One morning there was a knock at her door. Gwyne was only in her corset and getting ready to masturbate. She wondered who or in this case what it could be. Besides her meal-plan every week Dawson had been sending her a jar of sperm with flowers. She's been keeping the flowers but throwing out the sperm.
She let out a groan hoping it wasn't another jar. She threw on a big t-shirt and begrudgingly answered the door. She was pleasantly surprised to see it was Corrie. He was wearing a backwards baseball cap. He had on a tight fitting gray tank top and blue jeans with work boots. He had greasy stains all over his shirt and jeans and a dirty rag was hanging out of his pocket. There were also several smudges on his face it was clear he'd been working on something. In this moment he couldn't have been more perfect.
He leaned against her doorway and smiled at her, "Hey there, pretty lady."
She didn't say a word, she just lifted her shirt up and over her head, tossing it across the room. She watched his eyes go wide at this unexpected sight of her in nothing but a corset. Once he got over his initial shock, he slowly took in her body from top to bottom, his face lighting up. She gave him an alluring smile, then stepped up to him grabbing him by his greasy shirt.
She pulled him to her and he tried to speak, "Gwyne I'm-"
She pressed her lips against his, not letting him speak. It was a hard passionate kiss, steaming with her desire. Her heart soared as she leapt up on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He was surprised but kept the kiss going. He wrapped his arms around her and staggered through the doorway. She knocked off his hat, running her fingers through his hair and down his neck to his shoulders. She tightened her grip around his waist and started moving her body against him.
He barely managed to kick the door shut before he stumbed forward. He kept trying to get a word in edge wise, every time she paused long enough to take a breath, "Gwyne, mnn, Gwyne, mmnnn, Gw-"
She pulled from his lips and they locked eyes as she said, "Fuck me!"
"Dang," he said under his breath. His face lit up even more, before he swallowed and said, "I will but I'm dirty. I should hop in the shower,"
"No," she said knowing she couldn't wait that long. She was nearly bursting at the seams and made it clear. "I want you inside me. NOW!"
He nodded with this cute little smile on his face and said, "Alright, alright! If you insist."
His smile deepened for a moment before he began kissing her with just as much passion. He trailed kisses from her lips to her cheeks to her neck, almost feverishly. She pulled at his shirt, lifting it up and over his head, then dragged her fingers down his chest. He brought her over to the bed and dropped her down. He quickly undid his belt then slid his pants and boxes down.
She didn't even wait for him to get his boots off. She sprung up on the bed and took his half-cocked member in her mouth. She pushed it all the way to the back of her throat and began madly sucking and bobbing. She wrapped her arms around his legs to get better leverage and almost made him fall forward.
He struggled to keep his balance and put a hand on her head saying, "FUCK GWYNE!"
She kept going almost in a frenzy. She lapped and licked his cock with her tongue until it was nice and hard. She gave the tip one more good suck before popping him out of her mouth with a big old smack. She gave it a kiss, then pulled back and smiled up at him playfully. He smiled back at her shaking his head, he was nearly beaming with joy. He kicked off his boots and climbed out of his jeans and boxes as she crawled to the center of the bed and waited for him, on her hands and knees. She wanted him to fuck her doggy style.
Within seconds he came up behind her and mounted her. She was so excited, so wet he was able to just slide right in and it was pure nirvana. She let out such a deep and lustful moan. All her toys couldn't compare to the real thing. Nothing beat a hard pulsating cock! She let it just sink into her enjoying the feel of being full once more. After a few seconds, she squeezing down on him with her kegel muscles, which caused him to cry out, "DAMN! GWYNE!"
She loved making him cry out her name. She closed her eyes, sunk her head down low on the bed and called out "Don't hole back! Fuck me hard!"
He grabbed hold of her hips and did not disappoint. His pumps were fast and oh so hard. He knew she loved a good rough fuck and vigorously slammed into her pussy. Within seconds she was moaning and then screaming as a right and proper orgasm burst inside her. She gathered up her blankets and sheets in her hands practically screaming in sheer bliss. It was just so fucking good. It was an explosion of deep rooted pleasure that got her heart pumping. She began bouncing back on him, moving her hips and shaking her ass as she clenched down on him.
"Harder!" she demanded, "I know you can!"
"Alright," he said and just fucking pounded her.
If his dick were a hammer, her pussy was one happy nail. She could feel he'd picked up his pace, his balls madly whaped against her pussy, sending her clit ring moving all over the place. Her clit throbbed and she cried out, pushing back on him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her. Every time he thrust into her deep, she bear down on him, giving him multiple squeezes with her muscles. She heard him grunt and groan and felt him run his hands up and down her corset. He suddenly slapped her ass hard and she let out a yelp.
"Too hard," he panted, not stopping.
"NO! FUCK! I LOVE IT!"
He did it again and then again. She cried out getting up on her hands and knees. He gripped her corset getting a really good hold on her. He slid into just the right spot and she could really feel him, it felt so good...beyond! She came so fucking hard, her body uncontrollably spasmed and gripped his dick.
He felt that and she heard him crying out "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! OH SHIT!"
She chuckled as he slowed for bit trying to hold on. He nearly came but managed to keep going even as she came again and again in quick succession. She began to spiral out in her euphoria. Her fuck hole was just loving his cock and trying to completely gobble it up as Dawson would say. Fuck! That is something he would say!
All sorts of dirty, twisted thoughts began to pour through her mind. She was a fucking cock whore! She would have fucked anyone who came through that door! She was a hole who lived to get fucked! FUCKING! FUCK! FUCK! COCKS! Oh she loved hard fucking cocks. Her own dirty thoughts were only amplified her pleasure. She definitely like that...like dirty talk, even without Dawson just the implications, the words, the thoughts, their meaning and the vulgarity of it all. She began squeezing one of her tits and even twisted her nipple ring as she let out deep lustful moans because that's what dirty fucking cock whores did.
She let her eyes roll up and off to the side as she went loose on him, wildly pushing and grinding back on him with such intensity. Their sex wasn't as hard as hers and Dawson's but it was still good, so fucking good! It was was a nice morning treat, a quick unexpected delight that soon had them both popping off together.
She let out another moan as she came feeling him tense up against her. He squeezed her tight and she was so sensitive right now. She swore she could feel every little wiggle, little twinge and twitch of his dick as he exploded inside her and began pumping his salty seed. A fucking toy couldn't do that! She moaned shaking her head. She couldn't be sure how many times she came but fell forward on the bed, more then exhilarated. Corrie collapsed on her for a moment resting his chest against her back.
He let out several soft moans and deep breathes still riding his own release. After a few seconds he said "Dang, DANG! I did not expect that! You to- uh shit, fuck that was!"
"Yep," she pleasantly agreed fully understanding what he meant.
As he slowly came down he ran his hand over her corset, "It this new?"
"The corset?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, you like?"
"YEAH!" He said excitedly. "It's different, don't think I've ever seen you in one." He kept running his hands over it, then added, "It's pretty."
"You're pretty," she said, still lost in her euphoria.
He stayed inside her for another minute or so and she enjoyed feeling warm and full. She had been missing this feeling the last few weeks. Eventually he pulled out then got to his feet. "Sorry, I'm all dirty, I didn't expect to be doing this just now or I would have showered before coming over."
"I don't care if you're dirty." she said rolling over, "I could go again and again, you just look so good!"
He chuckled,"Miss me that much, did you?"
"Yes! Oh yes!" she said.
He went to get dressed then scratched his head, "Hey, since I'm already naked, mind if I hop in the shower real quick?
"Only if I can join you." she said sitting up.
"Be my guest but it might be a tight fit. I'm a pretty big guy."
"Well, we'll just have to stay close," she said giving him a flirtatious look.
She knew she was a bit intoxicated from cumming but oh she had missed this feeling. She looked down at herself and saw his seed starting to spill out her. She'd missed this too feeling a mans cum inside her and knowing she'd been had. She rubbed her breasts jut feeling extra all over.
He noticed. "You okay?"
"Yeah why?" She said stretching.
"Uh, I don't know, you just seem different, somehow?"
"Oh do I," she said getting up. "Well, I got my hair done."
"Really." He said taking a closer look. "I guess that's something but that's not it. I don't know you look-"
"Amazing!" she said.
"Someone's confident."
"Just a little cocky," she teased.
He playfully slapped her ass and then they kissed, embracing. They touched their foreheads together for a moment and the world was glorious. When they eventually pulled apart, she smiled up at him and said. "I was surprised to see you at the door."
"That makes two of us." he said with a big grin.
She turned and started walking to the bathroom. He followed her as she asked. "What were you doing knocking anyway? Did you lose your key?"
"No as it happens, I got you a gift too big to wrap so I figured ringing the door bell was the next best thing."
"Oh really." she said surprised.
She took off her corset, turned on the shower and set out some towels before getting in. She knew her shower wasn't huge but she thought it was big enough, however when he stepped in she realized it was tiny...beyond tiny. The spray was only going to be able to hit one of them at a time so she stepped out, wanting him to have it.
"Hey!" he protested when he realized what she was doing. "I thought we were gonna shower together?"
"Yeah, well... you were right, it's tight. Both of us can't fit under that stream. We can just take turns."
"I'm sure you can squeeze in by the soap," he teased before stepping under the showerhead.
She just smiled at him and shook her head as he got wet. After a few seconds she started to come down from her ograsmic high and lost herself in thought. She wondered how she could do all that stuff with Dawson and then just hook up with Corrie like it was nothing. Shouldn't there be some strangeness or shame even, given all they had done?
She knew Corrie encouraged her to go out and find others but this felt different, everything with Dawson felt oh so different. She let out a heavy sigh, maybe she'd just grown used to going out. Still, she wondered how Corrie would react if she told him even a sliver of everything she'd done. He'd probably get upset maybe even disgusted with her.
She bit her lip and shook her head again. She didn't need to tell him. Corrie had made it more then clear, he didn't think about what she did when she wasn't with him so she shouldn't bring it up. She also shouldn't think of Dawson or the things they did, when she was with Corrie. If she didn't think of Corrie when she was with Dawson then she didn't want to think of Dawson when she was with Corrie. She just wanted to live in this moment and enjoy being in Corrie's realm, so to speak. She watched him lathered up rather quickly. He had his whole body done in like thirty seconds and then his hair in maybe half that time.
"Wow slow down! What are you going for a land speed shower record? Don't speed up on my behalf! I can wait. I am more then happy to just watch."
"Sorry," he said, "I'm just used to showers being fast. Never know when the alarm is gonna sound, gotta get in, get it done, get out, get dried off and dressed, seven minutes on a slow day and four on a good day."
"Shit," she said. "I might be fifteen minutes minimum."
"Yeah." he said. "I've noticed.
"Well excuse me! I wasn't aware I was being timed."
"You're not." he chuckled.
He stepped out of the shower and she handed him his towel. She got in and began to rinse and wash with all her creams and soaps. He dried himself off and she noticed he was staring at her.
"Yes," she said.
"Is it just me or do you have like way more soaps and shit?"
"And shit?"
"Yeah, you know, like your shower shelves were pretty light and the bathroom counters." he said looking around. "I was surprised for a girl and now well, there's all sorts of shit everywhere."
"Hmm, yeah it's my new skin care regime."
"Okay," he said rubbing his jaw, "Suit yourself but I don't think you need all this stuff. Like, I like you just the same with it or without it."
"Oh really" she said with a small smile. He was being sweet. "So you think I'm pretty amazing all the time... as is?"
He gave her a salty look as he dried his hair then said, "Yes, you're gorgeous, beautiful and sexy as shit. You know it, stop fishing."
A sly smile fell across her lips. "I know, I know but I can't help it. I love it when you complement me."
"Yeah, yeah, well if you know, why all this shit suddenly?"
"Just trying it out. It fun to do new things every now and then."
"I agree," he said. "But some things are more fun then others." He got a mischievous look on his face and she thought he was up to something, for sure.
He didn't say anything more though. He just watched her, dipping into the shower every so often to give her light kisses. He even ran his hands over her back helping her to wash it. His hands were so gentle and he was so sweet. He kept smiling at her with such loving eyes, it was easy to get lost in the moment and to think of their relationship as more then it was. They kept locking lips and parting, locking lips and lingering.
He let himself get all wet again and she once more, oh so happy he was here, to be with him meant so much to her. She loved how he always made her her heart flutter. With just a kiss she practically melted into him. She wrapped her arms around him and for a moment they just stood under the spray making out. She let out a light chuckle as they kissed apparently they could both fit after all.
After a few minutes, she pulled away and finished up. It didn't take her long, she'd already showered last night. He stepped out of the shower once again, when she turned off the water and handed her his towel. It was all wet and she laughed. She shook her head and he said, "Oh sorry," before giving her the dry one and kissing her.
She wrapped it around her shoulders and then wrapped herself around him, "It's alright we can share."
"I don't know that towel seems a bit small and I'm a big guy," He teased.
"Well I can make a little go a long way," she said. They began to dry each other with her towel as they smiled at one another. It was a very intimate moment, something new for them. They'd never shared a shower or a towel. When they were relatively dry, her thoughts fell back to why he'd come over, "So you got me a gift?"
"Yep!" he said.
"Hmm, I thought you said no gifts?" she said putting her hands on her hips.
When they had decided to be together but not "together," he'd made it clear, no holidays, special events or gifts of any kind. He didn't want anything tangible to hang onto. Tawnie had joked Gwyne was dating a ghost or a figment of her imagination. She worried she'd snapped, making up some hot guy. Corrie had said no meeting family or friends but made an exception for Tawnie, to prove he was real and allowed Gwyne to introduce him to her, one night at a bar.
Tawnie had given him a piece of her mind but Corrie held his own. The two were clearly at odds with each other, until they tried to out drink one another and they'd both been surprised by the others alcohol tolerance. Eventually, they both got shit faced and admitted the other wasn't that bad. She of course had to take them both back to her place on the bus, no less. It hadn't gone well but well enough she supposed. Tawnie still like to complain about him, every now and then mind you but she didn't have a problem with him per say so much as their situation.
"Mmm for this." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I made an exception."
"Ooo," she said getting curious. "What is it?"
"First, you got any plans for today?"
"Nope." He was lucky no gym or salon today.
"Good, good, when you get dressed, wear something that can get dirty, preferably jeans and a t-shirt oh and some tennis shoes or boots if you've got them"
"Hmm, okay, okay?" she said even more curious but she popped off to her closet.
He went back into the living room/bedroom to get dressed while she rushed about grabbing, underwear, torn jeans, a white tank top and a plaid long sleeve shirt. She had stolen it off a guy years ago when she'd been sneaking out of his house at dawn. For the life of her she hadn't been able to find any of her clothes that day. She ended up liking how it felt and had kept it.
She returned to the bathroom with everything and took a quick moment to check herself out. She worried there might still be some bruises or concerning marks. He hadn't said anything in the shower but he might not have noticed. She knew he had to have seen other marks on her before Dawson's but she still didn't like putting it in his face.
She did several full turns in front of the mirror and everything looked like it had cleared up. She still had a few scabs here or there and of course that bite mark on her shoulder but Corrie already knew about that, it was jut more defined now. She let out a heavy sigh and blew several strands of hair from her face. She knew she was probably overthinking but-
"You coming?" he called.
"Yeah yeah!" she called back.
She snapped to it and quickly finished getting dressed. When she was done she put her hair up in a messy bun and rushed out to kiss him. He was fully dressed of course, being a firefighter, she once saw him get dressed in like 30 seconds flat or maybe even less. He had his back to her and seemed to be looking at something.
She slowly came up behind him and put her arms around him as he asked "Can I ask why you have all this cash laying out?"
SHIT! Right the cash! She had just left it there on her kitchen table this whole time. She kept meaning to do something with it but every time she looked at it, she was just so unsure. It was so much money and weird. She had been debating if she should keep it or return it. Corrie was still waiting for her to respond.
She didn't want to tell him where it had come from so she tried to play it off and teased "Uhh shit, you got me, I'm a drug dealer." She pulled back and he turned around giving her face. He had no idea how cute it was. "Come on." she laughed. "Since when do you care about my finances?"
"I don't but you ever hear of I don't know a bank? You shouldn't leave it lying around, people look though windows or someone dropping something off will see it. Home theft is a thing." He pulled away from her and picked up the money, putting it in one of her kitchen draws. "You should really deposit it or put it in a safe. You have no idea how many people have lost life savings or even their lives over keeping money in their mattress."
"Relax, I just got it! I'll take care of it later." She said looking for some lip gloss. She wanted the one with sparkles, she'd bummed off Tawnie. She looked around for it but knew she was really just avoiding explain the cash. She didn't want to lie to Corrie but also didn't know what to say or even when to talk about Dawson. She furrowed her brow and then tried to casually say "Don't worry about the cash, it's a bonus from Amber, leaving"
"Hmm that much?"
"Well, I did work there for several years."
"True, but she must have got a damn good deal from those yogurt people."
"You'd be surprised." She said putting on some perfume. When she set it down, she found the sparkle lip gloss she'd been looking for. She put on a nice layer, enjoying it's fruity scent before checking her lips out in the mirror. She saw them sparkle and put the lip gloss in her jean pocket before continuing. "These places make bank. That's gonna be a prime spot in this neighborhood, when it opens."
"Yeah, "when" it opens, that places is gonna need a lot of work. Amber barely got certified, I'm sure some codes were grandfather in but when a building changes hands they need to be brought up to date. It's gonna cost them quite a lot."
"Right and you would know. Ever consider going into code enforcement or inspection for some big insurance company. You could make bank on giving advice and it's a lot safer."
"Yeah but a lot less cooler and barely any fire," He teased.
"Right," She laughed then turned to him and smiled "Well my love, I'm all yours."
"Finally ready to go?"
"Yep, soooo what did you get me?"
He smiled at her but still didn't answer. He grabbed his hat off the floor and dusted it off. He put it on and turned it backwards before going to her door. He opened it and then beckoned for her. She put her wallet in her back pocket, then grabbed her keys before going to him. They stepped out into the hall and she locked up.
When she turned to him, he brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and softly whispered. "Close your eyes."
"Okay," she whispered back then closed her eyes.
Without warning, he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. "Hey! What's the big idea!" She pretended to protest but she fucking loved when he picked her up.
He smacked her ass and chuckled, "Just keep your eyes shut."
She smiled excitedly and considered peaking but for him, for this, whatever it was, she could wait. He carried her downstairs still urging her, "No peaking, no peaking."
"I'm not." she laughed.
It felt so good to be carried by him. She wished she could stay here all day, safe and sounds in his arms. She trusted he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. It was nice enjoying the feeling of safety for once now that the other part of her was quiet and calm, like a lion that had been tamed. In this moment, it felt like she had the best of both worlds. Corrie was the man she loved, kind and caring, he brought out the softer side of her and Dawson… Dawson was her destroyer, the man who fucked her up and fed her dark and destructive nature, sating her carnal desire for suffering. For the first time in her life she felt truly fulfilled.
"Okay, look." he said pulling her from her thoughts.
"You sure?" she asked not wanting this to end. She didn't want to open her eyes or have him set her down.
"Yeah, I'm sure." he said
"Okay, I'm doing it." she said slowly.
"No wait!" he said changing his mind.
She smiled and let out a chuckle as he set her down and turned her to face the street. He made sure she was standing on her own, then kissed her lips before moving to stand beside her. It was cute she realized he wanted to see her reaction.
"Okay, now!" he said excitedly.
She smiled. "You are so sweet! But oh! Now your lips are gonna sparkle." She said remembering she had lip gloss on.
"Why do you think I kissed you? That shit tastes good!"
"Tastes! Your not suppose to eat it, silly."
"I'm teasing, would you just open your eyes woman." He said putting his hand on her shoulder.
"I don't know," she said still keeping her eyes closed. "I kind of want this feeling to last forever. You could have gotten me anything."
"But I didn't," he said "I got you this."
"What is it?"
"Open your eyes and find out!"
"Okay, okay!"
She smiled again knowing he was too good for her. In truth all she wanted from him was his heart but she knew this could never be. This thing of theirs was ill fated from the start. Something so sweet and pure, could never last forever, not in her life.
"Gwyne?" He whispered in her ear.
"Right," she said, then opened her eyes. She looked around but didn't see anything that stood out to her "Where is it?" She asked turning to face him.
He raised an eyebrow, gave her a look, then looked back to where she'd been facing. "It's the motorcycle!"
She turned back looking once again. "No way! NO WAY!" she shouted seeing it now. A motorcycle was parked on the curb. She'd overlooked it at first glance. He had her facing the street but there were all sorts of cars and motorcycles parked, she just assumed it was one of her neighbors. She got excited and rushed up to it. After a few seconds she couldn't help but to jump around it. He laughed then, enjoying her delayed reaction.
"I saw it!" she said excitedly, "But I didn't think, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!" She rushed up to him and jumped at him. He caught her in his arms and held her as she kissed him over and over again. "You said it was big but I never would have guessed. Are you sure? Like this is-"
"It's just a motorcycle Gwyne, nothing fancy or expensive. Buddy at the station was selling it, it needed some work, okay a lot of work."
"This is amazing, you have to let me pay you back!"
"Nah, it didn't cost that much, it was free, just a favor."
"But you said he was selling it?"
"Yeah," he chuckled, "Her had no takers for over a year. I was looking into bikes for you. He heard I was looking around said if I could fix it, I could have it, in this case you can."
"NO WAY! NO WAY!" She just kept saying it.
When you are a kid you get gifts a lot for birthdays or holidays but at some point you grow up and gifts became few and far in between, especially when you have no family and only a handful of friends. She couldn't believe he'd done this for her. She let go of him and ran around it once again. She went to touch it then pulled back. It was just so sweet, she'd just mentioned this to him, what a few weeks ago and he remembered and did all this for her. Not only had he found her a bike but he'd fixed it. She put her hands to her almost overwhelmed with gratitude..
"What are you waiting for?" he asked shaking his head, "Go ahead, it's yours now, get on."
"Shit I just. They locked eyes for a moment, "Thank you. Thank you!"
He nodded but got a smug look on is face, "Yeah, yeah I'm awesome whatever,"
"You are! You really are!" she said then looked over the bike once more. She didn't know much about them, what type it was or what everything did but to her it was perfect. Her first! She touched the handle bars then the body. She climbed on and it felt so nice. It was smaller then Corrie's, lighter which was good. It would be easier for her to move around on her own."
"Can you handle the size and weight?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said, "I was just thinking it's perfect," She disengaged the kick stand and then began to move it. She rolled it forward, "Fuck, this is so cool!"
"Show me some leans for turns."
She leaned one way and then the other with ease
"It's not too heavy?"
"Nope! It's perfect, you're perfect. Again I can't believe you did this! This is so cool!" She felt like she'd won the lottery, Dawson gave her five thousand in cash, then Corrie shows up and gives her this awesome motorcycle! She'd been so down the other day, after losing her job and now everything just looked up!
"Alright, get off." said Corrie. He clapped his hands then rubbed them together.
"What! Why? Isn't this my bike now?" she said confused.
"Yeah, but last I checked, you don't have a license. I also want to show you what this baby can do before I show you how to do it."
"Hmmm, fair enough," she said. She put the kick stand down and got off.
He opened up the seat and pulled out a helmet. "I got you a new helmet, it's sturdier then my spare. You can store it here."
"Very cool, very cool." she said as he handed it to her.
She put it on and adjusted the strap as he went to his truck, parked near by and pulled out his own helmet. He took off his hat, threw it into the back of the truck then put his helmet on. He walked back to her then said. "You'll probably want to get pads, maybe a full suit, if you ride enough."
"Why? You don't wear them?"
"Yeah but I've been doing this a few years and I've seen how clumsy you can get, just navigating the kitchen. If I could I'd wrap you in bubble wrap and duck tape."
"Right," she said shaking her head, "Just let me live in a bubble."
"If it were so yes. I think if everyone had a bubble this world would be a lot safer,"
"Bullshit! I know you, even if you lived in a bubble, you'd still be out there fighting the good fight."
"Yeah, cause bubbles can pop. Me and my team would always be ready to patch things up on a moments notice."
She tapped her helmet to his picturing it. "Seriously, I-" She had to catch herself. She really, really wanted to say "Seriously, I love you," but had just managed to stop herself. She really didn't want to ruin this moment. Instead she said "can't believe you did this," covering things up.
He didn't seem to notice. He laughed then got on the motorcycle and patted behind him for her to get on. She took a moment just looking at him and smiling before she got on and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Okay, Just like on my bike, hold on tight and don't let go."
"I wont," she said getting in close.
He moved the kickstand up then turned on the bike. It rumbled to life and had a nice sound to it, a bit loud but nice. Again, right here and now, everything in this moment was just so perfect. It had been a long time since she'd felt like this without drugs or alcohol. She was probably hyped up from the sex she'd just had but maybe not. Maybe she was just having a nice day. It was rare but it happened from time to time.
He pulled the bike back a bit before turning away from the curb and away they went. The bike had a full tank of gas and he showed her just what it could do. They went down quiet streets at first then moved on to the busier ones. He weaved around traffic and drove them over several bridges, up hills, down hills and even the highway for an exit. Finally he pulled up along a less populated area of the river front and turned the bike off.
"Alright," he said. "Your turn."
"Really," she teased, "I was beginning to think you just wanted to show off today."
"I was tempted," he said, "I could ride for hours with you at my back." He chuckled then asked, "You get a feel for it?"
"I don't know, was kind of focused on holding on."
He tried to get off the bike but she wouldn't let him go. He chuckled. "You can let go now."
"Nope! Never!" she playfully cried and squeezed him tighter.
He laughed again and put his hands over hers. She let go then and he got off. She slid forward and he took off his helmet, standing to the side of her. "Alright first lesson, we're just gonna have you drive it around on the sand and get a feel for it. You are going to wipe out a few times it's only natural. Just get yourself back up and keep going. Mostly this is for you to see how it handles, how much gas to give it and when to use your break. Maybe do a few big loops to also get a feel for turning."
She smiled he was so sexy as an instructor. "Next time, I'll set some cones up in a parking lot and have you hone your skills. I filled out some paperwork so after this we can go to city hall and register you as the bike's owner. We can also get you a learners permit for the streets. I figure we'll do cones then once you have that down, maybe one or two sessions with you driving around. After that you should be good to go for your test."
"Great." she said.
"Alright, this is a pretty basic model." he said. The he began going over the bike. What things were called and what they did. She focused on his words as he pointed to each part and made some slight adjustments. Finally he put his hand on the last remaining parts. "Acceleration, break, blinkers, gas gauge, ignition. Alright"
"Alright," she said thinking she got it. She nodded to show she was following along.
"Then go," He said stepped back.
"Like now?"
"Yep."
"Okay," she said her heart quickening with excitement. She liked his method of teaching. She'd always been the kind of person where she like to be shown what to do, then try and do it for herself before being corrected. She turned on the ignition and jerked the acceleration. The bike jumped forward a bit quicker then she expected but she managed to maintain control.
She messed around, getting a feel for how much acceleration it took to get the bike to go and using the break. She did a few dozen start and stops then began riding about in the sand. She was sure she was going to crash or have issues turning but it was like some part of her already knew what to do as if she had done this before.
She went in a straight line then turned, then another straight line and turned. She got more confident and started to go in circles around Corrie. She did zig zags, then loops making the sign of infinity in the sand. She went faster then slower before pulling up behind him and stopping.
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow? "Have you rode before?"
"No, I don't think so," She said. "Not beyond riding on the back of your bike."
"You sure? You're pretty good for a beginner."
"I think I learned a lot from just watching you."
"Hmm," He scratched his head."Well I guess, have at it some more."
She nodded and continued to go up and down the length of the river's edge. At one point she went under a bridge and recalled driving a motorcycle through a tunnel. When she came out, it was night and the city was lit up with lights. She had on a full bikers suit and a strange helmet. She recalled going fast and loving it.
It was so strange considering she'd never done such a thing. She sort of spaced out thinking about it and crashed into a small sand dune. She wasn't going that fast and it wasn't a huge impact. She mostly hit the little hill and the bike fell off to one side, taking her with it. She laid on the sand for a minute, not hurt but more caught off guard.
Corrie came rushing up to her. "GWYNE! GWYNE!"
He pulled the bike away then carefully examined her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, you said I was gonna crash and I did!" she laughed.
"What happened? Did you hit something or lose control?"
"I sorta just spaced out for a second and hit the sand dune a bit lop sided, I think or maybe just crashed right into it."
"Spaced out! Don't ever do that!" He said giving her a serious look. "You can't space out when you're operating anything, it needs to have your full attention!"
"Yeah I know," she said feeling embarrassed. She pulled off her helmet.
"Careful, let me check you out."
"I'm fine really, just feel stupid, if you want to look me over feel free."
"You're not stupid. You are doing amazing for your first time."
"I know, I just feel bad I crashed for such a stupid reason."
"Don't be just don't do it again" he said helping her up. "What were you even thinking about?"
"Nothing really just, driving a motorcycle through a tunnel at night in a city"
"Okay," He chuckled. "Well, maybe one day but right now you are on the river front. Let's focus on that"
"I know," she said shaking her head. "How is the bike?"
"It's fine, you weren't going too fast and it's sand, that's why I brought you here." He went to set the bike up but she stopped him.
"Wait! Let me, I need to get used to it."
"Okay," he said stepping back.
She got the bike back up and into position. "Can I keep going?"
"Yeah, if can you keep focused."
"I can," she said getting on, "I want to keep going."
"Alright, but this time with me on the back. I want to make sure you stay in the zone. You crash now and it wont just be you."
"Great," she said shaking her head. They put their helmets on and he climbing on behind her. He scooted up close and put his hands around her waist. It was so strange to have their positions reversed. She couldn't help but say what he always said to her. "Hang on tight and don't let go."
"Promise," he said then gave her a good squeeze.
For a moment she just enjoyed his arms around her then started up the bike again. It definitely felt different this time, the weight of it, her position on the bike, the turns were different with two people. She made a few small crashes, not turning enough or turning too deeply but eventually she got the hang of it. With him on the back, she stayed completely focused. She found herself driving slower and taking less risky turns. She wondered if he did the same for her. After a few dozen or so loops she pulled over thinking she'd done pretty good.
"I think I got it."
"Good." He said then tapped his hand against her back "Let's switch."
They switched places and he drove them downtown, to city hall. They got a number and some paperwork. There was a bit of a line but she didn't mind. Once they got the paperwork filled it out, he grabbed her several manuals on motorcycles rules and regulations. They went over them a little they mostly talked about how to be street safe, what she would need for her test and liscenese.
When their number was called, they registered the bike in her name and she found she had to take a small test to get her instruction permit. She was glad they had gone over the manuals now while they had waited, everything was fresh in her mind. After she passed and got everything she needed they stepped outside to a nice sunny afternoon.
"What do you want to do now?" He asked.
"Ice cream? In the park?" she suggested.
"I could go for that," he said putting his arm around her waist.
She couldn't help but think again how different Corrie and Dawson were. Corrie gently placed his arm around her waist, where as Dawson was more possessive, like it wasn't even her waist but his waist. She paused for a moment biting her lip, she wondered if...if perhaps she should tell Corrie about Dawson now but again what would she even say? "Hey Corrie I'm sort of seeing someone else but not really, he's married and it just for fucks."
Yeah no... when/if she mentioned him she should definitely not say that. Corrie noticed she'd paused and turned to her, "You okay?"
"Yeah," She said, "Just enjoying the moment. It's rare to get to spend the day with you."
"Yeah," he chuckled then he leaned into her.
He rubbed his nose against hers before they touched foreheads again. She closed her eyes and they just stood there like that for a good while, at the top of the city hall steps. People moving around them must have thought they were weird but what did it matter.
When they eventually parted they shared a quick kiss and began descending the stairs. She decided not to tell him today. The thing with Dawson and her hadn't been going on that long and it really was just sex. He was married and had kids, so even if things got more intense, it wasn't like it could go anywhere. She decided to wait until the moment felt right or she had to tell him.
They got back on the motorcycle and drove a few blocks to the city's central park. It was huge, going on for miles. He parked the bike in some shade and showed her how to lock her helmet and the bike up. There was still a chance it could get stolen but less likely, given how old and beat up it looked. He made it clear, this bike wasn't about thrills but dependency. It should take her wherever she needed, with little problem and in the end that's all that really mattered.
She took off her plaid shirt and tied it around her waist. Then together, hand in hand they walked through the park. They looked at all the greenery and flowers and just enjoyed the sunlight. It really was such a nice day. It was moments like these, when they were together that she almost felt like they were a real couple, even if technically they weren't.
For a moment she let herself daydream. She often wondered what it would be like to spend everyday together at a place they shared. What would it be like? What would happen if they gave it a real go? Could they really last? Or was it because their relationship was always on the fringes that kept things interesting? Could he ever just accept them together, come what may good or bad? Could she be faithful to just one person?
Corrie, was the longest relationship she'd ever had but she still saw a plethora of other on the side. If they were together...really together, she'd want to stop all that and assumed he would too. For the first time in her life, she'd just be his and he hers. She be beholden to only one. She bit her lip wondering if she could live like that... live with just one cock for the rest of her life.
Life wouldn't always be simple or good, there would be hard times, bad times even when they would fight or just be upset with one another. What would she do when she got into one of her self-destructive moods? She couldn't just go out and would have to find another way of dealing with it. Maybe she'd go back to therapy, possibly look into medications again and see if there were any new ones that could help.
Still even then...she worried she wouldn't be able to help herself. Maybe another reason this worked was because he let her go around and do whatever with whomever. What if she wasn't able to stay faithful, like with her first boyfriend? It was true he had asked her to do his best friend but she could have said no, should have.
She had a sinking feeling things wouldn't be easy for her...fuck, for either of them. She reminded herself Corrie had issues of his own they'd need too work through along with a mountain of hers but maybe they could do it together. She looked at him as he scratched his nose and cleared his sinuses. For Corrie she'd give it her all, of course, it probably still wouldn't be enough.
Even if somehow she managed to be faithful then what? Yes, then what... she couldn't have his kids, even if he didn't want them, could he be around her twenty four seven...could anyone. It always came down to was she enough, if she had nothing to give or offer, was she herself worthy enough to be loved.
"You okay?" he said noticing she'd slowed.
"Hmm," she said pulling from her thoughts.
"You got quiet all of a sudden?"
"Mnnn... just thinking too much?"
"About?"
"It's nothing." she said
"Come on, what?" he said shaking her hand.
"It's nothing really." she sighed then added, "Just me being stupid."
"So, I still want to know."
"I guess I was thinking if….if we were together, like together, together. If you were around me all the time...I wouldn't have much to offer you."
"Okay,"he said slowly. "You're right, you are thinking too much." He leaned into her bumping her with his side and she bumped him back before he continued. "It's never going to get to that with us but, if say if, it did with anyone, like I've said a bazillion times Gwyne, you'd have so much to offer."
"Right," she said. "You say that but-"
"No!" he said cutting her off. "No buts! I mean it! One you're pretty great to be around in general, two, you can cook and even better three will eat most foods. You aren't picky which can be rare and let's see there are just soo many. You work out so you care about health and fitness that's four. You're good to snuggle up with for watching movies or just in general. Let's say that's up to ten amazing things right there. Of course, you are cute and I think even when you're old you'll still be cute so maybe we notch it up to a few dozen or so. Ah you've also got a pleasant hum, when you clean that can be nice to listen to after a long day. You give amazing hugs and have dozens if not hundreds of other little things that some lucky person is gonna love. I mean if you're looking for an ego boost here, just ask?"
"I'm not looking for a boost. I know I have some cool things but so does everyone else. I just…" She sighed, "I feel like it's not enough, like I'm not enough...that I'm a waste of space sometimes. Like my body is really what draws people in and when that's gone I-"
"Hello! Were you even listening to me at all. You're more then just a body. How many times do I have to tell you. We all get down something and have doubt about our selves and our abilities. It only normal. Believe it or not even I wonder if I'm enough and if I'd have anything to offer if I'd got injured. My whole life is the job and I don't know what I would do if I couldn't do it anymore. There are also days where I feel like no matter what I do it's never enough. I get a cat down from a tree and there are hundreds more waiting. I put out one fire out and three more start up. I save one family but lose another. Life isn't about perfection here Gwyne, it's about accepting the things you can handle and letting go of the rest of the bullshit."
"Wow, you should be a motivational speaker." She teased giving him a sly smile.
He grabbed her around the head and starting messing with her hair "Shut it! I'm just telling you, not everything has to be so complicated, sometimes it's simple if you just let it be."
"Mmm," she said as he let her go. "Things always feel better, so much easier when you're around.'
"It's the same with you, things always feel brighter, when you're not moping on what ifs."
For a moment they looked at each other, she was happy she brightened his life and hoped to always be able to, no matter what he said. After a few seconds he sighed and looked away. She wondered what he was thinking but he didn't say. "Enough of this, now what flavor of ice cream are you getting?"
"Can't decide," she said with a sigh. Then perked up. "Hmm, maybe a twist I think, since I feel so conflicted today, ooo and dipped in chocolate,"
He chuckled thinking she was cute. She was unable to decide one minute then oddly specific the next "You know what, that actually sounds pretty good." He said, "I might get me one, mmm, maybe two."
They chuckled and kept walking until they got to their favorite ice cream truck. It was a little busy today but given how nice the weather was, it was understandable. They waited for their turn then ordered two large twists dipped in chocolate. As Gwyne got her cone, she remembered Dawson telling her, no fast food and junk food but he wasn't here. She playfully smiled and shrugged before biting into the top of her cone, then licked the ice cream.
"This is soo good," she mumbled
Corrie didn't say anything he just moaned in agreement "Mmm." as he slowly sucked on the chocolate coating. While she bit into hers, he licked and sucked on his until he broke through, taking his time. After a minute or so he said, "That's another thing you've got to offer, you're good at picking the best ice cream, flavors,"
"Shut it," she playfully teased, then bumped him with her side. He laughed as they turned and began walking down a cement path. After a few minutes of enjoying her ice cream she recalled the last time she'd had ice cream and groaned.
"What?" he asked.
"This is just so good! I had some ice cream the other day, like fancy shit and it just doesn't compare, theirs was too rich, like one scoop felt like I was eating a mouth full of sugared ice."
"Yeah not all ice cream is equal." said Corrie. "I've had some of that fancy shit at fund raiser."
"Maybe rich people have different taste buds."
"Ehh, I don't think so. I think it's more people expect the ice cream to be more over the top. Like vanilla ice cream with, ginger extract and gold leaf coating, it's still just vanilla ice cream, they just add a bunch of unnecessary expensive shit to it to make it seem extra"
"We'll I'll stick to poor desserts, any day of the week," she said "Mmm, I could swim in this." She continued to bite off her chocolate shell while he still just sucked on his, licking up some ice cream every so often as it melted. After a while her shell was gone and she just had the ice cream and cone left, while he'd only scratched the surface of his. She shook her head and asked. "How can you just lick at shell until it's gone?"
"I don't eat many sweet treats, so when I do, I like to take my time and enjoy it, make it last."
"Hmm, I like the crunch of the shell, mashing in my teeth. I enjoy the taste but I like the instant gratification more."
"Mmm. I'm willing to wait for the good things. If it comes or not the journey was worth it."
"Are you reading those bathroom calendar quotes again?"
"Nah, we need to replace the calendar in the bathroom. Thanks for reminding me. Maybe I'll pick one up today or tomorrow."
"Well again, you could be a motivational speaker. With all your inspiring quotes"
"Right," he chuckled.
He put his arm around her shoulder and squeezed her. She laughed then did the same to him. It was weird how wholesome it was being with him, especially after all the dark shit she'd done recently. She liked both worlds in their own way but this...was definitely superior.
She felt her heart ache as she said. "I really wish we could do this every day."
"We'd get fat," he joked. "Eating ice cream everyday."
"Yeah but we'd be happy." she said.
"No." he said somberly.
She watchedhis expression as he drifted off into his own thoughts. She knew she was pushing it today...fuck she was always pushing it, asking for more with him. Even if she could be faithful to him and offer him something, there really was no guarantee they'd be happy together. They had their issues...their differences who didn't right but there were so many other woman out there. Women who weren't damaged like her and could make him happier then she could eve hope to.
Maybe being with him like this, she was holding him back and keeping him from meeting someone better and realizing he could be happy. She knew he made a choice but maybe… maybe there was someone out there worthy of his love that could change his heart and give him a reason to change his mind. He was such a good man and did so much for others. She just wanted him to be happy, truly happy, something she knew in her heart of hearts, he could ever be with her.
She could never make him or anyone truly happy, not when she was just void, a hallowed out nothing...a fucking hole. Dawson had helped her put a name to it, this feeling she'd harbored all these years. Yeah, she was just a hole, longing for something, anything to fill it but nothing could or ever would. It...she would just keep growing sucking in everything around her.
She stopped walking feeling that dark urge to destroy everything again. It came back with a vengeance making her entire body tingle. Corrie took a few more steps, still lost in his thoughts but eventually noticed she wasn't beside him and looked back, "Gwyne?"
"I'm sorry!" she cried, "I'm sorry, I always want more. I know I'm not good enough for you."
He gave her a bizarre look "What is with you today? You suffering from mood swings or something? Why are you so down on yourself all of a sudden?"
All of a sudden, she struggled not to scoff this didn't feel like anything new to her. Though usually when Corrie was around she was in a good mood or tried to be. "I'm sorry I just realize more and more who I am...what I am."
"Really and what's that?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
A nothing fuck hole she thought but said, "A fool," She supposed she was that too, a hopeless fool in love.
He lowered his eyebrow and let out a heavy sigh. He stepped up to her and reached out, brushing her cheek with his hand before he put his arms around her. "You are not a fool, Gwyne. I am. I should have never let things get this far between with us."
Her chest ached at the possibility that this was it! She knew at any point and time it could end, he could just cut it off but she always told herself not yet, they were only half way, it was only half way through, not over... not done yet. She clung to him on the edge of tears and sputtered "Don't! Don't you think it's such a lovely day!"
For a long moment the two just embraced. When she pulled back she saw his lips were pursed. He looked down at her sadly. All it would take was, one set of words, one crushing blow, "It's over, goodbye. This is done, goodbye. I never want to see you again, goodbye, good bye…one last good bye." She looked up at him searched his ocean blue eyes for the sign, that this was it...that it was over.
He looked at her then looked around. She stopped breathing, bracing herself for it. She knew she'd never be able to recover from this or him. It was pathetic but she knew if he broke her heart, she'd never let herself get this close to anyone ever again. She couldn't bear the pain.
"Yeah, it's nice." he said quietly. "Hot but nice. Let's find some shade and finish these ice cream cones before they melt."
"Yeah," she said fighting back the tears and instability. She found herself shaking slightly.
They turned walking down the path just that much longer. She wiped her eyes and licked her ice cream as it melted onto her hand. She tried to get a hold of herself, they'd been having such a pleasant day and then she had to go ruining things, like she often did. Again, it was just a reminder of why it would never work. She'd always want more. She tried to silence her thoughts and emotions as they kept threatening to overwhelm her. She was being so stupid and overly emotional for no reason at all. She was just so dumb, horrible, awful and gross. Why couldn't she ever just-
He suddenly separated from her and she pulled from her gloomy thoughts. She saw he'd found a nice big tree with some shade. She followed and sat down against it. He sat down next to her, then scooted away before laying down. He rested his head on her lap as he finished his ice cream. She finished off hers then ran her fingers through his hair and over his face. Since she wasn't allowed any pictures of him, she could only hope to trace the features of his face into her memory.
When they did inevitably part she wanted to remember all of it no matter how painful. She wanted to take the good with the bad. He finished his cone, then closed his eyes looking sleepy. He slowly drowsed and then fell asleep on her. She watched him for a time then let her head fall back against the tree just feeling it all. How close had come this time? This...this was torture, no matter what she did, she was always close to the fire, close to getting burned but she couldn't pull herself away. She couldn't stop coming back for more. She looked down at him thinking. "I love you. I love you so much." She WAS such a fool.
She let out a deep sigh and looked around at all the other couples and families in the park. At one point she saw a man with a camera pointed at them, in the distance. His camera lens glistened in the sun catching her eye. She couldn't quiet make out what he looked like from this far away. He was wearing a hat that covered his eyes and a big jacket, which was weird in such hot weather. For some reason he and his camera just stood out to her. She wondered if he was taking a picture of them...surely not. Yet his camera kept pointed on them for several long minutes.
She found herself uncomfortable. She bit her lip and squinted her eyes as she leaned forward ever so slightly, really trying to get a good look at him. Suddenly he turned and started taking pictures of other people. She sat back against the tree again thinking she was just being paranoid. Maybe he was just capturing this moment in time.
She watched him until he walked out of sight and then stopped thinking about him, stopped thinking in general or at least she wanted to. She rested her head against the tree once more and closed her eyes slowly drifting off. For a moment she was at peace with the man she loved in her lap and the world around her so bright and beautiful.
She recalled what Dawson had said about dying, if...if she could choose, when and where, it would be here. Here is where she wanted to be, where she would want to remain with the one she loved after a long life, and they'd go together at the same time, taking one of their afternoon naps under their favorite tree. Or maybe surrounded by their family, their children and grandchildren either way knowing they had lead a decent life and would never be apart in this life or the next.
It was crazy to be thinking about death and to be thinking of something she knew could never be but then again, she was crazy. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she just live in the fucking moment? When she was with Dawson she could forget time and space. She wouldn't think beyond the moment or the fuck, there was nothing beyond his cock.
Yet with Corrie she was always getting ahead of herself over and over again she was playing the credits, always thinking about the end. She let out a heavy sigh but pushed it all away, letting herself linger in this moment once more. The trees swayed in the wind and he felt warm on her lap. She rested a hand on his chest and he put his hand over it. After a moment, he lifted it and kissed it before dropping it back down on his chest.
She opened her eyes to half slits and just dozed off and on. The park started to get busier, couples, children, families came and went but they just sat under that tree, peacefully resting. At some point she fell asleep and woke to find it was late in the afternoon.
"Barbecue," Corrie called waking her. She heard his stomach rumble.
"I could eat," she sighed before yawning.
"Dinner?"
"Mnnn, think it's lunch,"
"No ice cream was lunch, this is dinner."
"What place you have in mind?" She asked looking down at him. She ran her fingers through his hair.
"I know a place, it's a little ways out but I can show you how to fill the tank on the bike and we can grab it to go, have a few beers on your rooftop and stargaze, maybe"
"Sounds like paradise." she said smiling down at him.
He suddenly sat up, "Alright then, let's go."
"Yeah," she said sleepily, "Anywhere you go, I'll follow."
"You'll have to catch me first," he teased. Then began sprinting away. She couldn't believe him.
"SERIOUSLY! YOU'RE SUCH A CHILD!" She shouted but got to her feet and ran after him.
She was so focused on Corrie that she didn't notice, the man from earlier watching her, from a few yards away. As she took off running he dashed to keep up, staying a few paces behind her and out of sight. Corrie and Gwyne raced through the park all the way back to the bike. It was still where they'd left it, along with their helmets. Corrie unhooked them and had enough time to spare that he got on the bike and put on his helmet.
When Gwyne finally caught up to him, he handed her helmet to her.
"You're too fast." she panted trying to catch her breath.
"Maybe you're too slow, I should take you running."
"No, I could never keep up! You'd do circles around me."
"I already do," he said his smile getting even bigger. "But we'd get you up to speed."
"Right," she said. She rolled her eyes at him but put on her helmet.
She got on the back of the bike and hung on to him tight as they pulled out. It was some ways to the barbecue place but she didn't mind at all. The sun was slowly starting to set as they made their way and it felt almost magical. After a while, they stopped at a gas satiation and he showed her how to fill up the bike's tank. They moved the bike and parked it before going into the station.
He grabbed some beers and she got some chocolate bars for dessert. Someone else came in but she didn't look up, debating if she wanted anything else. She browsed the candy isle a bit longer but knew she probably shouldn't. She met up with Corrie at the register and he paid for everything. They got it all bagged up to go and she took the bags as they got back onto the bike.
When they got to the BBQ places it was just getting busy. They got several platters to go and had so many bags when they pulled out but somehow they managed to get it all back intact. When they got to her place, they, went straight up to the roof. Thankfully no one was there and they got it all to themselves, it just seemed to be their night. They took up some lawn chairs that were always there, popped some beers and opened the food. They began to eat and stared up at the breathtaking night sky, watching the stars as they shined overhead.
It was such a nice night. It wasn't too cold and there was a nice breeze that felt amazing. Really all of it, Corrie, the beer, and BBQ was just amazing. The BBQ was probably the best she'd ever had. The meat was so tasty, tender and juicy and the sauce had some kick to it, it also came with rice and noodles that added some salty and sweet. Her favorite was the fatty buttery biscuits they got. She ate way too much practically en-hailing it all with about three beers.
Off and on they had some light conversation, Corrie told her how happy the kids were to get their new school. He thought it was a memory that was going to last them a lifetime. If could find the time he thought he'd might like to do something with construction and repair. It was nice giving back what was lost. He also really enjoyed the food, stopping every now and then to close his eyes and savor it. As they were finishing up, it got a little chilly so they snuggled up in the chairs.
She rested her head on his shoulder and after a bit he asked, "Mind if I stay the night?"
"Always," she said. "I love, it when you do. Wish you would more."
"Right," he said, "I bet you'd love me leaving dirty clothes on your floor and hair in your sink."
"Ehh, I'd make you clean it up."
"Yeah, who says you can make me do anything?" he said picking something out of his teeth.
"Oh, I have a feeling." she said yawning "I've got powers, I know things,"
"Yeah, yeah, care to show me just what things you know?"
"Up here or back at my place?"
"Probably your place,"he said. "Don't want to give those sex astronaut's a show."
She chuckled as he got up and grabbed her hand. He helped her up and they cleaned up their mess. She suddenly felt tired, no absolutely exhausted even though they hadn't done much today but drive around, get ice cream and eat a shit ton of good food. They got back to her place and he took out the trash. When he got back he looked just as tired as her if not more so.
"I'm a get sexy," she said as he shut the door, "Just let me get my shoes off." She kicked them off then took her pants down. When she was just in her tank top and underwear, she crawled onto the bed and waited on all fours just like this morning, "Ready." She sleepily said.
He laughed then she heard him undo his belt and kick off his boots. He crawled out of his jeans then pulled off his shirt before diving into bed next to her, collapsing. She looked over at him, then collapsed forward onto the bed herself.
Laying next to each other she sleepily said "Hey, I gotta show you things."
"Show me," he said, his eyes closed.
"Okay," she said but rolled her back to him, getting on her side. He rolled over a second later spooning her, "Just gonna lay here a second,"
"Me too," he said.
"We shouldn't too long though, two seconds,"
"Three," he yawned.
` "Four," she sighed before passing out.
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