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puckandpie) wrote2016-10-30 12:17 am
puckandpie) wrote2016-10-30 12:17 am
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post-wedding
Anxious as we both are and sore as my feet are, Jack doesn't put up too much of a fight when I insist on using the app on my phone to call us a car. I spend the whole ride back to Chelsea with one hand wrapped tight in Jack's and trying not too fidget too much with the other. Butterflies are downright having a dance party in my belly, but it's not the sort of nerves I used to get before games or even the ones I'd get before checking practice.
No, these are the good kinds of nerves. Like the ones I felt right before Jack kissed me for the first time.
Everything becomes sort of blur once we make it back to the building even as I want to remember every last moment. We thank the driver and then take the elevator up to our floor, Jack's hand not leaving mine for a second. And then I lead him down the hallway to his apartment. Part of me kind of wants to do this in my own bed, but Jack's is about as familiar as mine these days and Macha and Shannon probably need to be let out. Or at least fed. Elvis should be fine.
Jack lets go of my hand to unlock the door and the kids are right there when we walk in, their tails wagging wildly.
It's a nice distraction.
"Hi, babies," I coo, ignoring the nerves and the heat still pumping through me. I glance over at Jack. "Do we need to feed them one last time before, uh. Before we do anything else?"
No, these are the good kinds of nerves. Like the ones I felt right before Jack kissed me for the first time.
Everything becomes sort of blur once we make it back to the building even as I want to remember every last moment. We thank the driver and then take the elevator up to our floor, Jack's hand not leaving mine for a second. And then I lead him down the hallway to his apartment. Part of me kind of wants to do this in my own bed, but Jack's is about as familiar as mine these days and Macha and Shannon probably need to be let out. Or at least fed. Elvis should be fine.
Jack lets go of my hand to unlock the door and the kids are right there when we walk in, their tails wagging wildly.
It's a nice distraction.
"Hi, babies," I coo, ignoring the nerves and the heat still pumping through me. I glance over at Jack. "Do we need to feed them one last time before, uh. Before we do anything else?"
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But I nod all the same and smooth my hands up and down his sides. "But I like this idea. Even if I sorta hope never get it just right. I mean, we wouldn't want to stop getting better, would we?"
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"There is always room for improvement, Bittle," I tell him in my best Captain Voice, expression solemn until I can no longer hold back my smile. After a long, drawn out kiss, I slowly pull out of him because I've gone soft enough that pressure hurts. The loss of that connection makes me sigh, and I can't help but to curiously press my fingers against his hole. It's wet and open and-- oh, that's my come leaking out onto his thigh.
"That's--" My cheeks heat up, turning bright red as my eyes widen. I swallow hard and drag my wet fingertips along the crease of his thigh, embarrassed and turned on and utterly entranced. "Wow."
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He barely gives me any time to recover though before he's pressing a curious finger against me. My face burns a little when I realize he's touching his own come where it's leaking out and goodness, I can't even imagine the mess we're making of the sheets. I try to shift away and Jack's finger slides along the crease of my thigh as I bite my lip. "Is it really gross?" I ask, my heart pounding for a different reason this time. "We can use a condom next time if you want. Might be less messy that way."
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"What? No," I tell him in a low voice, pulling my hand away in case it's making him uncomfortable. My cheeks are on fire and my throat bobs as I swallow hard. "It's-- I like it. Do you not?"
Sure, it's messy and we'll have to change the sheets, but I like being messy with him. It feels more intimate this way, all wet and sticky. He looks nervous and I lean forward to kiss him, wrapping my arms around him and rolling so that he's resting across my chest. His some spreads between our bellies and I reach up with my clean hand to push his hair back from his face. "Nothing about what we just did was gross. I loved all of it."
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"No, it's... I mean. Well, it feels kinda weird," I confess, my words cutting off when he wraps an arm around me and pulls me over to sprawl nearly on top of him. He's still all flushed beneath me and something about the gentle way he touches my hair, just makes my heart ache in the best way.
For a moment, all I can do is stare down at him, into this blue, blue eyes and that wide smile. He's the most gorgeous man I've met and, more than that, he's one of the smartest and strongest and kindest. And goodness, he chose me. Out of everyone here in this strange city absolutely filled to the brim with interesting and beautiful people, he chose me.
Without another thought, I lean down to press my lips to his, breathing into him as I press it deeper and not even realizing I'm shaking a little until I pull away, just far enough to whisper against him, "Sometimes it's a little scary much I love you."
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"Bad weird?" I ask, and now it's my turn to be embarrassed. He's still on top of me and I move my hand away from his ass to rest it on his side instead, biting my lip nervously.
The feeling dissipates once he kisses me, and I wrap my arms more tightly around him when I feel him shiver. I don't know if it's because he's cold, or because of something else. My eyes are closed when he speaks, and they flutter open as I smile widely and touch his cheek. Our foreheads are pressed together and there's this warmth in my chest, growing and growing until I feel like I might actually burst. He loves me. Sometimes I don't really understand how or why, but he loves me. "Don't be scared. I love you too, Bitty."
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"It's more... well, this place doesn't work the way we're used to," I finally manage, lifting my head to look him in the eyes again. "There's no tellin' what's gonna happen, you know? I could wake up tomorrow and you might've disappeared. Or I could disappear. Or one of us could get kidnapped by fairies or abducted by aliens. There's no telling. And you're just... I'd sorta like to keep you forever. Or, well. As long as I can anyhow," I quickly add because words like forever feel sorta heavy. We've only been officially dating for a few months, after all.
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The words make me anxious, the feeling creeping through the fog of my orgasm. Everything he's saying is true and I swallow with a dry click, forcing myself to stay calm. I don't want to ever think about Bittle suddenly not being here anymore, because it's about the worst possible scenario in any case.
"I want to keep you too," I tell him, brushing our noses together as I give him a smile. "Something could happen back home, too. Maybe not the fairies thing, but."
A slow breath escapes me and I lay down at his side, rolling to wrap an arm around his middle and hold him close. "You're right. There's no telling what's going to happen, so just... be here in this moment with me, okay? And we can hope that it lasts forever."
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Jack settles beside me then, a warm and comfortable weight and I find myself curling up against him immediately, feeling safe under his arm. My heart's still pounding and there's still that low thrill under my skin, but it's easing little by little, leaving only worn muscles and gentle sort of soreness. I manage a smile then and turn my head to press a kiss to his shoulder, lips lingering. "Honestly?" I tell him as I curl in tighter. "There's no place in this world or any world I'd rather be right now."