Painless by Devon Hartford

between her legs. My cock was already throbbing, straining to be inside of her. I grabbed it in my fist and teased the tip against her. “Damn, woman, you’re already wet.”
    “What did you expect,” she joked. “I’ve been lying naked next to you for like two hours waiting for you to wake up.”
    “Did you touch yourself?” I asked suggestively.
    “No!” she cried.
    “Why not? It would be pretty damn sexy for me to wake up while you were getting yourself off next to me.”
    “You’re such a perv, Christos!”
    “Really? Why? Because I like the idea that you’re so hot for me that you can’t even wait for the real thing when I’m sleeping inches away? Sounds pretty damn hot to me…”
    “Come here, you caveman,” she giggled.
    I planted my arms around her shoulders and lowered my mouth to hers. Our tongues snaked together as desperation fired down my spine.  
    “Yeah, definitely should’ve woken me sooner.” I slid myself slowly inside her waiting warmth. “Fuck, agápi mou…”
    We made so much noise, I couldn’t hear those demons until long after we finished.
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    SAMANTHA

    The scent of sex tickled my senses as I sighed pleasantly after making love to Christos.
    I snuggled into Christos’ arms. I couldn’t get close enough to squeeze the unfinished business of his trial out of the way. I wanted to talk about it. I also wanted to forget about it and never mention it again. But it wasn’t going anywhere. The heat of our infinite love could not burn it away, no matter how much I wished it would.
    I considered Christos’ feelings. Would bringing up his trial make him feel better so he could get it off his chest? Or would enjoying the comforting afterglow of our intimacy best soothe him into restful sleep? I didn’t know.
    Inadvertently I heaved a huge sigh. I couldn’t help it. My indecision was driving me nuts. I was a terrible girlfriend.
    “What is it, agápi mou ?” he asked.
    “Nothing.”
    He chuckled. “Come on. Tell me. I admit I ran out of your apartment somewhat hastily earlier tonight.”
    “Is that an apology?”
    “It is. I apologize for bolting. But I’ve got all this heavy shit weighing down on me. I’ve got to get up and go to my pre-trial in a few hours.”
    “What’s a pre-trial, anyway?”
    “More legal bullshit before the actual trial. The D.A. and my attorney tell the judge what’s going to happen at the trial, what they’re going to say in court. But mainly it’s my chance to officially accept a plea bargain, or turn it down.”
    “What’s that mean?”
    “The D.A. is giving me a chance to plead guilty in exchange for a shortened sentence.”
    He was talking about it like it was a news story that was happening to a total stranger. But this was real. Christos was going to court. Worse, I really didn’t know anything about it. So far, all he had told me in the last twenty four hours was that he had punched a guy out and the trial was on Valentine’s Day. Beyond that, I was totally in the dark. Not knowing anything made it somehow more frightening.
    I asked, “Are you going to plead guilty?”
    A heavy silence filled the room.  
    I’d watched TV shows about court in the past, I’d seen news footage of people in court, but none of it was real to me. It was always happening to someone else. In fact, the most memorable courtroom scene I could think of was the one at the end of the movie Legally Blonde. Somehow, I didn’t think Christos’ court experience was going to be candy-coated with a bunch of laugh track moments starring Reese Witherspoon.
    “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” I said.
    “It’s okay. I’m going to plead not guilty.”
    “Wait, I thought you told me you hit some guy?”
    “I did.”
    “Doesn’t that mean you’re guilty?”
    “No, because it was self defense.”
    “Oh.” I hadn’t expected that. The way Christos had described it initially, I’d thought maybe he’d had a bar fight or something