me, maybe. And it's crazy because my belly is cramping and I'm still bleeding, but I want him inside me.
"And if I say no, what are you gonna do then?" he asks and I gasp. He's smiling too, shadows disappearing from his eyes, but I still can't tell if he's serious or not.
"Then…then…I'll…" But I don't know what I'll do. Probably crawl away into some dark room and disappear forever. Gail the spinster, her nose stuck in some dusty old book forever. Gail the cat lady, forever alone. Because I don't want anyone else but Scott.
"You'll what?" he asks, his fingers playing with my hair now, his gaze swallowing me whole.
I lunge forward, and he loses his balance, exhales sharply as I land on his chest.
"Then I'll make you," I say and kiss him firmly, urgently, like I did that first night, up on the broken down pier. Both of his hands are tangled up in my hair, and my tongue is in his mouth, wrestling with his. Heat like from a fire is crackling through me, sparks going off in all the right places. His hard cock is pressing into my stomach, and I'd give many things to have it inside me. And even though the pain in my belly is more like a distant memory on the way out, it's still there and it would be a very bad idea.
The urgency of my kiss lessens as my fear that he'll push me away fades. I kiss him more softly, then pull away, running my thumb across his lips, like I wanted to earlier. Because I can now, nothing is stopping me.
His breath is hot against my finger, his lips soft and parted. I push my thumb in and he grabs it with his teeth, licking the tip, sucking it. I moan and push it in further, running my fingers against the rough stubble of his cheeks. He peels my hand away and guides my head down for another kiss, his hand caressing my back, his leg wrapped around mine, pulling me closer.
We're not in the apartment anymore, but on a beach somewhere, a glorious sunset spilling across the sky all around us. Which is how it will stay forever. Because nothing can touch us when we're together, no storms, no winds, no raging black waves, just the sun setting in hues of yellow, lilac, red, pink and orange against a calm, cloudless sky.
Sunlight wakes me the next morning. Scott's spooning me, his hand resting on my belly, warmth passing into me and easing, erasing the pain. I pull the blanket up to shield my eyes from the sun, so we can just stay like this for the rest of the day. He stirs and shifts his hand, but I clamp down on it, holding it in place firmly.
"You're awake then?" he says and chuckles, and I know the question is laced with hidden meanings, but I'm not even going to try and guess them.
"Mhm." Is all I say and nestle closer to him, keeping my hand over his across my belly.
His body is warm and firm, yet soft and pliant against mine, and if I didn't have to get up for a long time, that would be fine by me.
I don't even know what day it is, and I don't care. It's like the world is still, frozen, waiting for us to decide it can start moving again. But I don't know if Scott really knows I feel that way, and it's very important that he does.
"Thank you for putting up with me," I mutter.
"What was that?" he asks, speaking into my hair.
"I'm such a mess, and anyone sane would have dropped me by now," I say more firmly this time. "And I want to thank you for not doing that."
He shifts a little closer, so his legs are pressing into the back of mine. "And I want to thank you for not reporting me for rape."
He chuckles after he says it, but I know he's serious too, and I don't want him to be. "You didn't rape me."
"You could totally press charges for that. And I wouldn't even deny it," he says and pulls me even closer so there's not even a breath of air between us. "Or maybe I would. Prison su…would suck."
"Seriously, Scott, don't worry about it. I forgive you," I say, because I'm sure that's what he needs to hear.
"I think that was the night you got pregnant," he continues like I
"And if I say no, what are you gonna do then?" he asks and I gasp. He's smiling too, shadows disappearing from his eyes, but I still can't tell if he's serious or not.
"Then…then…I'll…" But I don't know what I'll do. Probably crawl away into some dark room and disappear forever. Gail the spinster, her nose stuck in some dusty old book forever. Gail the cat lady, forever alone. Because I don't want anyone else but Scott.
"You'll what?" he asks, his fingers playing with my hair now, his gaze swallowing me whole.
I lunge forward, and he loses his balance, exhales sharply as I land on his chest.
"Then I'll make you," I say and kiss him firmly, urgently, like I did that first night, up on the broken down pier. Both of his hands are tangled up in my hair, and my tongue is in his mouth, wrestling with his. Heat like from a fire is crackling through me, sparks going off in all the right places. His hard cock is pressing into my stomach, and I'd give many things to have it inside me. And even though the pain in my belly is more like a distant memory on the way out, it's still there and it would be a very bad idea.
The urgency of my kiss lessens as my fear that he'll push me away fades. I kiss him more softly, then pull away, running my thumb across his lips, like I wanted to earlier. Because I can now, nothing is stopping me.
His breath is hot against my finger, his lips soft and parted. I push my thumb in and he grabs it with his teeth, licking the tip, sucking it. I moan and push it in further, running my fingers against the rough stubble of his cheeks. He peels my hand away and guides my head down for another kiss, his hand caressing my back, his leg wrapped around mine, pulling me closer.
We're not in the apartment anymore, but on a beach somewhere, a glorious sunset spilling across the sky all around us. Which is how it will stay forever. Because nothing can touch us when we're together, no storms, no winds, no raging black waves, just the sun setting in hues of yellow, lilac, red, pink and orange against a calm, cloudless sky.
Sunlight wakes me the next morning. Scott's spooning me, his hand resting on my belly, warmth passing into me and easing, erasing the pain. I pull the blanket up to shield my eyes from the sun, so we can just stay like this for the rest of the day. He stirs and shifts his hand, but I clamp down on it, holding it in place firmly.
"You're awake then?" he says and chuckles, and I know the question is laced with hidden meanings, but I'm not even going to try and guess them.
"Mhm." Is all I say and nestle closer to him, keeping my hand over his across my belly.
His body is warm and firm, yet soft and pliant against mine, and if I didn't have to get up for a long time, that would be fine by me.
I don't even know what day it is, and I don't care. It's like the world is still, frozen, waiting for us to decide it can start moving again. But I don't know if Scott really knows I feel that way, and it's very important that he does.
"Thank you for putting up with me," I mutter.
"What was that?" he asks, speaking into my hair.
"I'm such a mess, and anyone sane would have dropped me by now," I say more firmly this time. "And I want to thank you for not doing that."
He shifts a little closer, so his legs are pressing into the back of mine. "And I want to thank you for not reporting me for rape."
He chuckles after he says it, but I know he's serious too, and I don't want him to be. "You didn't rape me."
"You could totally press charges for that. And I wouldn't even deny it," he says and pulls me even closer so there's not even a breath of air between us. "Or maybe I would. Prison su…would suck."
"Seriously, Scott, don't worry about it. I forgive you," I say, because I'm sure that's what he needs to hear.
"I think that was the night you got pregnant," he continues like I
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