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Before I Dive... Chapter 17

It’s FRIDAY! So I decided to give you FRI-YAY! by posting!

Just so you lovelies know, there is smut in this chapter. Amy’s getting a bit more brave, and Richard definitely likes it. :)

Also, please let me know if you want to be tagged. I’m so bad at keeping track of these things.

Enjoy!

“And then you slapped him?”

Amy nodded, blushing. Rocio’s eyes stayed wide, trying to imagine her friend that upset. She started giggling after a moment.

“You slapped him. Tenes bolas, hermana,” Rocio said, squeezing Amy’s hand.

“I’m not proud that I slapped him,” Amy replied quietly. “Now that we’ve talked everything through. I was just in the middle of a breakdown, I think.”

“Si, si,” she said. “But remind me not to get on your bad side.”

Amy giggled. “Yeah, Richard said something similar that day.”

“So you two are okay?” Rocio asked, taking a drink.

Amy nodded, taking a bite of her scone. “We have a plan. He didn’t realize how much something like this could cause so much anxiety, so we talked it over. We’re not going public yet, unless something major happens. We’re not telling a lot of people. But we’re not going to deny anything if it’s printed.”

“That makes sense. And it’s nice to hear that he’s taking your feelings into consideration.”

“Well, yeah. And I’m taking his into consideration for keeping things quiet for now. He wants me to himself for as long as he can.”

“That’s just until I step in and turn your duo into a trio.”

Amy rolled her eyes, taking a drink of her coffee. “Oh, I have something I need you to sign.”

“Like what?” Rocio asked, brow furrowing.

“Just a confidentiality agreement,” she said, digging through her bag. “Saying you won’t tell anyone that you know Richard and I are dating. Ah! Here it is!”

“No,” Rocio said without taking the paper. “I won’t do it.”

Amy creased the folds of the paper nervously. “Ro, it’s really nothing big. I know you’re not going to tell anyone. This is just a little extra assurance.”

Amy held out the paper. Rocio leaned back and crossed her arms.

“If you know I’m not going to tell, why do I have to sign a piece of paper?” she asked.

“Ro, please. Would you just look at it?”

Rocio frowned, snatching the paper from Amy and opening it up. She started to giggle, the paper fluttering to the table. Amy had written in bright red crayon:

I, Rocio, pinky promise not to tell that Richy is giving Amy cooties and she likes it.

She looked up to see Amy holding out a blue crayon.

“Hermana, estas loca,” Rocio laughed. “Te quiero.”

“Te quiero tambien,” Amy replied, smiling when Rocio tore the paper to shreds.

“Oh dear lord, where did you dig this up?” Richard said, flinching as his younger self appeared on the screen of Amy's laptop.

“YouTube,” she said, scooting over so he could join her on her bed. “I'm trying to watch your work in order. But I can't find Complicity, or that one about your aunt.”

“Barmy Aunt Boomerang,” he said, trying to pry the laptop from her fingers.

“So next was Hope Springs. I think I'm going to buy you some pullovers and straight-leg jeans for Christmas,” she giggled, kissing his cheek.

Richard groaned, flopping back on the bed. Amy set her laptop aside, curling up next to him. His arm automatically wrapped around her.

“You're adorable,” she told him. “What were you, like 15?”

“More like 23,” he said, brushing her hair back.

“So right out of college then?”

“No, I did Romeo and Juliet and Noughts and Crosses on stage before Hope Springs,” he said, lazily combing his fingers through her hair.

Amy propped herself up on her elbow, staring at him. He looked over at her, puzzled.

“What?”

“You've done R&J?” she asked.

“A couple times. Most recently with your roommate last year. Why?”

Amy flopped back. “I’d give anything to see you do Shakespeare.”

He watched her eyes flutter close and she sighed, a dreamy smile floating across her face.

“What are…”

“Shh, shh, I'm dreaming of you as Romeo,” she whispered.

“Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear,

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,

And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!

For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night,” he whispered in her ear, her smile growing broader.

“Sigh. I can die happy now,” she said, her eyes opening to sink into the depths of his ocean.

“Lily should have the DVD. We broadcasted it here a few times during the run,” he said, nuzzling her nose with his.

“Oh God, really?” she said excitedly.

Richard couldn’t stop Amy as she jumped out of bed, running to the living room. He chuckled when she came back, leaping and landing next to him on the bed.

“I take it you found it?” he asked, grabbing her waist so she didn’t tumble from the bed.

“Please?” she said, nodding.

Richard sat up, chuckling as she squealed and ran from the room again. By the time he made it out to the living room, he could smell the popcorn she had stuck in the microwave. He spun as she hurried past him from the bathroom, plunking a box of tissues onto the coffee table. He settled onto the couch, watching as she gingerly took the popcorn out of the microwave, dumped it into a bowl, then scurried over to curl up on his extended legs.

“Hi,” she said, kissing his nose.

“Hi,” he laughed, adjusting her to sit between his legs, leaning her back against his chest.

Amy reached over and grabbed the remote, hitting play. She snuggled back into the crook of Richard’s arm as he reached down and picked up a few pieces of popcorn. She giggled when he pushed her head into his shoulder to get the popcorn to his mouth.

A few hours later…

Richard picked up the remote and stopped the DVD. He’d been watching tears roll down Amy’s cheeks for the last 10 minutes, and now it looked like she was silently sobbing. He reached to brush her cheek with his thumb and Amy scampered out of his lap.

“I’m sorry,” she said, hurrying to the bathroom.

Richard rushed to follow her, seeing her sitting on the edge of the bathtub with her face buried in her hands. He knelt down in front of her, pulling her into his arms.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” she whispered. “I’m PMS-ing. I’m overreacting.”

Richard didn’t say a word, just held her as she tried to get her emotions in check.

“But that was just so beautiful. You were just so beautiful,” she said, pulling back to look him in the eye. “There was such a pureness to you, your acting. And when you thought Juliet had died…shit.”

Amy tried to fight the tears but ended up crying again. Richard held her close and kissed the side of her head.

“You are such a sweet girl,” he murmured in her ear. “Such a pure heart.”

Amy pulled back and kissed Richard, trying to pour her emotions out there instead of as tears. Richard cupped her face, his hands soaking up the droplets. Amy slowly increased the intensity of her kiss, her hands pulling Richard’s shoulders closer. Richard pulled back, resting his forehead on hers.

“And your lips drive me crazy,” he said, making her chuckle.

“I could say the same to you,” she said, kissing him again.

“I’d rather not make out in the bathroom,” he whispered as she started down his neck.

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They slowly stood up, Richard leading them back out to the couch. He sat down and Amy straddled his legs, leaning in to kiss him again.

“Lily’s...gone...right?” he said between kisses.

“Croatia,” Amy whispered, starting to pull at his shirt.

He groaned when she ground her hips against him as she kissed him hard. His fingers found the edge of her t-shirt, then snuck beneath to her bare skin. Amy gasped when he started rolling her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Her head fell back and Richard took the opportunity, slowly snaking the tip of his tongue up from the hollow of her throat. Amy bore down a little harder with her hips, the stiffness of Richard’s jeans brushing her clit through her lounge pants.

“Mmmm,” she moaned.

Her fingers found the edge of Richard’s shirt and pulled, working it up over Richard’s head. She leaned forward, kissing him again, her fingers tangling with his chest hair as she slowly roamed his chest. She continued rubbing her hips against his, loving the feeling of Richard’s body reacting to hers. She felt him trail his fingers down her body to her hips, stilling her.

“You keep that up, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you right here and now,” he whispered, nibbling her earlobe.

Amy whimpered, pushing her hips down hard but not rolling them again like she wanted to. She leaned her head on Richard’s shoulder, but then started kissing him there.

“I want to,” she whispered. “But I’m scared.”

“Love, we don’t have to do that,” he said. “Not until you are entirely comfortable.”

She felt her hands move down his chest to the waistband of his pants. He felt her work the zipper down after undoing the button, pulling him out of his pants. She wrapped her hand around him as she started nipping along his collarbone.

“I think I’m just scared of what it would mean,” she whispered against his neck.

Richard moaned as she rubbed her hips against the base of his cock as she jerked him off.

“What what would mean?” he asked, trying to get out a coherent thought.

“Doing it,” she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. “What it would mean for us.”

He glanced over to see her staring at his cock as she pleasured him. He reached over and turned her face to him, but her eyes drifted back to his penis.

“I wonder if you’ll even fit,” she whispered. “Inside me.”

He wrapped his hand around hers, stopping it. She glanced over at him, blushing.

“My sweet girl,” he said, kissing her.

“I want you,” she said softly. “I want to know what it feels like. And I know you will be…”

“Love, it’s okay. We can take our time,” he said, kissing down her neck.

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed in me,” she whispered, brushing her hips against him again.

Richard could only shake his head no as he released Amy’s hand and she started stroking him again. As she sped up, his head fell back to lean on the couch and Amy kissed and nipped at his neck.

“Do you want to be inside me?” she whispered, increasing her hand pressure. “Do you want to fuck me?”

Richard whined as he nodded. He’d never peg Amy for dirty talk but he wasn’t going to say a word against it.

“I’m so wet right now,” she said, her lips brushing his earlobe. “You’d probably just slide right in.”

Richard bucked his hips against Amy’s, cumming as she gently bit his earlobe. He chuckled as he caught his breath.

“What’s so funny?” she whispered, still nuzzled into his neck.

“You seem to think biting my earlobe is the only way to get me to cum,” he said, turning to look at her.

“No, but it seems to work pretty well,” she said, a coy smile on her face.

“My sweet girl,” he said, kissing her.

He shifted her off his lap, tucking himself back into his underwear. He could swear he heard her whisper “Bye Little Richy” but when he looked over at her, she had a completely innocent look on her face. He growled as he leaned in to kiss her, bracing his arms on either side of her head. He could feel her giggling against his lips and it drove him crazy.

Amy gasped when Richard reached down, shoving her pants and underwear to her knees. Her eyes fluttered closed, moaning when he ground his hips against her center. Her hips reflexively drifted up to stay in contact with his as he pulled away.

“Oh, someone like that?” he whispered. “Maybe my sweet girl isn’t so sweet.”

He ground his hips against hers again, earning a whimper from Amy. He started kissing his way down her neck, stopping at her clavicle. He grinned wolfishly at her before he started to suck on her pale skin.

“Shit, Richard,” she moaned.

She tried to push him away, but he continued sucking and licking before pulling away with a satisfying “pop”. He smiled at the small purple bruise forming there, but Amy punched his chest.

“I haven’t had a hickey since I was like 19,” she groaned, shaking her head.

“Just wanted to mark you mine,” he said, continuing to kiss down her chest through her shirt.

His body rested on her legs as he started sucking on her stomach. He felt her trying to push his head away, so he reached up, grasping her wrists. He kissed her skin after he finished giving her another small mark before slowly dragging his lips down to her inner thigh. She gasped when he nipped at the sensitive skin there, then growled slightly when he started sucking.

“Please remind me to pay you back for this,” she whispered.

“I’m sure you won’t need reminding,” he laughed, resting his cheek on her leg as he took a moment to look at her.

Her eyelids fluttered as his hands brushed her inner thighs, hooding her darkened blue eyes. Her mouth hung open slightly, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps as his hands neared her center. He lowered his lips to start sucking again, watching her mouth form a frown but still hanging open slightly.

“Please suck something else,” she moaned, trying to shift her hips under him.

“Mmm, might have to be more specific,” he said, moving to her other thigh and giving her another hickey. “Or I’ll keep doing this all night.”

Amy lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Is it the dirty talk? Dammit, I knew I shouldn’t have started that.”

She let her head drop back onto the pillow again, covering her eyes with her arm to hide her mortification. He chuckled as the blush crept down her neck to her chest. She lifted her arm, seeing if she could get out of what he was asking, but he just shook his head, leaning towards her thigh again.

“I’d like you to...,” she muttered, rushing and mumbling her last few words.

“Didn’t quite hear that,” he said, brushing his lips over her mound.

Amy flung her arm off her face, propping herself up so she could look at Richard. He smiled at her, kissing her lower lips.

“I’d like you to fuck me with your mouth,” she said huskily. “Because if you don’t, I’m about ready to take care of things myself.”

He grinned. “As much as I’d love to see that, it will have to wait for another time.”

Amy didn’t have a chance to respond as Richard dove in, fluttering his tongue against her clitoris before starting to take long licks. He loved hearing the little gasps and moans as he worked to pleasure her, sucking on her clitoris until she squeaked, then working his tongue inside her. He felt Amy’s hips buck when he slowly flicked his tongue against her clit, then looking up for her reaction.

“Fucking hell,” she whispered. “Quit your bloody teasing.”

He chuckled against her, moving to insert two fingers into her vagina, starting to scissor slightly once she relaxed around him. He started to curl his fingers, finding a small spongy area that made Amy arch her back. He let his fingertips massage that small area, bringing a slew of curse words from Amy’s mouth, her hips bucking and back arching. He started fluttering his tongue against her clit while continuing rubbing inside her, Amy going breathless, small squeaks escaping until she started shuddering, the muscles of her vagina beginning to pulse around his fingers. He stilled his fingers, pulling his face back slightly, smiling as her body continued to shudder for a minute.

Richard felt his heart flutter just a bit, watching her slowly sink into the couch, a look of utter satisfaction on her flushed face. He kissed her down there again, making her twitch, before slowly sliding himself up the couch, wedging himself in between Amy and the couch. Amy didn’t move save for trying to catch her breath. Richard nuzzled her cheek with his nose, brushing his lips over her skin until she finally opened her eyes.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Are you an angel?” she whispered.

“What?”

“Just wondering if I’ve died and this is heaven,” she said, closing her eyes as he pulled her closer in his arms.

“Might be heaven, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t kill you,” he chuckled, kissing her cheek.

“Pretty damn close,” she said slowly. “Do me a favor?” she asked after cuddling a few moments.

“Anything,” he said, nuzzling her ear.

“Buy my roommate a new couch.” She stopped as he burst out laughing. “I don’t think I’ll be able to look at her with a straight face after tonight.”

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