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Red Velvet - Chapter 10 part 3

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Chapter 10 - Thrift Store Wars (part 3)

"Alright, we're here," Akane opens the door to her apartment. "Are you sure everything is okay?"

She watches him closely.

"Yeah, I'm sure! Everything is... okay, not totally fine, but I'll get there," Rihito jokes with a weak voice, taking off his shoes while she goes inside. "The worst part is my eye, but the ice from earlier helped …"

He enters right behind her, muttering “excuse me” under his breath. He had managed to walk normally on the way to her apartment, and despite one complaint or another about the pain, he seemed to be dealing with it quite well.

He was just quieter now. A lot quieter. The pride for his achievement seemed to have diminished, although he carried the rug on his shoulders without any problem. She was really worried about it all, but if he even seemed to have handled the situation well, she would try to go with the flow...

"Here, I'll take the rug. Go take a bath, or go lie down on my bed. You deserve a nap," she caresses his cheek, then gives him a light pat on the shoulder, as if to wipe off some dust. "Or you can have some water… make yourself at home, okay?," She smiles, blushing a little.

And she leaves, immediately moving away the furniture to pick a spot for her newest acquisition. She had checked the rug, and despite the incident and the fact it was second hand, it was in good condition.

"Uh... don’t you want help moving the couch? It'll be no problem for me...," He offers, but when he sees that she was already taking care of everything, he ends up sighing. "Alright then... I'm just going to take a bath. I'll be right back, okay?," He smiles at her before heading to the bathroom. She hears the door closing. And a few minutes later, she hears the constant sound of running water.

She smiles. She wanted his help, but what she wanted more was to check the extent of his injuries and get it taken care of as quickly as possible.

She placed the rug on the floor and put the furniture back, with some effort, but soon the living room was perfect. She looked at her work, contemplating what she had done. She smiled satisfied. Now she wouldn't need to buy anything else until she got tired of the decor and wanted to change everything, which, given her taste, would be never.

"Hey, Rihito, do you need a towel?," she remembered, turning towards the bathroom to ask.

"Uh... I kinda forgot about the towel, sorry," He responds from inside, his voice slurring. He definitely sounded tired now. "I'm assessing the damage here. Fuck, this shit will get the size of a golfball, I can feel it..."

She grabs a towel and goes into the bathroom, hanging it on a hook on the wall. "I'll get more ice for you. Will you stay here with me in the meantime? I have food in the fridge, we can cook something…"

"Hey, do you think I’m going to leave before trying that tacky rug out with you? Not a chance. And yeah, I'm down for some food," He responds with a half smile, turning to her. She could now see that, in addition to his swollen eye, he had left with some more spoils from the Thrift Store Wars: a bruise on his ribs and another one on his right shin. There was probably one in his back too. He sees her distressed expression and says quickly, extending a wet hand to touch her face, "Don't make that face, Panther, c'mon. I'm fine. Take it from me, I was a lot more fucked up after some of my matches."

"Even so!," She replies, but her voice is low. "I... don't I have a right to get worried? You got hurt because of me...," she holds his hand, not worrying if it was wet. "I don't like this..."

He may have suffered worse, yes, but none of it were because of her… well, except the stab wound to his arm, but nothing more than that. Of all people, he would be one of the last ones she wanted to see hurt because of her.

No, she had already hurt a lot of people. Even the superficial wounds were too much for her to bear.

He looks at her with his good eye bulging out. She watches as his cheekbones redden ever so slightly, his Adam's apple rising and falling as he swallows hard. She feels his thumb stroke the skin of her face. His hand was rough, calloused all over, but very warm.

"Hey...," He calls quietly. "Wait a minute... you don’t feel guilty, do you?," He asks, frowning, then letting out a hiss of pain and wincing. "Ugh...! No- seriously, Akane, don't do that. Please. You didn't ask me to throw hands with some losers because of a rug. I did that because I wanted to."

"…," She lowers her eyes, sighing. "Yeah, but I still feel kinda strange. I mean... I've never seen anyone do anything like that for me. I'm not used to it. So I can't think that this doesn't have something to do with me... that it isn't my fault."

He opens his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what. She could see confusion and also frustration in his expression. He then scratches his wet hair, grunting.

"It's nobody's fault! I just did what friends do, even though I'm the first one who did something like that to you!," He shakes his head. "I mean... fuck, did you want that rug or not? I don't understand it!"

"I didn’t say I don’t want the rug, dammit, are you deaf?!," She responds immediately. "I just wanted to get it without you having to get hurt! I'm your friend too, and if you haven't noticed, friends also hate seeing their own friends get hurt because of them!"

"There was no other way! Didn't you see that freaking crowd?," He opens his arms with irritation. "And friends don't mind getting into trouble for others when they have to, as was your case, damn it! How were you going to get past all that people if we weren't doing things my way?"

"I don't know, but your better, smarter way had to be throwing yourself into a school of sharks?!," She looks at him with a trembling eyebrow, her arms as open as his, gesturing. "Yeah, it was great and we did it, but now I'm going to check your face and beat myself in distress because you must be in pain! I want you to be happy, not suffering because of me!"

"You could instead look at my face and think 'damn, look how awesome Rihito is, doing these things for me! I really must be someone worth giving a fuck about!',” He barks, leaning towards her with his teeth bared. But he didn't seem aggressive. Just immensely frustrated. "And happy? I was happy as fuck until a few minutes ago, when you started with this nonsense! Is it so fucking hard to understand that I'm happy to do these things for you?!"

"And I'm happy when you're safe and sound, fed and giving me backshots!," She almost screams. "Not when you're injured and all bummed out because of a fucking rug! Thank you, you jerk! Happy now?!"

He stares at her, amazed, the anger and frustration slowly dissipating from his face. He blinks at her a few times, too entranced to speak... and then he grabs her, without warning, practically sweeping her off her feet as he kisses her hungrily, his tongue demanding against hers, his hands firm around her hips. He moans eagerly against her mouth, his wet and hot body molding to hers. Akane tries to get away from him, even hitting him on his shoulders, but she soon melts away and hugs him back, barely remembering that he was all wet.

Until she realizes that he was leaving the bathroom with her still in his arms, so she breaks away from the kiss, panting. "At least dry yourself, dumbass! You're going to get the whole place at this rate, including the brand new rug!," She throws the towel over his head, almost hitting him in the process.

"Gruuunf...," He growls, extremely frustrated, before finally letting go of her, the towel obstructing his vision making him stop suddenly. "She's not just nuts, she's a cockblocker too...! Alright, give me five minutes then," He mumbles, taking the towel off his face, and then bending down to kiss her again, this time much more calmly. "I'll make you understand... just you wait...," And he begins to dry himself, starting with his hair.

"I already do," She takes off her clothes too, throwing them in the basket. "And I can't be a cockblocker when I also want to fuck, asshole. I just don't want to have to clean up the whole place after I'm done with you."

And he ends up laughing, despite still being irritated, now wiping his shoulders and torso, his expression softening to one of excitement. "You won't have to. And be my guest. I'm still a little sore, so you can take the lead this time, while we debut that fuzzy thing on your floor.

"Humph!," she snorts, and when his body looks dry enough, she pulls him by his wrist. "That's my plan. Come on, you blonde thug, I'm going to teach you a lesson..."

She guides him to the rug and makes him sit on it. Conveniently the coffee table hadn't been moved back to its original place yet, so he could sprawl out on the rug all he liked. But he doesn't even have time to feel the softness on his skin; she was already mounting on his lap and attacking his mouth with a sudden, passionate kiss.

He responds with a hungry sound in the back of his throat, one hand in her hair while the other palms her back, giving her support. He already felt himself getting hotter, a shiver of excitement running up his spine, the middle of his legs responding with a spasm as he "woke up". In those moments, he used lay her down onto whatever surface the action was going to take place and cover her body with his own. But this time, he willingly let her switch positions, slowly leaning back as they devoured each other's mouths, leaning on his elbows on the rug and gasping when his cock lazily brushed between her legs. And she responded with her legs on top of him, in that professional swing; he could already feel her heat against his cold, fresh from the bath skin.

"Hnmm…," She holds his arms above his head and bends down to reach his neck, making sounds similar to some animal while biting him.

She hears him let out a husky gasp, his strong body trembling slightly under her touches, his uninjured eye closing as her mouth on his neck leaves him limp on the warm, soft rug. She feels him getting harder between her buttocks – Hnnn ... this... this rug is really soft. Almost as much as your skin…"

She bites him a little more on the neck in response, giving him a hickey there and sitting back down, straightening up and resting her hands on his chest, rolling on his hips, her breasts squeezed between her arms. "Yeah... I know …and I’m gonna make you cum between it and me…"

"Heh… We'll see about that...," He teases a little, smiling as he raises his hips to brush himself between her moist folds. "Be careful not to drop anything on the new rug, haha…"

"I should be the one saying that," she continues, running her folds down his length, feeling him get bigger and enjoying the hell out of it. "And I know you like it, anyway..."

He nods, his uninjured eye narrowing a little, the pleasure again making him limp beneath her. He liked to be the dominant one during sex, to control the pace and speed of things, but at that moment, he seemed perfectly happy to let her take charge, watching her eagerly as he caressed her hips, her buttocks, lifted his hands to play with her breasts and caress her nipples.

"I do… especially when you do that… hnnn, yeah…," He hisses a little with the friction, the eyelid of his uninjured eye getting heavy as he looks at her intensely. "Damn, you’re beautiful…"

Beautiful... he called her things like "sexy" and "hot" quite often. But "beautiful", and even more so in that rapturous tone of someone who was almost groggy with desire…

"I think so too...," she smiles mischievously. "And you're not bad yourself...," she rolls over and moves the tip of his cock very close to her entrance, and then releases it with her hips. It seemed like she was always hot and ready for him. Impressive. "You’re gonna look even better when you're calling my name as I deliver my finishing blow," She bends down and bites his chest, licking one of his nipples.

He jumps a little, shuddering and gasping again, this time a little louder. He was sensitive in that area, a fact that was a bit embarrassing for him, but he couldn't complain about the hot, delicious sensation of her tongue there. He bites his bottom lip, lifting his head to watch her. With his eye injured like that, he looked fragile, rather than the huge, intimidating man he usually presented himself as.

"Make me then... so your neighbors can hear how you manage to take down a bull-sized guy with just your mouth and legs..."

"I'm not going to meet your demands today, smartass," she takes another bite, on the other side of his chest. "You're the one who's going to meet mine," and she attacks him on the neck again, licking close to his ear to make him shiver, even growling playfully.

He growls back, as if it were another animal responding, his hands automatically trying to fight her grip on his wrists but at the same time not wanting to break free. Damn, how could she leave him limp and trembling like that, wanting even more of that treatment? He was strong enough to turn the tables in an instant... but her mouth, tongue and teeth on his sensitive skin made him not want to leave where he was, underneath her and being deliciously tortured.

"Ooh... so- so lemme hear them, c'mon...," He asks in a babble.

"Stay very still while I take care of you," she whispers in his ear. "Today you're mine, and no one else's," she likes his earlobe lasciviously. "And I also want you all hard and ready for me," she rolls her hips against his.

He hissed between gritted teeth, lifting his head a little, wanting to see how she was using him. His hips move in a spasm, trying to keep up with her wiggling before he forces them to still, the pressure of her sex on him making him dizzy, his dick getting stiffer at a speed that even surprised him a little. He plants his feet on the plushy rug in an attempt to balance himself, his chest rising and falling quickly with his rapid breathing.

"Onh... yes... today... today I'm all yours..."

“I’m yours whenever you want-“

And he tells his stupid brain to shut up. Not now, damn it! Sex first, terrifying conjecture later!

"Yes… mine…," she kisses him, her tongue firm against his, ending it with a peck. After that, she leans back on his chest, and rools her hips against his until he was all ready for her. Then she just uses her hips to position herself, still teasing him. "Hmm... look at you, all hard for me... good boy...," She smiles mischievously, her eyes piercing his. "But... you really thought it would be that easy, didn't you?," She lifts her hips gets up. "No sir."

She steps forward, and then hovers above him, her sex on top of his face. "Now be nice and put that tongue to good use," She whispers before sitting on his face.

She hears him gasp, feels his breathing getting cut short between her legs, a second of astonishment leaving him paralyzed before she finally feels his tongue, hot, firm and eager, slide between her folds in a hungry lick, from the entrance to the clit, then giving it a smacking, honeyed kiss, accompanied by a hoarse and eager moan.

"Hnnnn…"

"Oohh... yeah, just like that...," she smiles, positioning herself to move her hips more easily, holding his hair with both hands now. "Lick all the honey, baby, it'll help you heal...," she jokes while moving her hips and rubbing her sex on his mouth. She trembled slightly every time he hit a good spot.

Holy shit, sex with that woman was always a spectacle in itself, wasn't it? One homemade porn after another. Once again she surprised him with a position he had only seen in videos, and as always, fiction couldn't compare to reality. With her sitting on his face like that, he had no choice but to stay still and put his tongue to work. And he was loving the fuck out of it! Being still, just relaxing on the soft rug as he turned his face from side to side, licking and kissing that juicy flesh and getting his fill of what dripped from it, his chin getting smeared, the wet noises of something being sucked echoing in the room an excellent accompaniment.

"Hnnnf...," He opens his eyes, looking at her, giving a long lick until she can see the tip of his tongue, touching the clit and then slapping it. He could return the teasing, even in a submissive position, damn it.

"Oohn… that's it, be a good boy and eat that pussy," She looks at him between her breasts, biting her lower lip. "Hmmm… you love it, don't you? Yeees... ooooh...," she trembled when he licked her in the right spot, even closing her eyes.

This only encouraged him to work harder. With his hands now free, he automatically held her firmly by the hips, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her buttocks, helping her roll on his tongue; he even laughed muffledly at her excitement. There was no bad weather or unforeseen circumstances that were impossible for that bastard to get around, huh? His hands then went up to her breasts, squeezing them, holding them as they sway in rhythm with her “rodeo”, his lips closing on her clit and sucking lazily as she does so. And his cock kept pulsing, spasming, the excitement and her taste leaving him on edge without him even needing to be touched. That woman must have had a pact with Satan or something, because all that fire wasn't godly. And she seemed to know it well.

"Yeah, that's it... eat me good, Ichiro, don't stop... nmmm...," She starts to moan, and he felt her shaking more and more. "Ooh yeah, I'm almost there, fuck... you want more honey, baby? Here, it's all yours..."

He moves his face almost furiously after that, his uninjured eye closed tightly in concentration, his hands gripping her hips tightly as if he doesn't want to let her escape his tongue, his nose brushing there with his excitement. He wanted to hear her moan and cry out loud, and he wanted the neighbors to hear her too, especially the men, then they would know that she had already found a guy capable of driving her crazy.

"Ooohhh… oh my God, Ichiro, yes, aaaa-AAAAhhh!," she trembles violently, rolling a lot on top of him. He felt her folds kissing him like hungry lips, and he felt more of her taste as he sucked her. Then she got off when he was going to continue. "Hnmm... good job... uhhn...," she holds his hair with a little force so that he stops. "You- you did very well... that's enough...," she looks at his cock and then gets up. "Stay right there," She orders before quickly going to her room.

He lies there, limp on the rug, panting with his face covered in her juices, immediately missing her thighs around his head. Damn... with a long sigh, he lifts his head just a little, seeing and feeling how he was already completely ready for combat, standing like the good obedient soldier he was. And it was almost painful, from how much it pulsed.

Fuck, she had barely touched him... she had only given him a few kisses, bites and licks, and they hadn't even been close to his dick... how did she do that? What magic permeated that woman to leave him like that, at her mercy, fragile, as if he were one of the weaklings from the thrift store that he had beaten earlier?

This was, by far, the part that scared him the most. Rihito didn't like feeling fragile. Defenseless. Unable to fight against the destiny that pulled him like a current in the middle of the ocean. He was a perseverant, exceptionally stubborn spirit; it was both a quality and a flaw. But with that woman around, he increasingly lost the will to continue resisting the gravitational force that attracted him to her.

She comes back, looking at his face. "Ooh... what a good boy you are," She smiles. "You deserve a reward," she climbs over him and sits on his chest, facing away from him. "Enjoy the view while I make you feel good," and she lowers her torso. When he least expects it, he feels his cock being graced by that velvet mouth, which made him spend nights awake, uncomfortable in his bed, remembering the feeling.

"Oooh...!," He throws his head back, his eyes rolling in their sockets before closing, his hips immediately rising to meet more of her mouth, of the hot and delicious tightness that made him dizzy. "Fuck yeah... I never get tired of this, damn it ...!"

"Hnm...," She huns with him on her mouth, licking from the base to the tip. "I know... that's why you came back for more, right?," she sucks it a little more, going all the way to the base again. "Hmmm… and you'll keep coming, if it’s up to me…"

“If it were up to me, you wouldn’t want anything else out there… just me,” her mind blurted out the sentence, and it gave her goosebumps, making her suck harder for a moment, which made him shiver. She decides she wants to shut her stupid mind up. Rihito soon hears a package opening, and feels something else covering him. Akane lifts her torso and looks at him. "I want you to come with me...," she positions herself in front of him, and holds his arms, looking at him while making a hungry face. She pulls him to sit down, and his hands went to hold her waist. "Hug me while I make you come, big guy," and she lowers her hips, making him enter her slowly.

He opens his mouth in a silent moan, his arms immediately going to do as he was told. He would never be able to refuse a request from her while being balls deep inside her like that, never. "Uuhn...! With you squeezing me like that, it'll be no trouble... hnnn, Akane...," He sighs her name while holding her close to his chest, the hug possessive and, at the same time, intimate and even affectionate.

"Ohhh...Ichiro...," she hugs him by the shoulders as she moves, rolling her hips on top of him, her head on his shoulder. "Oohh, yes... I want you so bad...ooh...," she moves her hips, and uses her legs to bounce on top of him, kissing him while grabbing his hair. "You, inside me… I want this so much…!," she whispers in the crook of his neck.

This was the only time she could say these things... it hurt that she couldn't always be true to herself, but it was a comfort being able to say something to him at those times.

She hears his breathing hitch again, his arms falling for a moment... and then they hold her with even more desire, his hips moving along with hers, lifting at the same time as hers lowered, and the tight fit was just perfect, sending shocks from her belly to her chest, his pelvis slamming into her clit in an almost frantic rhythm. He threads his fingers through her hair, keeping his face on her shoulder as he buries his nose there, sniffing, breathing heavily, grunting with the effort and the intense pleasure, not even paying attention to the pain on his face and the areas that had been hit during the thrift store battle.

Those wounds were suffered for the sake of the woman who was in his arms now, moaning his name, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. And he didn't want to be anywhere else but here, with her.

"Me too...! I want it all day, all the time...! I never get tired of you, woman, never...!"

"Me neither, Ichiro... I want you deeper, c'mon...!," she bounces on his lap, pressing her clit on his pelvis, and her back arches with the shock. "Ooohhh... come with me, babe... say my name...!," he feels her getting hotter, the grip around his cock tighter...

"Akane…," He whispers in her ear, breathless. And then he repeats, louder. "Akane...!," And this time her name comes out almost painfully from his mouth, almost as if he were trying to contain a cry, raising his hips with more desperation to thrust himself deeper into her, leaning in so she can be stimulated uninterruptedly. And he couldn't slow down, he couldn't take it easy or prolong the moment, not when he wanted her so desperately that it terrified him, both because of the vulnerability of the moment and because he didn't want to let her go, didn't want to lose her. "Almost... oohn... cum for me, squeeze me tight...! "

"Yes… Ichiro… come with me...!," she whispers and starts to shake, the heat and tightness coming like a wave. "IchirooOHH!," She hugs him tightly, almost vibrating on top of him, pulling on his hair, the other hand scratching his shoulder.

And he feels his mind go hazy, nothing else being there but her in his lap and the soft rug beneath them, as he cums with that same intensity that leaves him dizzy, disoriented, clinging to her as if he's afraid of falling apart, the sound of delight that left his throat deep and almost as loud as hers.

"Hnnnnf...! Holy shit, Akane...!"

"Aaahh... oooh, I love this… Ichiro…," she whimpered; her orgasm had been so strong that there was tears in her eyes. He felt her pulse around him, the rhythm slowly decreasing while they were still connected, her breathing at the same pace as his while their foreheads touched. She looks right at him, caressing his face and smiling a little, her eyes shining with tears. A beautiful look that sent a shiver down his spine, but a good one.

He looks back at her, sweaty and breathing heavily, still a little dazed. And she sees an almost painful affection for her in the depths of his uninjured eye, a fragility that seemed an absurd contrast to the monstrously strong and imposing man she knew.

But she knew there was no contrast at all. That was still Rihito, still Ichiro, because the brute who had been able to drag four men with him with just the strength of his legs and the adorable dork with the big, soft heart who looked so happy and vulnerable in her arms were the same person. One was not dissociated from the other, and with they would never be if it was up to her.

She smiled at the contrast. And thinking that one of those sides was something that few people would even have the privilege of seeing, made her feel a pang of self-pride; a strange and selfish satisfaction, but one that warmed her thousand-times bruised heart nonetheless. She closes her eyes and kisses him, slowly, savoring his lips, almost as if she wants to seal something with desire, to catch his breath all for herself. She looks back at him. She wanted to tell him, wanted to say what she felt, but she couldn't, and it closed her throat.

Too risky. And she didn't want to lose what she had.

"Look…," She whispers. "I'm very happy for what you did," she touches her forehead to his again. "But please, don't risk yourself like that for me again. I don't like seeing you like this," She caresses his face.

He swallows slowly. At another time, he would have protested. He would have said that she couldn't ask for something like that, not from him; he would have said that he would never hesitate when it came to taking risks for the people who were important to him. He would have started another argument, probably ruining the moment they were sharing.

But he doesn't do that. He couldn't do it even if he wanted to. He could only look at her in absolute adoration, his chest exploding with conflicting feelings that swirled in his head like a confused whirlpool; he could only look at her expression and think that, like him, she was full of contrasts.

She could be a debauched clown one moment and a cheerful, lively girl the next. She could be a fierce and dangerous predator one moment and a fragile and docile creature the next. She could shatter his ego with a devastating metaphorical punch, and she could also rebuild it with caresses, kisses and words of comfort. She could be sensual, fiery and confident, but she could also be tender, soft, her breasts a welcoming balm where he could lay his head and forget about a difficult day, instead of just associating them with sexual acts. She could dance like an slut or like a glamorous actress in a romantic movie. She could make him burst into sweet and ridiculous songs with her, make him dance along with her and not care about other people's opinions, make him go into a thrift store looking for trinkets and participate in the most epic battle that any store had ever seen, just for her. And it was those contrasts, those paradoxes that made her so unique and maddening and that he couldn’t help but love-

...No. No, no, no, he couldn't! This couldn't be happening, he couldn't be falling in love with that woman! He couldn't!

... Could he?

He closes his eyes and brings her in for a slow kiss again, trying to silence that terrifying voice, if only for a moment.

"And... and I don't like seeing you sad like that... I'll try my best..."

"Thank you," she says, smiling, hugging him and leaning her head on his shoulder. "I... I don't mind that you're a fighter and you make a living out of this... I just don't want to see you so upset like you were before... I thought you were ill or something..."

"I... I wasn't upset because of the thrift store thing...," He admits after hesitating, very embarrassed. "I told you, I had a lot of fun... I wouldn't mind going there again, hahaha..."

"Oh... but… why, then?," she blinks, raising an eyebrow. "What happened? Do you… do you want to talk about it?"

"Uh... It was just a chat I had with the guys on the phone...," He tries to talk away, looking for some excuse to throw her off track and failing. Fucking afterglow, always leaving him slow-witted! "It was a tense convo... and the pain, to top it all, made things worse. But I'm much better now, I swear!," He guarantees, patting her back, giving a smile that he hopes is reassuring.

"Okay…," She nods, resigning herself. "But if they're making a fuss about you doing this for me, tell me who it was and I'll scratch their face off. It doesn't matter if they're twice as big as you," she furrowed her eyebrows. "Or I can hurt their ego. I'm good at that," she pouts, looking at her nails, and running a finger across his chin, making him shiver.

"Ahaha, you– you don’t need to threaten to poke someone’s eyes out or crush someone’s balls to defend my honor, cockatoo," He laughs a little, trying to contain the shiver caused by her finger and tilting his face, brushing his nose a little against hers. "Even more so if it's one of my friends. But it was worth it, really," He kisses the tip of her nose. "Don't worry, I’ll sort things out with them, okay?"

And they sure would sort things out, Rihito had no doubts about that. He wouldn't give two days for those idiots to go after him. He was also quite eager to throw hands with them, even if it were four against one, to vent at least a little of those terrifying feelings that didn't let him think straight. They understood each other better with their fists than with words, it had always been that way and that wasn't going to change now.

She nodded and got off his lap, getting rid of the condom herself and lying down on the rug. "Come... stay here with me. I'm in the mood for cuddles and this rug isn't helping, ahahahah...," She smiled at him, opening her arms in an invitation.

He smiles too, lying down next to her and immediately bringing her into his arms. He seemed to want to reverse the post-coital roles that time, making her lay her head on his chest, which was warm and a little sweaty, his heart beating a comforting rhythm. He strokes her hair, taking a deep breath and relaxing. "Look... you can be mad at me all you want... but I have no regrets about the thrift store thing. It was worth it just to be able to stretch out on top of this tacky rug with you..."

She laughed, leaning back against him. "Fine, but just this once, you incorrigible brute. Because I'm happy too."

Next chapter, next saturday

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