#yes I did pick that song for maximum emotional damage

[temporary-tats]

Woah! What’s that? I made a Caitvi edit that (if you’re anything like me) will cause you some emotional damage ✨✨

*ahem* Of course this means,

SPOILERS FOR ARCANE SEASON 2 ACT 1

Now that that’s out of the way! Here you go ✨🕺

[akingdomtheorist]

KH Catch Up: KH2FM The FINAL PART

THE FINAL PART WITH LESS THAN TWO MONTHS TO CATCH UP. HOLLOW BASTION

"I forgot how to play this game."

-fleeing enemies- "Because why deal with your problems when you can just nyoom."

SPACE PARANOIDS

"So how does it feel to be pewpewpew'd back?" "Is this what I do to people?"

"I give these Heartless a 3/10. Not a fan."

He went Wisdom Form had no pewpewers remorse after that.

"Is this way to the I/O Tower?" "Well if you walk up to the entryway it'll tell you. You may have to go through a few maps." "Well okay that's great but which way is the I/O Tower?" -literally walks up to the entrance- "I'm sorry."

"Why don't they just reformat the computer?" "That's what the disc is for." "You don't need a program to do that!" "You do when they're sentient!" "Why don't they just CTRL+Alt+DELETE the MCP then?" "He's Win10." "Even Win10 lets you do that! He's Win11."

"Wait, did Leon not put the fuckin' disc in the computer? Aerith put it in the drive?! Leons from a futuristic setting!"

-walks into boss fight- "I didn't save."

"Man, he did deresolution him, he's at 144P now. He's like a JPEG."

Poor guy has hit the Limit Break instead of Delete so many times.

"We just deleted System32."

HOLLOW BASTION IS NOW RADIANT GARDEN

I force him to try Assault of the Dreadnought with the ships I have.

And then we realized where the Full-Auto setting was after all this time and he laughed at my agony.

"This is the most StarFox this game has been." "You don't even KNOW."

"This isn't bad. I've played StarFox Assault and that's not bad."

"Sorry I'm gonna disappoint you with the panic." "Oh we're not there yet."

I got to Mission Level 3 for him to try. Just waiting for the moment... He died BUT MY ENGINEERING WORKED SO WELL! We created Code Rave and our new Teeny Ship 'MAXIMUM PEW' to take on this break in the story. After finding out we need the power of Neon Orb all day all the time, we go back to Atlantica.

ATLANTICA

"We kind of destroyed her (Ursula) last game. Right, that's a thing we did?"

"Did we just have a fight off screen?" "Nah."

"She's plagarizing her!"

"Way to go Eric, you really... really leaped into action there."

"Just kill her, you have a trident, stab her."

"Really? We're having a dance-off to save the universe?"

"Why didn't Triton just impale her? Like Eric just did? When his daughter was in danger?"

Now we need to come back later with Thundaga. Except we don't the game just kicked us out anyway.

There was some trouble that totally didn't happen  with the last song.

"Wait we didn't use Thundaga once."

TWILIGHT TOWN

"Oh it literally won't let me go anywhere else. Well at least they could give me a skateboard."

"Hey Mickey-wait guys stop everything I gotta restart Share Play."

"Well since that's the obvious direction of the plot, let's go the other way."

"Touch. The beam..."

"That's my data. That's me!"

Then he spent 5 minutes theorizing the name because clearly Xehanort is a Nobody name.

"Hi Axel. Why should we leave?"

"Ohh... it's just me..."

"Axel's just like 'don't mind me I'm just casually dying here'."

"Oh stop making puns while you're dying motherfucker."

"Aw he just wanted to bring his boyfriend back."

"Alright fuckin' wannabe Sephiroth." He's upset at Saix.

THE WORLD THAT NEVER WAS

"I'm betting it's Riku."

"Oh it's Roxas!"

"What's my dodge button? That's not the button-THAT'S NOT THE BUTTON!"

"You gotta dodge my dude." "Yes-thank you."

-tries Strike Raid- "OH NO THAT WORKED ON RIKU THAT DOESN'T WORK ON YOU!"

He died. Take 2.

He died. Take 3.

He died. Take 4.

Through the power of technical use of Limiting for more magic and drives, the lock on+dodgeroll tactic, FIVE TIMES THE CHARM.

The Two Become One has been obtained. I await the moment

THREE ANTI-FORMS IN A ROW. I made him try Master form and IT FINALLY HAPPENED. FINAL FORM ACHIEVED.

"Alright these mother fucker's got a giant flyin' saucer..."

"Namine's like, 'I'm bustin you out!'"

"Is this to the final boss?" "Nah."

"He's disguised! He's disguised, that's Riku. He's disguised right?" "Not exactly."

"Kairi's just like no, we're not- no, it's not happenin'."

"KAIRI GETS HER OWN KEYBLADE!"

"Is that DiZ? I mean I knew he was Ansem the Wise but I called that like ages ago."

"Is he gonna Luigi's Mansion all the Heartless into that thing?" "No." "But it looks like it does!"

"Organization XIII is real sassy for people without emotions."

"What are his weapons? How is he supposed to use them? Oh they're guns! I didn't think they'd give him actual guns."

"He doesn't have just a gun it's a fuckin' Halo Needler!" "Does this upset you?" "No, I just think it's a little cheap." "Oh it will though."

He died.

The second time around he abused the speed of Anti-Form to avoid ALL THE BULLETS and ended with a "FUCK YOU" to Xigbar.

"Did he (Berserker Nobody) just Minimize- did he just fuckin' minimize? No more of that."

"Oh Kairi just- cats outta the bag!"

"Riku took hair tips from Axel."

"Oh he's gonna Luigi's Mansion Kingdom Hearts!" "No he's gonna reverse ReBoot it."

"Ohh these are all the Organization Members I've killed? What's Marluxia the- oh of COURSE he's the Graceful Assassin."

Now it's time to play a game with Luxord. It was fairly easy though late on learning all the games was fun to watch in failure.

"Of course your weapon is called Soul Eater you edgy bastard..."

Time to go beat up angry moon barbarian.

"Oh what happened did you lose your weapon buddy?"

He did it first try.

"Yeah no Roxas didn't spend eight hours fighting this fucker."

"Too bad it's impossible [For Roxas to meet Sora] but I'm not gonna say it's 100% impossible, because this is Kingdom Hearts."

"Calling it now this is gonna change Riku back into Riku. I CALLED IT HIS HAIR IS BACK TO NORMAL. Back to his Axel hair."

"Riku get your bangs out of your face."

"Riku is a tol."

"We're finally working together! WE ARE GONNA FIGHT SOMEONE TOGETHER!" "Yeah, you are." "YES, YES-I can't shout because people are sleeping-BUT YES."

"He's- oh my god I'm basically playing as two people. I love this."

"Oh his sword- look it has an angel wing! I just noticed that! Riku dah best."

AND THEN THE GRINDING OF 8 HOURS COMMENCED

We are joined by one more friendo who has completed the game. They will be F2 in conversation quotes.

"Oh that's a lot of Heartless."

"You murdered people. You had a choice to not murder people."

"Okay, is this round one? Yeaaaahh..."

"Okay first round done. I've played the first game I know how this is gonna fuckin' end."

"Well he's dead, we can go home!"

It’s victory, or oblivion. "Well I have Oblivion so, it's just victory then."

"Is the castle fucking alive?"

"Oh we Dr. Strange now."

-uses slicer reaction command- "ALRIGHT Sora just, slice a building in half."

He thinks this is the best part, and he's only just begun.

"We're destroying the engines now? Oh no they're giant Death Star lasers."

"Of course this wouldn't be a Kingdom Hearts game if it didn't have you fighting an old man on a spaceship."

"Mickey uses his powers of darkness! No."

"Is Namine about to Cortana us--OH GOD OH GOD ROXAS JUST WALKED OUT OF ME."

"Roxas and Namine shipping Sora and Kairi together just because they wanna hang out."

"Riku, why do we always lose Kairi? Can we put a tracker on her so when we inevitably lose her again we can just find her?"

"Hey Riku do you wanna pick me up? This seems incredibly unsafe, I'm just standing on a platform."

PHASE FOUR INITIATE

"Did we do it? At least this phase? Are we onto the next phase?" F2 "-laughs- Oh ho ho we're only just getting started buddy."

"That looks bad. Hey Riku I don't like what's happenin' right now. This is a solid 3/10 experience for me."

"Okay Lich King wannabe round 2."

PHASE FIVE INITIATE

"Is it safe to use my drives? Is it? What if- OHHH FUCK." "Remember when I said what if you got knocked off the edge?"

"Oh whaaaaaat oh no."

"Let's just throw buildings at him, that seems to work."

"Hey remember how you have that reaction command that's a shield?" "Shhhhhhhhhhh."

"LET ME AT THE BUILDINGS!"

FINAL PHASE BEGIN

"Buddy... buddy... you are not the Aztec concept of nothing!"

"I can Limit Form!"

"Nope, nope nope, NOPE. STOP IT!" He isn't a fan of the lasers.

"Was he actually damaging me during that?? Let's just heal up!"

"You're gonna wanna spam Reversal." F2 "The DBZ fight continues!"

"Press the button as fast as you can." "Oh, OH IT'S A LIMIT OHHH."

"Oh hey we Roxas now."

"I think I did it?"

"I know you're in Kingdom Hearts 3 Riku, you won't die. Or at least you'll come back."

The final cutscene.

"Awww, Riku's a sap now."

"Sora how does your hair stay like that, you were underwater."

"Mickey just, Pikachu'd Riku." F2 "That's just how things work in this world, don't judge." "I didn't know Riku was Mickey's Pokemon Trainer."

"Riku get your hair out of your face. Don't you have a mom that can cut your hair?"

"Who are you? Some Anubis motherfucker-WHO ARE YOU? Why are we in Destiny now?!"

"Those are our keyblades..."

"Oh my god... that's a lot of Keyblades."

KH2FM has been beaten! At least, the main game anyway. I have a few more things I'm going to make him do first.

LINGERING WILL ATTEMPT TIME!

"Why is there a black hole in our castle?" F2 "I think we should go into that black hole."

F2 "Remember that place you saw thirty seconds ago? That is not this place."

"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...."

"I don't like this."

"I'm not Xehanot, I'm not-I'm not-I'M NOT!"

"OH GOD HIS HEALTH WHAT THE FUCK?!"

He died in about thirty seconds. His second attempt was in two seconds!

"Well that's it for that boss!"

CAVERN OF REMEMBRANCE

-sees the car heartless- "Nope we're not dealing with these fuckers nope."

-takes look around the second room- "Help."

"Help. Help. Hlep."

Yes I helped him, I'm not a demon. No that third one is not a typo.

"That might have been the one time you wouldn't have wanted to revert." "Oh really? Whatever."

"Wait, is this the longest hallway?" "WELCOME TO THE LONGEST HALWAAAAAAY."

-beats first quarter- "Am I done now?" "Oh you sweet summer child." "You know you could just say no." "Yeah but that's boring."

Nothing says the longest hallway like eleventeen uses of Final Form!

"Fuck that place, fuck that hallway."

"Garden of Assemblage? Oh it's a place to redo all the boss fights!" "You're missing some because you need to do the absent silhouettes." "Aaaand we're done with this game!"

I made him to attempt Sephiroth.

"So a tip. When you fight Sephiroth, spam triangle." "Okay?" "While the cutscene is loading, spam triangle."

"Why do you have knee wings Sephiroth?"

He tried twice and gave up.

Well that's it, it's now 358/2 Days watch next! That’ll be all one part

[3one3]

The Sequel - 838

Vuelve Conmigo

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

“What is it that you like about the song?”

“I dunn-“ Breathe. “How it...it makes me feel.”

“How does it make you feel?”

“High.” If only I...could make out the words. “But not like high on coke high. Like how I imagine taking Ecstasy is.”

“How is that? What do you imagine?”

“Like feeling only good things, and feeling open to...fully feel emotions, and...ready for...”

“Ready for what, baby girl?”

Anything, Christina replied in her head instead of aloud so Juan might hear it. She was afraid it would come out jarbled with a quiet squeal, or groan of sorts. They were listening to that “Sangai Dance” song from Brody’s, which she still hadn’t been able to get any more information about. She couldn’t even find a place to download it. She had to convert the YouTube video to mp3 and add it to iTunes that way. The words were impossible to figure out for sure too. Sometimes it sounded like ���awesome drugs, baby” and on others it could have been “brought some drugs, baby”, and that was just the first line. The lyrics didn’t matter as much as the instrumentals, and the mood it put her in. The rider picked it for when she and her friend went to her room for the night, and shut the door for the night, and plugged in their phones for the night. She picked it to play on the Bang & Olufson stereo dock next to the candles on the desk built into the port side of the room. Georgina made her swear on her life that she would remember to blow them out before going to sleep. They combined with the recessed mini-LED’s in two big sections of the ceiling to illuminate the room in a soft glow that concealed little but still gave the feeling of darkness, or the absence of harsh light.

“Tell me,” Juan urged between formless kisses around her side, her hip, the outside of her thigh, and part of her chest. He was sitting near the headboard with his legs out, but quite hunched over in order to explore with his lips the body lying across his lap. That body was half curled up and half stretched languidly. Her legs were folded and drawn up. Her arms draped over and above her head with no design or purpose. That nightgown she told him made her feel sexy was mostly gathered up above her waist. It was just a little black cotton number that was supportive enough on top to smoosh her cleavage up and together, and loose enough everywhere else to be moved out of the way of the lips that wanted skin instead of jersey. Really, the Spaniard’s hands wanted that too. They roamed all over- caressing, tapping, rubbing, pinching, kneading. Christina was somewhat overwhelmed by their efforts and those of his lips too.

It was a different kind of overwhelmed than it used to be. He used to overwhelm her to the point of discomfort, so that she was borderline afraid of what would happen next, and anxious, but always willing to try to believe that he knew what he was doing and whatever came of his intentions, she would ultimately enjoy it, and feel thankful to him for pushing her limits. There was a rush in that. There was a manageable amount of unpleasantness, and then a rush. It felt like something she shouldn’t like though, and it plagued her mind at times. She wanted to understand why Juan knew exactly how he could go past her boundaries and not inflict too much damage, and how he knew when he could do that, and exactly how to do it, and how he trusted himself to know that he wouldn’t ruin anything between them- how he understood their sexual chemistry so much more succinctly than she did.

The anxiety was gone. More significantly, there was an assurance within the rider that it wouldn’t reappear. All she was overwhelmed by was a sense that there were a lot of vibrant emotions available to be experienced. Her nerves and receptors had been feeling a little dull for a long time, as if they were incapable of fully feeling anything at the maximum amount. She felt an inherent numbness, particularly to really positive things. Christina even thought some of her nerves must have been completely shut down, and that that was why she lacked the sense of calm she believed André provided for her, and why she just couldn’t get it together in the saddle to produce the kinds of performances to which she’d become accustomed. What pest arrived to do the damage- to eat away at the bits meant to take in a feeling, and the bits meant to translate it for her into something she experienced- she knew not. She wasn’t even sure what the pesticide was that stopped the infestation, but she was pretty confident that the player in bed with her was the fertilizer that catalyzed re-growth, and gave her the ability to feel things at their maximum again.  

What she felt at its max just then was calmness of consciousness and excitement of body. Juan’s handling of her body, and before that, the way he kissed back when she lay atop him and wouldn’t take her mouth off his, was so nonchalant and easy that his friend thought they must have crossed some kind of invisible threshold in their relationship that she stepped over with André a long time ago- the one between lovers and whatever came after that- whatever the physical version of soulmates would be. Her body was his to treat as his own- to touch or manipulate however he wanted, without any pushback from her. Christina didn’t worry about how she looked, how any part of her might have felt to him, what reaction any touch might garner, which sounds she made, or that anything would hurt, and it was true in reverse too. She felt fully entitled to do anything she wanted, and touch the player however she wanted. The song and the intent kept it all from getting too casual though- from feeling like a couple just lounging around in a way one would call intimately but which lacked intimacy, like the way Christina might unceremoniously and thoughtlessly clamber over her husband to get to the bathroom sooner instead of getting out of her side of the bed and walking a little farther. The song really did make her feel a kind of high. It added drama. It elevated. She knew the buzz was going to grow whenever they got around to having actual sex too, or got back into the kinds of touching they began during all the earlier kissing. So her mind was quiet and relaxed, and her skin- at her neck, her inner thigh, her hip, her navel- was alive and readied for anything.

“Chris?”

“Wha?”

“You didn’t answer,” The Chelsea man chuckled, temporarily taking a break from his little kisses on her ribs to lean over and move his lips up her jaw line instead.

“What was the question?” She gently closed her right fist in the hair at the top of her head, savoring the migration of pleasing tickle sensations from her middle up to her face. The loving pecks at her jaw made her smile, because it was like Juan couldn’t help himself, and because he too wore a grin.

“What are you ready for?”

“Anything!” she exclaimed with that growing smile. “It’s wonderful.” He needs to feel wonderful too, and not just smiley and happy, Christina added. She navigated her left arm between her back and the player’s tipped over front. While he was busy literally tracing the outline of her raven tattoo with the tip of his tongue, she felt around in his lap for something to wrap her hand around. She started with the inside of his thigh, high up, where he was still very white instead of getting tan. He’d done some shaving in anticipation of sunbathing with his bikini modeling friend, but not there. She opened and closed her fingers slowly and passively, and played with a bit of hair with the tip of just her pointer.

“Did you take your bra off when you got this tattoo?” he questioned quizzically as if it had never occurred to him before.

“No. I was half naked though. I had one of Lex’s dresses on and I didn’t want it to be damaged, so they gave me a t-shirt to wear. Obviously I didn’t have any pants.”

“You never have any pants.” Juan half-heartedly smacked her butt, and instead of pulling his hand away, left it there to squeeze and shake some of it. He also sat up straight and took it upon himself to relocate her hand from his thigh to a more stimulating place in the same neighborhood.

“Do you want me to put some on?”

“No. I would like for you to take the nightgown off- not that I don’t like it. Does it go over your head or?” He left her hand to move up and down on him on its own, and put his on her shoulder to pull at one of the dainty spaghetti straps of her nightgown.

“Yes it’s an over-the-head deal. Here.” Christina abandoned his dick to sit upright in front of him and lifted her arms straight up so that he could take the minimal black fabric off for her. As soon as it was gone, her left hand returned to his lap, and she bent over to use her tongue and her mouth too. How can I make this last all night? No double entendre intended. I don’t mean this, she clarified to herself while lapping at the underside and dragging her thumb and forefinger up from the base in a tight ring. I know he gets off and gets hard again like immediately sometimes. I mean the whole thing. I just wanna fool around with him for the whole night. I have to ride at 8 in the morning though. She sat up again, and rested her hands on the tops of the player’s shoulders. “I’m pretty sure you can do anything for me, so I’m gonna need you to manufacture some extra hours tonight,” she explained. Her head was tilted a little, and despite kind of laughing at herself on the inside, her bottom lip was tucked up under her teeth contemplatively, and she squeezed his shirt in her fingers enough that it tugged his short sleeves up and showed off some skin whiter than the shirt. Juan looked all around her face for a second and then just about dove for her neck. His nose and his lips landed at the same time, and luckily his arms closed around her at the same time too or she would have fallen over. There was both desire and relief in it.

“Angel,” the Spaniard muttered with his nose pressed by her ear and his lips tickling underneath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“El tiempo no pasa lento...”

“Nunca lo hace cuando estoy contigo. Sólo aparte.” He sighed heavily and slid a hand up her left cheek and into her hair, where it grabbed almost aggressively at her still dark roots. He smooched her square on the mouth too, and rubbed the side of her nose with his. The mood had turned serious on them out of nowhere. “Vuelve conmigo.”

“Back where?” What does he mean, the lesser of the two stars wondered absently, focused more on how his possessive grip on her made her feel, and how much she wanted him to keep kissing her instead of teasing with his mouth so close to her lips. Is there some interpretation of that verb that I don’t know? Back where? Return with him where? Ohhhh does he think I like mentally checked out? Because I was complaining about the time going too quickly? That’s like...he and Schü both keep telling me to stop worrying about the next thing or 10 things from now and enjoy the thing currently happening.

“Nowhere.”

“K.” Christina smiled and assumed she was right even though it didn’t necessarily feel that way. She kneaded the side and back of her friend’s neck and took her chance to kiss him rather than waiting on him to decide to do it. Her baby pink smackers smooshed into his in a glorified peck, spread wide in a smile, and then tried their best to come together again for a proper kiss. It was just really hard not to wear a big goofy smirk once she really did commit to enjoying the moment. It was suddenly really easy to convince herself that her assumption was right, and that it was perfectly fine to ignore the instinct that it was wrong. Soon her favorite number-10’s hand made its way all the way round to the back of her head, where it could help to keep her close enough to maul with his tongue. Holding her head up was kind of pointless because the rest of her body was gradually moving backward anyway, and obviously taking him with her. At some point he realized he was having to lean all the way over to keep making out with her, and let her just lie down instead, on her back.

“Hable conmigo más en español.”

“About what? I have nothing to say. I’m trying to make noises, Juanin, not words,” Christina sassed while she waited to see what he wanted to do next besides lie next to her and play with her nipple.

“Todos,” Juan shrugged, matching her expression.

“Súbeme la radio que esta es mi canción.”

“Not Enrique Iglesias song lyrics.” It switched to feigned dismissal and scolding, but that couldn’t last. What he wanted to do next was kneel on top of her, and he did. By the time he looked down from above her head, which he kind of cradled in his forearms, his expression was just adoring. His eyes were happy.

“What if they’re better ones?”

“No.”

“Not even...what is it...” The Germany star’s brows pinched together while she pretended to search her memory for another line. “No sé vivir sin ti?”

“Do you even know what that means, baby girl?”

“Duh. I mean it, too. Kiss me.”

“Ah?” One of Juan’s brows lifted as he showed her he wanted her to reply in Spanish only.

“Bésame,” she giggled. “Bésame muchooooooo. That’s a song too.” Her tongue poked out just a little and then all the way, to wag at him teasingly. She’d just told him she didn’t know how to live without him, which was probably a more significant tease, really, but she hadn’t given him time to show her that, or given an opportunity. It wasn’t a conscious move on her part to just say “kiss me” instead of getting into something more serious about it. She could have looked up at him all needing and solemn and expounded on her inability to live without him. Perhaps it would have happened if she didn’t feel that high, and that receptiveness to wholly experience positive feelings. Being ready for positive apparently helped to block out the negative. For all the good things Juan had to offer, not being able to live without him was, for her, a thing fraught with negatives. It was condemnation to purgatory between players, purgatory for him between private partnership and public loneliness, and purgatory for her career as it suffered between both of those things.

“Do the sexy-innocent voice,” Juan demanded after obliging with the kiss.

“I caaaan’t. It just happens. You have to make me do it,” his girl smirked.

“Pfft.”

“Also, you should go put a playlist on my phone. I think this song has played like 40 times now.”

“You are so lazy.”

“How am I supposed to get up and do it? You’re sitting on me.”

“What do you want to listen to?”

“You mumbling stuff while I “ride” you.” Christina made air quotes and everything. Being completely at ease with any bedroom vocabulary was new too.

“Can I just turn the music off then?”

“Yes.”

The Spaniard kissed her forehead and hopped off her hips to take her phone off the stereo dock. She got up while he was gone, and tried to comb and fluff her hair a little. She also explored between her legs with her fingers. He’d been ignoring that area for a while, but his hand joined hers there the second he returned to the bed, next to where she was kneeling. His middle finger navigated between her smaller digits, and he kind of shook it side to side. That’s nice, she thought idly for just a second before shoving him in the shoulders so that he’d sit. She sat too, right in his lap, and found herself in a hug. She liked it when he couldn’t keep his hands off her, and just wanted to be as close as possible. They had a lot of closeness to catch up on, and she’d be asking herself repeatedly why they waited two nights to get to work on that. It had something to do with the fact that they were supposed to be friends, not lovers, or partners. While Juan rubbed her back, the rider rubbed herself on him. Her hips rolled against him, and she wasn’t really sure if she was trying to tease him or herself. He was the one who got tired of it first though, and he reached down to guide himself into her. Christina sunk down and crossed her arms behind his head, just getting used to the feeling. She kissed at his cheek, and rocked forward a bit. He let go first, only to grab a hold of her butt instead, and pull it apart, and squeeze it, and lift it. When she let go, she tapped her fingers on his shoulders to show him she wanted him to lie back.

He looks so hot like this, she commented to herself, waiting for him to get completely flat so she could put her palms flat on his chest. With his arm behind his head, like he’s just relaxing on the couch and I’m just using his body for myself. But he always makes sure he’s still touching me somehow. There’s always a connection. I mean, besides his dick inside me. With a contented little sigh, Christina began moving her hips more. She lifted up, she moved them front to back, and occasionally around in a circle, sometimes while she leaned on him and sometimes sitting straight up and holding onto her breasts so they wouldn’t bounce so much. Juan rubbed her thigh, or put his palm flat on her tummy, or pushed it against her pubic bone and used his thumb to try to rub at her clit, calm and loving blue eyes always watching her. The only time he stopped touching her was when she grabbed his hand to guide some of his fingers into her mouth. She licked the pads and filled her mouth with saliva so that when she took them out again they were all wet and slimy, and so that they felt amazing when she then deposited them on the freshly waxed skin in her bikini area.

“You want help, baby girl, or not yet?”

“Not yet.” I said I wanna do this for the whole night, didn’t I? Or did I only say it in my head? Whatever. The expat lifted up and off her favorite creator and bent in half to get some more kisses. I can nap tomorrow. Stef can survive on her own.

“You’re all red.” The Spanish player spread a hand wide and rubbed around the base of her neck when she gave him a chance to breathe. The contact left white prints in her skin for half a second.

“You’re not. You didn’t make my sounds either.” Christina pretended to pout. It was difficult. Her lips only wanted to smile.

“You didn’t make my sounds either. I do when you do.”

“Oh is that how this works?”

“Yes. Why are you so patient tonight, hmm? Or are you just lazy?”

“I don’t want to get to the end of this. I get off and then I can’t move for a minute, and then you’re like “okay my turn,” and then I cum again in the process of you doing it too, and then we’re both exhausted and we go to bed and that’s it. I want way more kissing and fondling and stuff than that.”

“Baaabyyy,” Juan replied in almost singsong way. He was still touching her neck, and her cheek. “I- I don’t get you.” His stubbly face shook side to side but there was no evidence of frustration or confusion in his face. His eyes were still taking all of her face in, inside the curtains of hair. “And it’s not “it” until we want it to be.”

“What don’t you get?”

“Doesn’t matter. I get what you want right now. I want, too. I don’t want to stop with you. We don’t have to draw anything out though. If it feels good then keep doing it. We do again and again. You always have to worry a step ahead. All you have to do is say you want more, and I give you more.” The player was soft-spoken and calm and without intensity. It wasn’t one of those accidentally condescending lectures he delivered that inadvertently made Christina feel foolish or immature for not thinking the right way in the first place, and he wasn’t being cocky and trying to say he could go all night for her anything like that. He wasn’t talking about sexual prowess.

She understood his words to mean that he would try to give her anything she asked for, and understood that as more a matter of emotional capital than physical. He was saying something André used to say to her all the time, which was that all she needed to do was tell him what she wanted or needed and he would do his best to deliver, regardless of what it was, or what kind of thing it was, or what it meant. She always believed André when he said that. She believed Juan when he said it in the present. She wasn’t sure if she’d definitely believe André in the same moment, because he had proven incapable of delivering a few times even when she made her needs expressly clear. Thinking about that juxtaposition made her a little sad, and her best friend spotted the sadness creeping into her cornflower blues.

“What?” he asked, reaching for her side. She was still straddling his waist, more or less. “What’s not right?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t say “nothing”. Just tell me.”

“You said “nothing” to me before, and you said “never mind” just now. You first,” Christina challenged. Then I don’t have to tell you I’m thinking about Schü while your dick is touching my butt.

“I don’t even remember what I said that about earlier, and I said “never mind” because what I don’t understand is- It’s-“ The Chelsea man sighed and let go of her neck to scratch his own chin. “I don’t understand how you say the things you do and then act in the opposite way. I don’t understand how you say you can’t live without me, and the thing that makes you happiest is being close with me, and you want to spend the whole night kissing and fucking, and then you go back to your other life, with someone else. I will never get that- Why you won’t just be with me if those things are true. But I don’t want to have this talk again. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want you thinking about it. I just want to enjoy, and I want you to enjoy, like we were.”

“Okay. I...don’t want to have that talk now either.” His ex-girlfriend shook her head quickly and without a lot of actual movement, and then bent all the way down to kiss the middle of his chest. The somewhat recently shaved hair there pricked at her lips through his tee.

“What were you thinking about that upset you just now?”

“The same thing, pretty much. Forget it. Just-“ I was gonna say just let me make you smile and then I’ll smile again too, but this is good as well, she chuckled inside when he lifted his head off a pillow to reignite the kissing obsession. Catching her mid-sentence meant her bottom lip was literally caught, and she felt silly, like it was awkwardly hanging out in the middle of the action, getting in the way. It obstructed Juan’s tongue too, and he battled against it for a few seconds before giving up and laughing. “That was like when I get too drunk to successfully operate my own mouth.”

“Do you want to lie over here and I operate my mouth on your pussy?” he inquired as if to ask the time of day. Christina nodded her head emphatically, and a petit smile returned to her face. His abandoned pillow was flipped over to the cool side for her and she settled in with one foot flat on the mattress and the other in his shoulder when his head appeared between her legs. All the positivity came back quickly, in part because Juan showed no deference to her will to make the experience with him last all night. He used his tongue and fingers like the mission was to get her off as quickly as possible. The concept of “settled” was short lived. He had her constantly moving in a few minutes, and eventually her body was twisted such that her right leg was on the left side of the player and her left leg was on the right. Juan was sure to straighten that all out and told her to “behave” before he centered his efforts on scissoring two fingers around her clit to make her finally finish. He said he wanted to see her face, and he couldn’t do that if she was half turned over and burying it into the pillow. His face was smirking at her when she opened her eyes. He’d been spreading the fruits of his labor around like a kid playing with finger paint, and then patted the wet and sticky area with the flat of his palm.

“Stop iiiiiit,” Christina whined. It would be cute that he so enjoys playing with my vagina if it didn’t also make my twitch violently.

“I believe the words you’re looking for are “thank you”.”

“Thank you, but stop it. For now,” she hastened to add. The Spaniard kissed a little further up her pubic bone and then crawled up her body on his hands and knees until he was close enough to feed her his waning hard-on. For once, she had no sassy comment, no objection, no sarcasm. She just opened her mouth and lifted her eyes to meet his.