Between Friends

Chris rolled over to fetch a package of wipes from his nightstand drawer.

You frowned comically, a little confused. The whole time you'd lived in the same house, he'd never brought a girl home. "You have wipes?"

He nodded and chuckled as he pulled one out, unaffected by your surprise, "Yeah, they're pretty nice to have. Especially when you fly solo... and you have roommates." He grinned and gave you a quick kiss as you chortled.

He moved to between your legs, sat back on his heels and lifted your legs to rest over his open thighs, spreading you. He cleaned you gently as you hummed at his soft, attentive touch. He leaned over and tossed the wipe in the trash can next to the nightstand. He got a new one for himself, swiping at his beard first, to get what little he may have missed with his shirt before, "I think you tried to drown me, sweetheart."

You giggled, "Not my doing; that's on you for getting me so excited and making me feel so good."

He laughed, "I'm happy to take full responsibility for that." He winked at you with a soft smile. You then watched intently as he stroked himself, still somewhat erect, with the wipe in hand. You couldn't help but lick your lips. You'd need to get that glorious thing in your mouth... soon. He tossed that wipe in the trash and came to lay by your side, turning you into him, against his chest. He smirked, "And this way we never have to leave the bed." He kissed your forehead.

"You spoil me.", you beamed.

"I'm just getting started, sexy." He lifted your leg and draped it over his waist and smacked your bare ass cheek, making you cry out at the sting. You both laughed as he started to kiss you and massage the burning flesh. He spoke against your lips, smiling, "Mmm, I love this cute little ass."

"You don't have to use smacking it as an excuse every time you wanna grope it, you know."

He furrowed his brows, "Am I doing it too much?"

"Well, no, but it is starting to get a little tender.", you chortled.

He hummed out a sympathetic whine while softly rubbing the sore skin on your rear with his fingers, "I'm sorry, baby. I won't be so rough." He kissed your lips tenderly. "But there have been a lot of times in the past, before us, that I really wanted to smack it. I have a great deal of lost time to make up for... With everything."

You felt him growing hard again against your thigh that was still on the bed and you pulled your head back, surprised.

He simply quirked an eyebrow at you and pulled up one corner of his closed mouth in a mischivious half smile.

Your eyebrows raised, "Already?"

He leaned forward and kissed your neck, "Mm-hm. Lots of lost time. Besides, it's your turn."

"Wh-"

Before you could even ask, he rolled quickly to his back, taking you with him and inciting a squeak from you. You were now on top of him. He gripped you hips and gently rocked you against him a few times.

You let out a vocal sigh, your jaw slack as you sat up to straddle him and looked down at him.

He bit his lip at the sight of your expression and you over him. "Fuck, you're so pretty, honey."

You licked your lips slowly to spur him on.

He hummed, "Mmm, I've had an unhealthy craving for you to ride me since that morning you attacked me on the bed after I got home. And if that little bit of squirming you did is any indication," His hand was on your hip still while the other went to your slightly open mouth. Before he continued his thought, he ran his thumb across your bottom lip once, then trailed a fingertip from your lip, over your chin, down your neck, between your breasts, "You're gonna drive me outta my mind." His finger traveled over your stomach... ending with his thumb lightly stroking your clit between your bodies.

Your brows pulled up in the center in pleasure as you let out a tiny whimper.

He hummed and sucked in a slow breath through his clenched teeth. God, he loved watching you like this. He grabbed your wrists and pulled you over him. Your hands came to rest on either side of his head. He grabbed your ass with both hands and started grinding you against his hardness, your wetness spreading, affording deliciously slick motions as he spoke low, "Mmmm. Send me to the looney bin, baby."

You smiled coyly, "Yes, sir."

The next morning, you woke having to really pee. You kissed Chris's sleeping cheek and left the bed. He didn't even stir. Poor guy was exhausted. You and he had made love several more times the previous night and he literally only let you leave the bed to pee. He brought you plenty of bottles of water over the course of the night, which hadn't all made it through you before going to sleep. He had even made you both sandwiches at one point and brought them back to the bed. He loved doting on you; taking care of you. Late into the night, the two of you had taken a shower, before going to sleep, where you rewarded him for all his efforts that evening by showing him your own mind blowing skills of oral pleasure while he praised you endlessly.

There was something unbelievably amazing about your relationship now; earth shatteringly intense and deep. You had felt it just as intensely before, with Sebastian, but it was different... It had its own personality. You had never imagined that love could be like this with Chris. You felt pretty lucky that you had a chance to find out in this lifetime... And that he hadn't given up on you.

As you started making coffee, you began to wonder... Imagine, even what it would've been like to have two loves simultaneously; Chris and Sebastian. How would that even work? The sex? Would there have been possessiveness? Jealousy? Fights? How did someone even get to a place where they were okay sharing the one they love... So intimately? You had no idea if that was something you were even capable of fathoming doing yourself; sharing.

On a whim, you wanted to do something for Chris considering how attentive and loving he had been the night before. Not to mention, how well and how often he showed you how much he loved you that night.

You scribbled on a yellow sticky note, 'Morning sexyface! Ran to the store for breakfast stuff. I love you! Your baby girl.'

You stuck it on the screen of his phone sitting on his nightstand. You kissed his forehead as he slept and stepped lightly back out of the room, closing the door. You went to your room to put on some clothes and shoes before grabbing a jacket and heading out.

It was drizzling and gloomy out that Sunday, but that didn't dampen your mood at all. In fact, you thought it would make for a good day of cuddling in bed watching movies or lounging on the couch and reading a whole book from start to finish, taking a hot bath. Perhaps go out to lunch and a movie. Or maybe you'd stay inside and bake all day. You were heading to the store for muffin ingredients after all.

Maybe you'd pick up a few extra supplies for sunflower bread and expiriment making a unique kind of cupcake... Chris really liked beer. Can you put beer in cupcakes?... And have them taste good? Maybe you'd have to do a classic as a backup too, just in case.

You'd probably have to unload some of the food on neighbors, your friends and co-workers. Having a plethora of baked goods, would also give you a good reason to visit Shirley and share. Goodness knows the two of you didn't need all that stuff hanging around your house for a week.

You had visited Shirley a few times while Chris was away. She hounded you constantly about if you had chosen to be with Chris yet. You took it in stride. He had joined you for a few more visits after he got back. She thought the promise ring was and engagement ring. You explained what it actually meant. She had given you both a side glance and demanded again to be invited to the wedding.

While you were at the store browsing the selection of beers, your phone buzzed in your pocket with a text from Chris, 'Hey, who gave you permission to get out of bed, beautiful?'

His words made you smile. He managed to give you butterflies even over text message. Crap, you hadn't even started making anything for him to eat for breakfast and he was already up. Maybe the muffins would just have to be for later. You typed back, 'I was gonna make muffins for breakfast. You weren't supposed to wake up yet! I can pick something up. What do you want?'

'How much longer you gonna be?'

'Maybe 20-ish mins.'

'I'll just make something and have it ready when you get home. Hurry back. I miss you, baby.'

He really wasn't asking, so you just agreed. 'Okay. Miss you too, hero.'

You loved reminding him how much he had been there for you through your losses, just like he had wanted to be. You wanted him to know that he accomplished what he had set out to do for you during those times. He kept you sane, protected you, took care of you... Loved you. If it hadn't been for him, you very well could still be in a terribly dark place. You thought to yourself that 'hero' would be a name that you would continue to use; you wanted to keep reminding him. You wanted for him to never forget how much he did for you.

His reply was simply five red hearts. It actually occurred to you then that he did the same thing as you in texts; if you used multiples of the same symbol, they were always in odd numbers. It made you chuckle.

When you returned to the house and pulled into the driveway, Chris was sitting on the top porch step waiting for you, protected from the drizzling rain by the small bit of over-hanging roof. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, the other stuffed in his jacket pocket. His hair was adorably messy, his feet had been shoved into undone boots, the bottom of the legs of his jeans crumpling sloppily around the top of the boots as if they were fighting for space. His brows were furrowed. He was still sleepy. He stood and put his cup on the corner of the porch half wall before heading to you.

He smiled softly as he approached you, meeting you at your trunk as you opened it, "Morning, baby. Thanks for making coffee. I need it after last night." He kissed you quickly.

You giggled. "Morning and you're welcome.", you beamed back.

He held your chin up with a finger, "Really wished I could've woken up to this beautiful face after our first night together." He kissed you again.

You frowned. Shit. That hadn't even occurred to you, "Oh jeez. I'm so sorry, honey. I just wanted to do something nice for you." You hugged him.

He squeezed you back, "It's okay. But, I think you'll have to spend another long night... Or day, in bed with me to make up for it."

You giggled as he, squeezed your ass, kissed your head and released you. His eyes went to the multitude of bags in the trunk. He started peeking into a couple, "Jesus, sweetheart. How many muffins you making?"

You laughed as you both started to pick up several bags to carry, "I'm gonna make bread and cupcakes too."

You both started for the house, him trailing behind you, "Are we opening a bakery?"

You chortled, "Maybe."