So here's the next and final part to the story I posted yesterday.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)
-- BURNED OUT --
It's been weeks since he resigned and she never looks forward to going to work anymore except for maybe the chance that he'll come in and she'll get to see him for a few minutes. He still smiles at her with that wicked grin, but she notices that there's something different in his eyes now. They seem almost dark and cold as if the fire that was in them has burned out as the weeks have gone by.
He still messages her at night to find out how she's going. His words on screen, at least, still seem to show that he cares and he still torments her there too, but she often finds herself wondering if she did something to him without knowing or has something else happened to him that he hasn't told her about that's eaten away at his soul just a little bit more.
She still wakes most mornings to find a message waiting for her but finds herself smiling more at this mornings message. "Hey sweetie, you getting up to anything today? Was wondering if you maybe wanted to come over? I'll make you some lunch and maybe we can watch one of the thousands of movies I've got? Up to you."
She's excited and hesitant at the same time. What if she sees the same darkness in his eyes? She doesn't know if she could bear that. But she decides she's going anyway. She just has to try and find out what's happened to him.
She sees the block of units as she walks back from the bus stop. It's not really the kind of place she expected him to live. It looks kind of cold and plain. She double checks the address, "yep, this is the place" she whispers to herself.
As she spots his unit she notices a make shift planter box at the end of his verandah with a single small rose bush growing in it. It has a few roses on it and makes the place feel at least a little more like someone actually lives here.
As she knocks on his front door she can't help but feel her heartbeat in her chest get a little faster. "God I hope he's ok" she thinks to herself. She can hear the sound of Metallica coming from inside the appartment,but nothing else.
It's been less that a minute, but felt like an eternity when she hears a key turning in the locks on the front door. Time slows down for a moment as the doors opens and finally he's standing there, smiling at her with just a hint of the fire in his eyes that she use to see at work. It makes her feel a bit better to know that the fire isn't totally gone.
Maybe now that she can see where he lives, she might get some insight into what makes him tick.
She walks into the overcrowded little appartment that stores everything he owns and looks around for something that might give her some insight. Shelf after shelf of books, DVDs, statues and figures line the walls, but she notices that there doesn't seem to be a photo of anyone anywhere. It's almost as if he has no past and no memories to share.
She also notices that the flat seems to be dark, but he did tell her once that he's more of a nocturnal creature. But even in the dim light, the big couch against the wall looks warm and inviting.
He points out what each room is and it's when he tells her where his bedroom is that she's just got to have a look.
It's different to the main room. It seems warmer somehow in its darkness. The pulled back heavy red curtains still don't allow in much light through the closed blinds and lace curtains.
She turns to see him smiling at her and goes back to looking around his bedroom. He tells her that she can go in and have a look if she wants, which she jumps at the chance too and sits on the end of the bed that takes up most of the room, and notices the iron tea candle holders on either side of the bed hanging on the walls.
He continues to potter in the kitchen making something for lunch. He says to her "I hope you like mustard, cause I've made up some of my special mustard". She makes that coughing noise she makes when her mind is being a little naughty. "Not that kind of special mustard", he says to her shaking his head.
She lays back on the soft bed and just closes her eyes for a moment. The whole room smells of him. She imagines what it would look like at night with all the candles lit and flickering away.
He breaks her thoughts to tell her "lunch is ready".
As she comes out she asks if she can pick a move. "Go for it. There's plenty to choose from."
He watches her as she walks over to the shelves and thinks to himself that she has the hottest body.
She picks out the movie she wants and they have their lunch and talk about nothing before she curls up in the corner of the sofa with one of the big cushions and running her fingers through the fur throw he has over the back of the sofa.
As the movie plays she wishes she knew what was going on in his mind. He keeps chatting to her, but all she wants is some kind of clear sign that everything is ok.
He catches her looking at him, with her head on the pillow, still patting the fur throw. She smiles at him, hoping for that sign.
He pats the cushion beside him and she comes over and snuggles awkardly into him. Finally she has at least some sign that he still does care about her. Some of the warmth she use to feel from him.
He gets up and deep inside she wonders what's happened, until he picks her up too. He lays back down on the sofa with her on top of him. She lays on her side with her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, her hand on his stomach and his arms around her. She can feel him looking down at her just before he kisses her on the head.
With her hand on his stomach she just can't resist and slides it under his t-shirt so she can feel his bare skin. His skin is so warm and he flexes a little when she accidently tickles him.
She wonders exactly how far he'll let her go and wonders if she should try.
She rubs her hand back down his stomach wondering if he'll stop her, but thinks that maybe she just got her answer as he slides one of his hands under her t-shirt and slides his fingers into the back of her pants and starts playing with the line of her lace boyshorts.
He can feel her smile. She looks up right into his eyes and sees more of the man she knew as he pulls her up to him to kiss her and finally she feels at ease again.
She undoes the buttons on his jeans and slides her hand inside. She's surprised to find out that he's got nothing on underneath his jeans and feels him twitch at her touch as things start to stir.
She's feeling very hot and can feel herself get wet at the thought that she finally has him in her hand. No clothing to hinder her or accidental touching this time.
She stands up and takes his hand, leading him into his bedroom and he follows willingly.
She sits down on the foot of the bed and lays back, dragging herself higher up the bed.
He climbs onto the bed and kneels over the top of her, his jeans still undone. She slides her hands down inside his jeans and back up the inside front of them, feeling him growing and getting harder and harder. Again she makes the coughing noise she does and hums her approval.
She pulls his t-shirt up over his head, hearing it tear in her eagerness to see his body. But she also wastes no time sliding his jeans down either, leaving nothing at all to the imagination anymore.
He has to finish taking off his jeans and then climbs back over the top of her taking off her t-shirt. He undoes her bra with one hand as he kisses her. Her hands almost feel like they don't know what to touch next as she tries to feel every muscle and curve of his naked body.
He kisses down her body and over her breasts, stopping over one of her nipples, sucking on it. As he pulls away his teeth close on her nipple pinching just enough to make her feel it.
She's been waiting for ages to feel his touch on her naked body.
He doesn't waste any time getting her pants off, taking her boyshorts off at the same time. He continues to work his way down her body, sliding her legs apart as he kisses down over her clitoris and then sliding his tongue up between her lips as he closes his lips around her.
She knows this feeling from the time before, but now it feels so much better with both of them totally naked.
There's no lingering at all now as he sucks on her clitoris while his tongue flicks over it making her grab at the sheets and breath deeper and deeper. Every lick getting her closer and closer to cumming, until finally her body shudders and her back arches. She grabs at his hair and feels herself get totally and uncontrollably wet.
He looks up at her as she gasps for breath and she smiles back at him as she bites her lip, trying to regain her control.
He prowls back up over her and she can see how hard he is as his body moves back up between her legs. She wants so badly to feel him inside her and he knows this as he leans into her. His body is now hard up against hers as she runs her hands down his back and over his ass. Just as she feels the tip of him in the right spot she pulls him tight feeling her lips part as his head slides into her, inch by inch, deeper and deeper.
She feels every muscle in his body move in rhythm as he slides in and out of her, every so often almost pulling all the way out so that she feels herself tighten around his head just before it goes back in again, and everytime he does that it makes her back arch with the feeling and she can feel every inch of him slide back into her. The long, deep thrusts.
She looks into his eyes and tells him to cum for her. "I want to feel you cum inside me". He looks at her with that wicked grin that always gave her shivers and made her feel so hot at the same time, except this time he was inside her which just made her cum a little more.
Unable to hold back any longer she feels his body jolt and is a little surprised to hear him growl as she feels him get even harder again inside her and then the sudden release as he cums. She feels the warmth inside her as he continues to growl, trying to bring himself back under control while continuing the thrusting in and out until he can't move another muscle.
She looks into his eyes again as he smiles at her, still twitching inside her. "I probably should have warned you about the growling. It's something I don't have much control over and not something I can do on command. It's kind of embaressing." But she doesn't care and thinks it's kind of cute.
She lays there just soaking up the moment. Feeling the warmth of his body and his heart beating strongly. Their bodies intertwined in a full body hug.
She could easily go to sleep there, but she knows she has to go home.
So she continues to soak up the moment, and hold him close, daydreaming about what it might be like to wake up next to him. She wonders if she'll ever get to find out. Maybe one day.
-- BURNED OUT --
It's been weeks since he resigned and she never looks forward to going to work anymore except for maybe the chance that he'll come in and she'll get to see him for a few minutes. He still smiles at her with that wicked grin, but she notices that there's something different in his eyes now. They seem almost dark and cold as if the fire that was in them has burned out as the weeks have gone by.
He still messages her at night to find out how she's going. His words on screen, at least, still seem to show that he cares and he still torments her there too, but she often finds herself wondering if she did something to him without knowing or has something else happened to him that he hasn't told her about that's eaten away at his soul just a little bit more.
She still wakes most mornings to find a message waiting for her but finds herself smiling more at this mornings message. "Hey sweetie, you getting up to anything today? Was wondering if you maybe wanted to come over? I'll make you some lunch and maybe we can watch one of the thousands of movies I've got? Up to you."
She's excited and hesitant at the same time. What if she sees the same darkness in his eyes? She doesn't know if she could bear that. But she decides she's going anyway. She just has to try and find out what's happened to him.
She sees the block of units as she walks back from the bus stop. It's not really the kind of place she expected him to live. It looks kind of cold and plain. She double checks the address, "yep, this is the place" she whispers to herself.
As she spots his unit she notices a make shift planter box at the end of his verandah with a single small rose bush growing in it. It has a few roses on it and makes the place feel at least a little more like someone actually lives here.
As she knocks on his front door she can't help but feel her heartbeat in her chest get a little faster. "God I hope he's ok" she thinks to herself. She can hear the sound of Metallica coming from inside the appartment,but nothing else.
It's been less that a minute, but felt like an eternity when she hears a key turning in the locks on the front door. Time slows down for a moment as the doors opens and finally he's standing there, smiling at her with just a hint of the fire in his eyes that she use to see at work. It makes her feel a bit better to know that the fire isn't totally gone.
Maybe now that she can see where he lives, she might get some insight into what makes him tick.
She walks into the overcrowded little appartment that stores everything he owns and looks around for something that might give her some insight. Shelf after shelf of books, DVDs, statues and figures line the walls, but she notices that there doesn't seem to be a photo of anyone anywhere. It's almost as if he has no past and no memories to share.
She also notices that the flat seems to be dark, but he did tell her once that he's more of a nocturnal creature. But even in the dim light, the big couch against the wall looks warm and inviting.
He points out what each room is and it's when he tells her where his bedroom is that she's just got to have a look.
It's different to the main room. It seems warmer somehow in its darkness. The pulled back heavy red curtains still don't allow in much light through the closed blinds and lace curtains.
She turns to see him smiling at her and goes back to looking around his bedroom. He tells her that she can go in and have a look if she wants, which she jumps at the chance too and sits on the end of the bed that takes up most of the room, and notices the iron tea candle holders on either side of the bed hanging on the walls.
He continues to potter in the kitchen making something for lunch. He says to her "I hope you like mustard, cause I've made up some of my special mustard". She makes that coughing noise she makes when her mind is being a little naughty. "Not that kind of special mustard", he says to her shaking his head.
She lays back on the soft bed and just closes her eyes for a moment. The whole room smells of him. She imagines what it would look like at night with all the candles lit and flickering away.
He breaks her thoughts to tell her "lunch is ready".
As she comes out she asks if she can pick a move. "Go for it. There's plenty to choose from."
He watches her as she walks over to the shelves and thinks to himself that she has the hottest body.
She picks out the movie she wants and they have their lunch and talk about nothing before she curls up in the corner of the sofa with one of the big cushions and running her fingers through the fur throw he has over the back of the sofa.
As the movie plays she wishes she knew what was going on in his mind. He keeps chatting to her, but all she wants is some kind of clear sign that everything is ok.
He catches her looking at him, with her head on the pillow, still patting the fur throw. She smiles at him, hoping for that sign.
He pats the cushion beside him and she comes over and snuggles awkardly into him. Finally she has at least some sign that he still does care about her. Some of the warmth she use to feel from him.
He gets up and deep inside she wonders what's happened, until he picks her up too. He lays back down on the sofa with her on top of him. She lays on her side with her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, her hand on his stomach and his arms around her. She can feel him looking down at her just before he kisses her on the head.
With her hand on his stomach she just can't resist and slides it under his t-shirt so she can feel his bare skin. His skin is so warm and he flexes a little when she accidently tickles him.
She wonders exactly how far he'll let her go and wonders if she should try.
She rubs her hand back down his stomach wondering if he'll stop her, but thinks that maybe she just got her answer as he slides one of his hands under her t-shirt and slides his fingers into the back of her pants and starts playing with the line of her lace boyshorts.
He can feel her smile. She looks up right into his eyes and sees more of the man she knew as he pulls her up to him to kiss her and finally she feels at ease again.
She undoes the buttons on his jeans and slides her hand inside. She's surprised to find out that he's got nothing on underneath his jeans and feels him twitch at her touch as things start to stir.
She's feeling very hot and can feel herself get wet at the thought that she finally has him in her hand. No clothing to hinder her or accidental touching this time.
She stands up and takes his hand, leading him into his bedroom and he follows willingly.
She sits down on the foot of the bed and lays back, dragging herself higher up the bed.
He climbs onto the bed and kneels over the top of her, his jeans still undone. She slides her hands down inside his jeans and back up the inside front of them, feeling him growing and getting harder and harder. Again she makes the coughing noise she does and hums her approval.
She pulls his t-shirt up over his head, hearing it tear in her eagerness to see his body. But she also wastes no time sliding his jeans down either, leaving nothing at all to the imagination anymore.
He has to finish taking off his jeans and then climbs back over the top of her taking off her t-shirt. He undoes her bra with one hand as he kisses her. Her hands almost feel like they don't know what to touch next as she tries to feel every muscle and curve of his naked body.
He kisses down her body and over her breasts, stopping over one of her nipples, sucking on it. As he pulls away his teeth close on her nipple pinching just enough to make her feel it.
She's been waiting for ages to feel his touch on her naked body.
He doesn't waste any time getting her pants off, taking her boyshorts off at the same time. He continues to work his way down her body, sliding her legs apart as he kisses down over her clitoris and then sliding his tongue up between her lips as he closes his lips around her.
She knows this feeling from the time before, but now it feels so much better with both of them totally naked.
There's no lingering at all now as he sucks on her clitoris while his tongue flicks over it making her grab at the sheets and breath deeper and deeper. Every lick getting her closer and closer to cumming, until finally her body shudders and her back arches. She grabs at his hair and feels herself get totally and uncontrollably wet.
He looks up at her as she gasps for breath and she smiles back at him as she bites her lip, trying to regain her control.
He prowls back up over her and she can see how hard he is as his body moves back up between her legs. She wants so badly to feel him inside her and he knows this as he leans into her. His body is now hard up against hers as she runs her hands down his back and over his ass. Just as she feels the tip of him in the right spot she pulls him tight feeling her lips part as his head slides into her, inch by inch, deeper and deeper.
She feels every muscle in his body move in rhythm as he slides in and out of her, every so often almost pulling all the way out so that she feels herself tighten around his head just before it goes back in again, and everytime he does that it makes her back arch with the feeling and she can feel every inch of him slide back into her. The long, deep thrusts.
She looks into his eyes and tells him to cum for her. "I want to feel you cum inside me". He looks at her with that wicked grin that always gave her shivers and made her feel so hot at the same time, except this time he was inside her which just made her cum a little more.
Unable to hold back any longer she feels his body jolt and is a little surprised to hear him growl as she feels him get even harder again inside her and then the sudden release as he cums. She feels the warmth inside her as he continues to growl, trying to bring himself back under control while continuing the thrusting in and out until he can't move another muscle.
She looks into his eyes again as he smiles at her, still twitching inside her. "I probably should have warned you about the growling. It's something I don't have much control over and not something I can do on command. It's kind of embaressing." But she doesn't care and thinks it's kind of cute.
She lays there just soaking up the moment. Feeling the warmth of his body and his heart beating strongly. Their bodies intertwined in a full body hug.
She could easily go to sleep there, but she knows she has to go home.
So she continues to soak up the moment, and hold him close, daydreaming about what it might be like to wake up next to him. She wonders if she'll ever get to find out. Maybe one day.
Again, let me know if you like the stories. If so, I've planned on rewriting them from a different perspective and also have some others that have been bouncing around in my head for quite some time.
ata:
Thanks for the friend request x
ryker:
thanks for the love on my new set darling! xoxo