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"When I heard you might be here, and that you might still be alive, I knew I should be happy, but I wasn't. I was terrified. I didn't understand why until now. From the moment I saw you in New York, in the instant you stepped back in my life, I knew. I knew I'd never stopped loving you."
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Labels and I Love Yous - 1/1 | bobbymichelle fanfiction
A/N: Happy 4th to my American friends! Hope anyone digging this ship will enjoy this fic. I had a lot of fun writing it. :)
For anyone reading that's seen the movie: this timeline is a six month time jump from the rooftop date, Michelle hasn't left or made an ultimatum and Masterson doesn't know about Gemma's job offer.
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Synopsis: Alt. Timeline - Six months after their first kiss on the rooftop, Bobby is fumbling whether to tell Michelle he loves her and what exactly are they without having said a word.
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“Bobby…Bobby…hey, numbnuts!”
The foam dart came flying at his head from across the aisle, breaking him from his thoughts and making him rub the injured spot as if it had even really hurt at all.
“Ow. What the hell?”
Danny looked unapologetic and only shrugged.
“I was coerced,” he said innocently, gesturing to Jack in the adjoining cubicle to Bobby’s.
Bobby looked over at Jack and glared, but he appeared unfazed.
“You weren’t responding to us. And you’ve been staring into space for the last 10 minutes.”
“Oh, because that’s a crime now,” he scowled, picking up his own nerf gun and knocking the empty cup out of his co-worker’s hand.
It fell to the floor, and Jack hurried to pick it up.
“You’re lucky there was nothing in that.”
Bobby rolled his eyes and turned back to his computer, trying to look busy so his work buddies wouldn’t press him for answers.
“What’s on your mind?” Danny sang, coming over and squeezing Bobby’s shoulders.
Bobby shrugged him off.
“Ooo, testy. Masterson been riding you hard?”
Bobby grimaced.
“Oh, the hardest,” he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm.
“No,” Jack observed from his position beside them. “That’s not what’s got our buddy here staring into space.”
“Come on, guys, just…drop it,” Bobby muttered.
“Oh, I know. Perhaps, trouble in paradise?” Danny mused, sinking his hands into his pockets.
“What? No. No. Michelle and I are great.”
“Gemma then? She pressing you to accept her job offer? It has been six months. Isn’t that two more than she wanted an answer by?”
“I got an extension,” he said blandly. “Just till I finish this last project for Masterson. Then I’ll probably accept.”
“So, what then?”
Bobby spun in his chair to face his friends, pursed his lips, and then finally decided to spill.
“Should I tell Michelle I love her?”
Danny snapped his fingers.
“See, I knew it was about Michelle!”
Jack rolled his eyes.
“You want my advice?” he asked.
Bobby gave a half-shrug, half-nod.
“You don’t want his advice,” Danny said. “He’s gonna say no.”
“Shut up,” Jack whined.
“Well, weren’t you?”
“Maybe…yes.” He turned to face Bobby. “I just know what relationship milestones mean. They mean you’re on your way to marriage, which then means babies, which means no sex and no time for yourself. Spare yourself the trouble and avoid anything but what you’ve been doing.”
“And what’s that?” Bobby blinked, waiting.
“A casual relationship.”
“Casual sex, casual flirting…sounds like the ultimate deal to me too,” Danny chipped in.
Bobby shifted uncomfortably.
“Oh, god.” Jack groaned.
“What?” Danny asked, looking between the two. “What?”
“He does love her.”
“He does?” Danny blanched, his jaw practically on the floor.
Bobby ran his hand over his face.
“Oh, get off my case, you guys. It’s been six months, and neither of us have been seeing anyone else. Were we supposed to not fall in love?”
Danny and Jack looked at each other, then back at their friend.
“Has she said she loves you?” Danny asked.
“Well, no, but-”
“Have you two even talked about the fact that you’re dating? Put labels on it?”
Bobby frowned.
“It’s unspoken.”
“Unspoken,” Jack snickered.
“I don’t know. She could be screwing other guys then, mate,” Danny chuckled.
Bobby’s frown deepened, and he fiddled with his tie.
“You guys are no help at all.”
They shrugged, and Danny headed back to his desk.
“Tell us how it goes then,” Jack said, shrinking behind his cubicle wall.
Bobby pursed his lips.
He picked up his phone and sent Michelle a text.
Dinner tonight? My place?
It took all of 60 seconds for him to get a vibrating notification back.
Oh, wow. He can cook. Sure, count me in. ;)
He smiled at his phone like an idiot, then tucked it back in his pocket and resumed work.
“Shut up,” he said, when the two looked like they were about to say something.
They tucked away then and resumed their work too.
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Bobby heard a knock on his high-rise apartment door a little after 7 o’clock that night.
“It’s me!” Michelle sang out from the other side, and Bobby fussed a bit to get not only his long apron off and hung up, but also making sure the food could simmer for a bit while he got the door.
He was wearing long black pants and a pinkish button-down to avoid going full blue as usual. He opened a button or two at the top and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows for a more casual look.
He hoped he hadn’t overdone it. He had brushed his teeth three times in anticipation of her coming over. Had only showered once, but he had stared down his hair until he was satisfied it had just the right amount of fluff that he wouldn’t look too overdone but not like his usual work hair either.
He popped in front of the mirror in the hallway real quick for a last-minute inspection.
“Uh, Bobby?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” He licked his lips and ran his tongue over his teeth, wondering if he had time to gurgle some mouth wash.
He decided on no, not wanting to keep her waiting a moment longer.
He charged over to the door, adjusted the length of his rolled-up sleeves one more time and swung open the door.
“Michelle, hey.” His smile gleamed as he looked at her, then he gave her a once-over. “Hey.”
Michelle smirked and let herself through the door, slipping out of her lacey crop-top jacket to reveal the stunning little black dress underneath.
The top portion cupped her breasts like a bra in solid fabric but then filtered out into sheer lace until it reached her waist where the fabric turned solid again, stopping at mid-thigh and exposing her long, smooth legs until it reached her ankles where her high-heeled shoes spiked at 3 inches.
Bobby quickly snuck her jacket into the hall closet before returning and taking a real good look at her. Her hair still hung around her shoulders with one barrette pulling back some silky locks off to one-side and sparkly earrings hung from her ears.
“You do know we’re staying in tonight, right?” he managed, walking back up to her and leaning in for a quick kiss, his hands on her waist, gripping the fabric and doing his best not to put a hole in the lace.
“I just like looking good for you, babe,” she murmured between a first and a second kiss as she reined him back in for a few more.
“You always look good,” he said, through strangled breath, and she smiled.
“You look good too,” she remarked, finally looking him over somewhere other than his mouth. She ran her hands up his arms and down his chest, making his adam’s apple bob. “Though, I admit I didn’t expect the pink.”
“It’s peach,” he defended, teasing her a little, because even he knew that was a lie.
Michelle rolled her eyes playfully.
“It’s pink.”
He shrugged and pulled out a chair for her at the kitchen table.
“Food just finished,” he told her, waiting till she was almost seated to push the chair back in.
“Smells amazing,” she complimented.
He smiled and took her plate to fill it with food. Then, he returned to do the same thing with his own and set it back down.
“Wine?” he offered.
Michelle nodded.
“White, if you have it.”
“I do indeed.”
“That wouldn’t perchance be because I mentioned on our first date I only drink white, would it?”
He shrugged innocently, but he was smiling.
“Maybe I just know you,” he said, pouring the wine.
Her eyes twinkled as she took a sip.
“Mm,” she moaned appreciatively. “Very good.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah. You did your homework, that’s for sure.”
He chuckled.
“Well, I just wanted tonight to be special.”
“Oh?” She scooped up some food on her fork and chewed before swallowing and tilting her head in question. “What makes tonight special? Because it’s Friday?”
His eyes sparkled, and he shook his head.
“I’ll tell you later when we have dessert.”
“Dessert too?”
“Chocolate-covered strawberries,” he confided. “If you want.”
“Oh, I definitely want,” she mused, staring right at his lips and making him swallow hard again.
What was it about this woman that made him want to devour her and yet feel like she was the woman he’d been waiting for all his life at the same time?
He pushed the thought aside and ate his own food, chatting about small random things in between. Michelle talked about her day; he talked about his. They played footsie under the table and reached across the way to clasp one hand with the other, his thumb running across her knuckles.
He ached to take her apart in his bedroom but knew there were things that needed to be said, and he didn’t want them to be said for the first time in the middle of sex. Michelle wouldn’t like that, even if it would come out most raw and real then.
“So,” she said, after the dishes were put away and he fed her the first strawberry. “You going to tell me now what makes tonight so special?”
“I, uh…” He chuckled a little nervously. “There’s something very important, very special and romantic I wanted to tell you.”
“Oh? Should we be going out on the balcony for this?” she teased.
“Oh, don’t worry, we will. You’re two steps ahead of me.”
She smiled, not apologizing one bit.
“But, uh, first I think we need to have a serious conversation, just for my own peace of mind, and I think maybe yours too.”
Michelle shifted slightly, and Bobby knew he had to tread carefully. He didn’t want to scare her off or offend her in any way.
“Okay,” she said, neutrally, and he flexed his hands a few times.
“I just wanted to make sure…” he hesitated, really not wanting to blow this. “You’re not seeing anyone else, are you?”
Michelle’s eyes widened slightly, and she couldn’t help the slight scoff that rolled off her tongue.
“Feeling a little insecure, are we, Bobby?” She took another sip of her wine.
Panic seized him, and he hurried to explain.
“No, no! Of course not,” he rushed nervously. “It’s just that I-”
“Because trust me, I do not dress this sexy if I’m juggling multiple guys.”
“Right. Of course. I just…” He sighed and pinched his forehead, trying to dig himself out of the hole. “We just… It’s been six months, and we haven’t put any labels on it. I’m serious about us, Michelle, and I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page. That you are too.”
She seemed to relax some, but he couldn’t. Not until he got some reassurance beyond how she’d dressed.
“I’m serious about you, too, Bobby,” she said, then sighed and laughed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” She trailed off. “Just sounded like you were about to accuse me of cheating, that’s all.”
“No! No. God, I just…you’re the hottest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with, ever seen if I’m being honest. And you’re so, you’re just amazing, and I-”
She looked up, trying to find the through line through his blubbering.
“Here, come with me,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her from her seat.
“Bobby!” she yelped, but went with him, following him to the other side of the apartment and through the balcony door as soon as it was opened.
He got lucky that it was a warm night, and he didn’t have to worry about her freezing to death in her sleeveless dress. Even her little jacket probably wouldn’t have compensated for any cooler weather.
“Okay, we’re on the balcony,” she said, waiting for whatever was supposed to come next. “Now what?”
He pulled her to him slowly and tucked away some stray strands of hair that had floated into her face, then adjust the barrette that was slowly starting to droop by her ear.
His touches were so soft and so intimate that Michelle could barely catch her breath. She could only watch his eyes and how careful he was with her, how tender.
When he was finished, he moved his hands down over her shoulders and her arms, till he could hold her hands and bring them to his lips for a kiss.
Michelle was too caught up in the moment to even speak.
When their eyes met, she saw the words there before they even passed by his lips.
“I love you, Michelle.”
Her lips parted.
“And, I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to be able to call you that and tell people that and know that it’s true. And I really hope you want me to be your boyfriend too.”
The urgency to kiss him flew through her, and she pulled her hands free to wrap them around his neck and bring him to her, kissing him soundly on the lips, and thrilling in the feel of his arms wrapping around her back, his pinkie dangerously close to the curve of her ass.
She loved it.
“I love you, too, Bobby.”
She nuzzled her face against his.
“And you’ve been my boyfriend since you told me you knew a place to get a drink when it was just the rooftop of our fucking building.”
He grinned against her lips.
“Hey, I thought that was pretty clever.”
“Oh, it was, smartass.” Her eyes twinkled. “But yeah, there’s been no one else for me since then.” She let her hands dangle free behind his neck. “I thought you were outrageously cute since you stepped into that elevator with me and made a fool of yourself as you attempted to flirt.”
“Hey, I thought I was flirting pretty well.”
Her nose scrunched up adorably.
“Not really?”
“No, not at all.” She laughed, and he sighed dramatically.
“Well, alright, I guess I can accept that, since fucking Farouk stepped in and-”
“Forget about Farouk,” she said, and kissed him again.
“He’s forgotten,” he murmured between kisses that soon became so heated they were pressed against the glass balcony door.
“Bedroom?” Michelle whispered breathlessly.
Bobby nodded. “Bedroom.”
They stumbled inside and kicked off their shoes. Michelle was undressed when they were halfway down the hall, and Bobby had to pause for a moment just to get a good look at her, even though he’d seen her naked plenty of times before.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Michelle said, pulling him in for another kiss as he shrugged out of his shirt the same moment that she shoved his pants past his ass, letting them pool on the floor.
“I thought that’s what we were doing,” she gasped when his teeth came down on the crook of her neck and he sucked deeply like lips and tongue.
They twirled into Bobby’s bedroom and landed on the bed within seconds.
Bobby shoved his boxers down his legs and pulled off his socks before joining her fully, letting his hands wander and grope her gorgeous, nude body before he went down on her until she was practically writhing beneath him.
“Bobby,” she warned. “Bo- Bo- Bob-” And then she jerked and bucked against his mouth and reached for him as the post orgasm bliss washed over her.
“You a bit sensitive yet?” he asked, climbing up her body and maintaining eye contact as he flicked his tongue over one nipple and then the other.
He reached down with one hand and tentatively touched her clit with his thumb.
She jerked again.
“A little, but I don’t care,” she murmured, pulling him all the way up so she could kiss him. “Fuck me,” she breathed into his mouth.
“Fuck.”
He kissed her a couple more times, then reached into his drawer for a condom and slid it into place after ripping open the package.
He spread her legs further to make room for himself, and in one thrust he was inside her, groaning and whimpering and moaning as she wrapped her legs around him.
Bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders, he moved in and out of her, each thrust, each roll of his hips, exciting both of them further.
“Faster,” she urged, and he did as she requested, the friction bringing him dangerously close to the edge within minutes.
He could hear her breaths coming in short bursts too and knew she was close again, especially when he sat up, pressed her thighs to his chest and pounded into her with all the strength and stamina he could muster.
“Oh, god. Oh, god, oh, god, oh god,” she whimpered, clutching at her breast with one hand and the pillow beneath her head with the other.
She was heaving and fighting to sit up.
Finally, he let her, dropping her legs to the side and letting her push him back a little as she rode him to completion.
She was incredible, fucking insatiable, and he took her hand from her pussy when she tried to get herself all the way there and stuck her finger in his mouth sucking deeply as he thrust into her over and over again. Then, he pushed her back down and massaged her clit a few times until she was practically levitating off the bed while he fucked himself over the edge inside of her and then collapsed onto her perfect body.
“Fuck, how’d I get so lucky?” He heaved and held her close. “Fuck!”
Michelle only smiled and traced lines down his back.
When he lifted his head, she kissed him, sucking on his tongue and feeling her arousal crop up again as he moaned loudly.
They kissed for a while, and he fingered her to another orgasm as soon as his strength returned.
“Bobby,” she cried, her breasts heaving, and his sweat-soaked body pressed heavily against hers, his fingers still brushing tentatively against her swollen, throbbing, sensitive clit.
She jerked a little, and he pulled his hand free, moving it up her body till it cradled her neck and pulled the crooked barrette barely hanging on free of her hair and tossed onto the floor.
“I love you,” he said again, and she smiled shakily, still overwhelmed from orgasm number three.
“I love you, too,” she said, and nuzzled his face.
Then, he tossed the condom aside, pulled the sheets over their sticky, damp bodies and tucked them in for sleep.
“You’ll stay the night?” he asked, sleepily, cupping one of her breasts.
She sank her fingers into his hair and lightly dragged her nails down his back.
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A/N: Another post-book, steamy, fluffy one-shot. Hope you enjoy. :D
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Synopsis: Post-Book - Poppy decides to clean their apartment naked while Alex isn't home, only to discover him walking in before she's finished.
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Alex slung his briefcase over his shoulder and jingled his keys before stuffing them in his pocket. Then he patted said pocket for his phone and nodded to himself, reaching for the doorknob to set out to school that fine Friday morning.
But before he left, he recalled he was missing one last thing. He turned to look over his shoulder and saw his girlfriend, Poppy Wright, standing there, leaning against the edge of the hallway wall watching him with a sappy smile on her face.
He turned all the way around and marveled at how lucky he was. Then, he set his briefcase down and opened his arms.
“C’mere.”
Poppy did a little hop-skip and landed swiftly in his arms in a heartbeat.
Alex laughed and held her close before pulling back ever so slightly and tipping her chin up so he could kiss her properly.
“Mm,” she moaned against his lips, drawing a smile from his own mouth as he slowly opened his eyes.
“You’ll be here when I get home?” he asked, sliding his hand into her hair, his thumb on her jawline, admiring how pretty she was.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He sighed contently and smiled wider.
“God, I love it when you say that.”
Her eyes sparkled.
Alex dropped his hand reluctantly and picked his briefcase back up by the strap.
“I’ll see you later.”
“See you.”
“Love you,” he said when he was outside the door in the hallway.
“Love you more!” she called out, going up on her tip toes, making him crack a wider grin as he pulled the door closed.
“Not possible,” he said just before the door closed, shooting her a sexy wink.
Poppy scoffed in pretended outrage and clasped her hand around the doorknob, but he was already gone, so she turned and leaned against the door, smiling at the whole exchange and missing him already.
That was when she remembered what she intended to do today and frowned.
Clean.
Today was a break from writing, since she’d seemed to hit a bit of a block, and so a day to do something else productive. Cleaning.
The place needed it, though thanks to Alex chipping in often, it didn’t get noticeably dirty for several weeks at a time.
Still, there were dishes in the dishwasher to be put away, laundry to be done, floors to be swept and scrubbed and vacuumed, and she was determined to get it all done before Alex returned home, so she could take a shower and be comfy and ready for whatever he wanted to do that evening.
It was a Friday, so as soon as he arrived, they could start their weekend, whether that meant going out or staying in and lounging about. She was prepared to do anything or even suggest some things to him, but first she had to clean.
Poppy went straight to their supply closet, already dressed in a t-shirt and shorts that would make cleaning easy and could get dirty before being tossed in the laundry. She grabbed the bucket full of cleaning supplies, the duster, the broom, and a few other items before embarking on her day of cleaning.
Dishes came first and were put away within maybe 10 minutes. Then, she dusted the whole apartment, wiping down the surfaces that had collected dust with some spray and a paper towel.
Next, she swept, and then she vacuumed.
That was when she decided to take a break by tossing some clothes into the washing machine and relaxing in front of the TV for a while, searching for anything that might amuse her, even a soap opera.
Still, she felt sweaty enough from her exertion that she wanted to rid herself of the clothes she was wearing and wash them too.
There was no point in taking a shower now, not when she still had cleaning left to do, but as she looked around, saw the blinds all at least partially closed, and knew how high up they were from the city streets and that it was at least 3-4 hours before Alex returned home, she thought about doing something outrageous.
She would relax a bit and then clean naked.
The rest of the clothes already in the washing machine, Poppy slipped her shirt up and over her head, followed by shoving her shorts and underwear down her legs, then gathered them up and tossed them in the machine. She added the laundry detergent, closed the machine door and started it up.
Then, she turned around, took one step out of the little laundry room and walked into the kitchen in the nude.
“I’m naked,” she whispered to herself.
She pranced about a bit.
“I’m naked!” she sang-shouted, stopping after a while and giggling to herself.
At last, she plopped down on the couch in the living room, watched some TV, dozed on and off a little, and then resumed cleaning.
She started with the most detestable, time-consuming rooms she hadn’t reached yet: the bathrooms.
On her hands and knees, she scrubbed those floors, spending what felt like an eternity in the shower and making the toilets and sink as sparkly clean as they could get.
After that, she heard the timer go off and went to change the clothes into the dryer.
Then she moved her bucket of supplies with her into the kitchen and got down on her hands and knees again to wash the floor.
She was halfway through a half-dried, half-wet floor when she heard the turn in the lock and froze as it swung open.
Was it 4 o’clock already?
“Poppy!” Alex called out before catching sight of her around the bend in the kitchen. “I’m home!” he said cheerfully, wondering where she was when she didn’t appear at the end of the hall like usual.
He started walking down said hall into the kitchen, and that’s when he saw her.
Fully naked, not a shred of clothes on her, except for some rubber gloves on her hands, propped up on her hands and knees and looking up at him weakly but clearly in shock of his arrival.
“I can explain.”
Alex let out a half-strangled sigh and slowly set down his briefcase before slipping his hands in his pockets.
“You know, I’ve actually fantasized about this before,” he said, contemplatively.
“You’ve fantasized about me cleaning naked?”
“Well, not the cleaning part,” he admitted with a frown, “But definitely me coming home to my hot girlfriend and finding her naked and waiting for me.”
Poppy sat up slowly, giving him a good look at her surprisingly glistening pussy and started to take her gloves off.
“Well-”
“Leave them on.”
She met his gaze, heated and lustful and felt as her nipples became hardened peaks, recognizing the exact moment he noticed that too.
“What?” she rasped, getting to her feet on wobbly legs.
For some reason, her standing there, red marks on her knees from kneeling, yellow gloves halfway up her arms, tendrils of her hair floating around her face and neck, and the clear signs of arousal that she was unable to hide without clothing, Alex found himself incredibly turned on.
“You heard me,” he said, his voice husky and raw and rough with what he was feeling.
He unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the hoops before dropping it on the floor, then kicked off his shoes and crossed the room to her.
“Oh, oh, be careful, Alex! Some of the floor is still we-”
But Alex didn’t have one bit of trouble making it to her, though the toes of his socks did get a little damp. He didn’t care.
He swept her up off her feet, pulled out a stool from just under the edge of the island table and plopped her on it before tucking the tendrils of hair behind her ears and kissing her deeply.
“Help me undress,” he said when they parted, tugging at his tie and quickly getting frustrated with how clothed he was in comparison to his girlfriend.
Due to the heat, he hadn’t worn a blazer today, so that was something out of the way, but he had at least 10 buttons on his button-down shirt, and because of his frustrated eagerness, he kept pulling his tie tighter instead of loosening it.
“Okay, okay, slow down there, Alex. Why don’t you do the buttons, and I’ll do the tie, yeah? I used to help my dad out with his all the time growing up.”
Alex gave a pained laugh and nodded, even as he leaned his forehead against hers.
“The last thing I want to be thinking about right now is your father, Poppy.”
Poppy laughed too.
“Mum’s the word,” she said by way of an apology, and in a heartbeat his tie was undone and dangling around his neck, even with the slight difficulty with her rubber gloves still on.
“That would’ve been easier without these,” she informed him, holding up her covered hands.
He only laughed.
“I don’t care. You made it work,” he said. “The vision of that being the only thing you’re wearing is an aphrodisiac to me, Poppy.”
He kissed her again and again, keepings their mouths in a lip lock as Poppy unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and shoved them to the floor, whimpering a bit when she couldn’t grip his underwear quite as easily.
“Alex.”
“I got it, I got it.”
He pulled his underwear down easily and kicked the garments off to the side, gathering her in his arms.
“Now can I take off these gloves?” she asked. “I really think the last thing you’re going to want on your dick is bumpy rubber.”
He smiled slowly.
“So don’t put your hands on it. Put…something else.”
Poppy met his eyes, and her mouth ran dry. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to stick that dick in her mouth. But she worried for her knees that had been practically bruised from the floor for hours already, even as the thought of Alex moaning nearly overruled the unavoidable discomfort she would feel.
“Here,” he said, seeing the wheels running amuck in her mind.
He kicked his clothes between them as a cushion for her on the floor, and her eyes darted to his, hungry and appreciative.
“So considerate,” she said, hopping off the stool and watching as her boyfriend took a half-step back to make room for her.
The shirt, pants and underwear didn’t make for the best cushion in the world, but they would do.
She leaned slightly back on her heels, digging her rubber fingers into his thighs and ass, and flicked her tongue on the tip of his dick.
Precum surfaced immediately, and she had to smirk.
“Damn.”
“Told you I’d fantasized about this before. What did you expect?”
Her smirk still present, she just gave a little shrug and gripped him tighter, using her tongue to lap him up and pull him deeper into her mouth.
Alex moaned as her mouth moved further and further down his length, her tongue swirling around him as she sucked hard and eventually pressed her nose into his groin.
“Fuck, Poppy.”
One hand on the island table, the other on her head, he guided her up and down his length – though she hardly needed it. She’d done this many a time before, though it had been a while since she’d done it using only her mouth.
She was so damn good at it too.
He watched her bob her head and hissed when her bottom teeth came into contact with the sensitive skin there.
“Careful, Pop,” he warned, and she made her teeth touch lighter than ever as she dragged her mouth off him.
He swallowed hard, seeing the spit drip from her bottom lip, and then watched as she wordlessly dipped her head down and gave special attention to his round balls, licking and lapping at them, and then taking one in her mouth and sucking it hard.
“Ah!” he cried, gripping the table with both hands now.
His erection jutted further and further up, getting harder and harder, more precum surfacing at the tip and sliding along the underside of his length.
“Po-”
And when she let one ball out of her mouth, only to pivot around his dick to the other one, he took a step back.
She looked up, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth on her arm.
“What is it?” she asked.
The hunger in his eyes was insane, and his legs actually wobbled a bit where he stood.
“You know what you did.”
She smiled slowly.
“I thought that’s what you wanted,” she said simply.
He shook his head in amazement.
“No?” She misinterpreted, tilting her head.
He scoffed and held out one hand to her.
She took it to stand to her feet.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“You know damn well where we’re-” he cut himself off and took her hand, not missing for one second the little skip of glee she did as they walked down out of the room and down the hall until they were in their shared bedroom.
He released her and laid down on the bed before she could, in disbelief of how a little extra attention below the belt had drained him so fully.
But Poppy took note and straddled him as soon as he was settled.
“Now can I take the gloves off?” she purred, rubbing the outside of her pussy along the tip of his dick a few times till he was practically whimpering. “I really wanna touch you,” she whispered into his ear.
“Fuck,” he breathed, fighting hard to keep himself in check as she wiggled her ass against his shaft.
“What was that?” she played coy.
“Yes, okay, yes, you can,” he said, and in a moment, she’d stripped them off using her teeth, which he caught just in time and emanated a growl from him due to the sight.
She dropped them off the side of the bed, and his hands were on her waist the second her nails dug into his chest, both of them moving her down onto his cock and moaning loudly at the incredible feel of their bodies connecting.
“Fuck, I love it when you’re inside me, Alex,” Poppy cried, digging her knees into the bed on either side of him and moving up and down till his moans turned into helpless cries.
He groaned and dug his hands into her ass, moving her faster and faster until her breasts were bouncing and her hips were grinding too.
Poppy clutched the top of the headboard on the bed frame and moved slicker on his erect dick, doing exactly what he did at the exact speed that drove him out of his mind.
“I missed you today, Alex,” she whimpered, tossing her head back when his thumb and forefinger came into contact with her soaking clit. “Shit. I missed you so much.”
“Missed you too, Poppy,” he growled, becoming more aroused with her little cries and whimpers and glad he could pleasure her in some small way.
The cries and moans and groans and growls and creaking of the bed came together, and somehow Alex gathered the strength to turn Poppy onto her back and pound into her from above.
She wrapped her limbs around him and moved with him, clawing her nails down his back and connecting to him through another lip lock, mimicking what he was doing with his dick with her tongue in his mouth.
The momentum between them built further and further, and then finally, at last, they came undone.
Alex shouted, and bit down hard on Poppy’s lip, making her cry too from the pain, from the pleasure of it all.
Because what was sex with each other without blurring the lines a little?
At last, Alex pulled free of her and laid beside her on the bed.
She immediately snuggled close, tucking her face beneath his chin, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tight against him.
The timer went off.
“That’ll be the dryer,” Poppy said, exhaustion weighing down each word.
“I’ll get it later.”
“And the floor is only half-done in the kitchen,” she confided, to which Alex chuckled.
“I’ll finish it tomorrow.”
“Maybe then you can give me a little treat,” she suggested, her eyes closed, but Alex knew if they’d been open, they’d be glittering.
“You can bet your ass I will,” he assured her.
She giggled and traced some lines across his chest.
He caught her hand when it started to wander south.
“Rest, Miss Eager.”
And she didn’t try to pry her hand free.
She laid there with him and slept contently, same as he did.
