You saw him immediately.  Carl lay on your bed with his back facing you and a pillow between his thighs that he was helplessly rutting against.  You put your gun back into your holster and leaned on the doorframe while you watched him pathetically hump your pillow, still fully dressed except for his hat that was sitting on your bedside table.  He let out quiet noises of frustration as he attempted to get any kind of relief through his jeans, each of his whimpers added to the heat that was building up in your core…but as if that wasn’t enough, he squeaked out a quiet and strangled moan of your name.  

  You felt your skin get hot as you felt your desires in full force and allowed them to drive your actions.  Stepping over to your dresser without Carl noticing, you unclipped your hip holster as quietly as possible and held it just a handbreadth above the wooden surface of the dresser before you abruptly dropped it with a clatter.  Carl jumped up immediately and turned to see you leaning on the dresser facing toward him,  “I’m…’m so sorry, I just…just,”  he stuttered as he tried to explain himself with a bright red face.  You shifted your weight fully back onto your feet and walked to where he now sat up on your bed, the pillow pushed behind him in a failed attempt to hide what he was doing.  

  “You just what, honey? Go on,”  you coaxed him with a sweet voice, leaning over slightly with a finger under his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.  “...wanted to lay in your bed while I waited for you to be done with your shift and then…”  he still avoided making eye contact with you as he spoke, looking at the floor every few seconds.  “And then you got distracted, huh? What distracted you, sweet boy?”  You didn’t fail to notice the way he nuzzled into your hand when you talked to him like this, deciding to play into it even more.  “Started thinking about you, baby…’m sorry,”  he looked up at you with one big, blue, puppy dog eye, tugging at your heartstrings the moment you saw it. 

  “Don’t be sorry, Carl, I’m your girlfriend! You don’t have to be so shy either, honey,”  you said as you looked down at him lovingly with your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb up and down his soft freckled skin.  “I just…I don’t want to do anything wrong,”  He grumbled while his eye darted all over your face, trying to read your expression.  You couldn’t lie, you were nervous too, but seeing your boyfriend in this state brought a confidence out of you that you didn’t even know was there.  “How about I tell you exactly what to do then, sweetheart? That way you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty little head about doing anything wrong, right?”  You offered gently, not wanting to pressure him into anything he didn’t feel ready for.  

  Now it was your turn to read his expression.  His eye looked into both of yours, down to the floor, then back at you.  You saw his tongue poke out to lick his bottom lip and his Adam's apple bob when he nervously swallowed the spit that was accumulating in his mouth before he finally nodded at you.  “I need to hear you say yes or no, Carl,”  you pressed him for a verbal answer, “Y-yes please, (y/n),”  he said just above a whisper, still eagerly nodding his head up and down.  “Good job, baby,”  you said with a soft smile, leaning in to kiss him tenderly, licking his lip before you pulled away.  “Let’s get your clothes off first…then I want to watch you hump my pillow again, can you do that for me, pretty boy?”  Your instructions rang in Carl’s ears as he registered what you just asked of him, he shakily stood up, leaving an even smaller space between the two of you.  Reaching your hand up to the side of his face, you placed another gentle kiss on his lips before you stepped back to give him the space to undress.  

  You watched Carl kick off his shoes and shrug his flannel off of his shoulders as he made shy eye contact with you.  “Aren’t you going to undress too?”  He asked after he peeled off his sweaty shirt, making you focus entirely on his arms, chest, and abdomen.  “I will, don’t worry. I just want to give you my undivided attention right now, sweetie,”  he worked on his belt, mouth slightly agape while you spoke.  He looked like a deer in headlights as you just watched him while he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, fingers trembling with nerves as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, hesitating to pull them down.  

  “What’s wrong?”  Your voice was laced with concern.  “I’m sorry if I’m…not very-,”  you cut him off immediately.  “You better not say what I think you’re about to say, Carl Grimes,”  You stepped forward to stand in front of him before you continued, looking him dead in the eye, “You get a boner every time I sit on your lap. I know it’s not small.”  Your reassurance made the right corner of Carl’s lips quirk up in a sheepish grin.  You put your hands on his shoulders and pepper kisses all over his face while he pulls his pants and underwear down in one go and kicks them off his ankles.  Your eyes were half-lidded while you kissed his cheeks, nose, forehead, and jawline.  Carl let out quiet moans and moved his head along with your movements to give you the best access to keep kissing him, basking in the affection he was receiving.  All the while you could feel his cock poking you, he was rock hard but for some reason, he only seemed to be focused on your touch.  

  You really would love to stand there and do that for however long he would let you but you needed to see him unravel, and you needed to see it soon.  “Can you get on the bed and lemme see you hump my pillow? Do you still wanna do that for me, baby?”  You double-checked with him, doing your best to make him feel safe.  “Mhm,”  he sounded out as he nodded at you, looking at your lips with his pupil blown in lust. 

You slid your hands down his shoulders and held his hands as you led him to the bed, situating yourself against the headboard while Carl lay in front of you, timidly putting the pillow back between his legs.  “Don’t be nervous, baby. I just want you to finish what you were doing when I interrupted you,”  you spoke to him in a light-hearted tone, “I’m sure I startled you, but you looked so cute I couldn’t help myself,”  your sweet tone and gentle smile didn’t match desire in your eyes.  

  Carl felt like he was under a microscope.  Completely naked, being watched by his girlfriend who was still fully dressed.  The feeling made him squirm, it gave him butterflies and made him nervous…he also happened to find it extremely hot and automatically started rutting into the pillow while he stared into your eyes and bit his lip, trying to contain the delicate mewls that bubbled up in his throat.  “Come on, honey, let me hear the pretty noises you’re making,”  your voice was smooth and seductive and it made his mouth fall open in a gasp that was cut off by the loudest moan you’ve heard him let out so far.  Then you could only think of one thing: making him moan even louder than that.  

  You watched Carl continue to hump your pillow, his hair stuck to his forehead as his movements picked up and he allowed his soft moans and grunts to fall past his lips.  You sat forward and pulled your shirt off, exposing your bra and instantly catching Carl’s attention, “Oh-oh god, please take it off, baby, I wanna see you so bad,”  he said with a slight whine, staring at your chest.  Giggling at his desperation, you happily obliged him and unclasped your bra, let it fall off your shoulders and threw it to the floor.  Carl reached his hand out to you, “fuck, baby, you’re so pretty,”  he slurred out as he rubbed his hand up and down your calf, softly squeezing, still grinding himself on your pillow.  “You’re such a sweet boy, Carl,”  you smiled at him and put your hand on top of his, guiding it to the button on your shorts, “Could you help me get these off?”  You asked him coyly, knowing it would fluster him even further. 

  Carl put a pause on rutting against your pillow while he moved forward and brought both hands to undo the button with trembling fingers.  “I didn’t tell you to stop,”  you held onto one of his hands gently as you reached for the pillow with your free hand and situated it back under him.  He stares you down while he kneels in front of you, lowering himself to sit on the pillow, still leaning over you, ready to undo your button and zipper when you give him the say-so.  “Please keep going for me, sweetheart,”  you said, releasing your hold on his hands when he started moving against your pillow once more, allowing him to keep working on removing your shorts.  He was so eager to have you bare that he couldn’t focus on coordinating his hips.  You watched them stutter as his fingers shook while he slipped them under your waistband and began to tug on them.  You rested your hands on his shoulders and lifted your hips so he could pull down your shorts, leaving you in just your panties.  

  Honestly, you were surprised that he even left them on, fully expecting him to take them both off at the same time.  “Ungh, god those panties,”  he practically drooled over the sight of you, the way your panties hugged your hips and showed off your curves…and the way they fit just right to show the outline of your pussy lips.  That’s when Carl took you by surprise again.  Filling both his wishes and yours, he kept stroking his throbbing cock on your pillow while he lowered his head between your legs and took in a deep breath of your arousal.  “Carl! What are you doing?”  You didn’t expect an action like that from him with how shy he was, but the second he looked up at you again his eye was completely clouded over by lust and desire.  “So sorry baby, just smells so good, needed to…needed to…ungh,”  he grunted between inhales of your scent with his hands resting on your knees.  “Would you like to taste me then, sweetheart?”  You proposed to him with one of your eyebrows quirked up.  “Oh god, yes wanna taste you, baby…ah~… please tell me how,”  he slurred and whimpered against your legs. “Of course, sweet boy. Help me out of my panties?”  you purred at him. 

  Carl’s fingers dove to pull your underwear off, shimmying them down your legs.  The wet spot in the center of them caught his eye and made him moan; the thought of pleasing you sent him over the moon.  You placed your hand on the back of his neck and played with his long brown hair, pulling his attention back to you, more specifically, your glistening cunt. “Do you think you can keep riding that pillow while I tell you how to lick my pussy?”  with every instruction you gave him, the more he just wanted to do exactly what you said.  His mind was slipping to a space he had never been this far into, he hung on your every word and action…and you asked him to hump the pillow while he tasted you for the very first time so he’d do exactly that.  He snapped his head up to look at you and frantically nodded while mumbling barely coherent, rushed agreements.  “Yesplease, plea-show me, please I’ll do m’best,”  his hands roamed all over your body while his mumbled agreement turned into whiny begging, “Please, beautiful, show me how I can make you feel good.”  

  You got Carl positioned with the pillow between his legs and his head between your legs.  “Focus around here,”  you pointed to your clit, “but don’t be afraid to explore, that’s not the only place you can lick to make me feel good,”  you added when you saw his eye drop down to look at the wetness that was dripping from within you.  He breathed you in again before putting his head forward and licking a long, bold stripe from the bottom of your pussy all the way up to your clit.  You moaned instantly when you felt his hot tongue on you, egging him on, he dipped his tongue back down to lap up more of your essence.  You felt his tongue trace around your entrance as he began to drown himself in you, he prodded slightly into your slit, and the contact made you clench,  “AH-mmm,”  you cut your own gasp off with a moan.  “D-did that feel good?”  he pulled away and peered up at you, looking for your feedback on his experimental techniques.  “So, so good, baby. Just didn’t expect it is all,”  you giggled.  How can he come within millimeters of having his tongue inside you and still have that sweet puppy dog look on his face?  “Please keep doing it…I’ve never had anyone do that to me before.” 

  It wasn’t a lie, neither of you was very experienced, but you had more than Carl did.  Even still, you’ve never had anyone be this excited to eat you out, let alone be willing to fuck you with their tongue, so for Carl to do it unprompted was a complete shock to you.  

  Carl was more than happy to keep licking and prodding at the source of your heat and slick, he was back down there before you could finish asking him to keep going.  He continued where he left off, massaging his tongue around your opening while he worked up to stiffening his tongue and pushing it inside of you.  You moaned out as the sensation of his warm, wet tongue feeling around your walls (something you never knew you needed) made you clench again. Carl groaned deeply and it set a fire in him to push deeper into you, he wanted to make you moan over and over again, it was the only thing he could think about.  He pulled his tongue out of your drooling cunt and shoved it back in, eliciting more and more mewls from you; each of your moans was met with his own that were being muffled by your pussy.  You looked down, taking in the sight in front of you while he kept tonguing you.  He was true to his word, still humping your pillow, although, at this point, you’re not so sure it’s entirely voluntary with how worked up he is.  

  “Look at you, pretty boy!”  you cooed at him, making his eye flutter up to look at you while he french kissed your pussy.  “Still humping my pillow like a little bunny with your tongue inside me,”  he whined into you in response to your teasing praise.  “My little bunny,”  you moaned out breathlessly before you realized that Carl was probably painfully hard.  “Do you want to stop, honey?”  you asked through moans. “W-why?”  he looked like he was on the verge of tears when you said that.  “Oh no, it’s okay, sweet boy! I was just thinking that you’re probably uncomfortable from being so hard for this long, I thought you might want to cum?”  you did your best to reassure him but he wasn't having any of it.  Not until you came.  “No, please, wanna learn how to make ya’ cum first, please darlin’, ya’ said you’d teach me,”  he was completely pussy drunk, slurring and whining his way through his pleading.  Not to mention his use of the word “darling”, something he’s never called you before, but making a note to ask him to call you that more often, loving the way it made your heart melt.  

  “Okay, little bunny, focus your attention here now,”  you smirked and gestured to your clit once more.  Carl immediately dove down and started licking and sucking around your bud, making the occasional slurping noise while you helped him find a good pattern and rhythm.  “Yes, just like that, baby,”  you breathed out and brought your hands down to his head and tangled your fingers in his hair, involuntarily pulling his head closer to you.  He let out another groan into your pussy when he felt you tugging on his hair, his fingers pressed into your hips.  “Ohhh, doing such a good job for me, aren’t you?”  you crooned at him.  Carl reveled in your praise and kept licking, sucking, and slurping exactly the way you showed him, he had always been a fast learner and learning how to please his girlfriend was no exception.  Your moans grew louder and you started bucking your hips and grinding against his mouth.  With his hands still softly gripping the flesh of your hips, Carl pulled you in even closer, completely latching on and swirling his tongue around your swollen clit.  

  “Holy shit, ah~ slow down for a second, baby,”  you forced out between gasps and moans.  “You’re doing such a great job, you’re getting me close already,”  you reassured Carl as you stroked his hair so he didn’t think he did anything wrong.  “M’close too,”  he pulls away from you and nuzzles his cheek into your thigh. “I thought so…I want you to cum at the same time I do, sweetheart. Do you think you can do that?”  You realized this could be a tall order for him in his syrupy headspace, but you couldn’t help the fact that you wanted to wrap your legs around his head while his hips faltered as he made a total mess of your pillow.  “Whatever you want, baby, I’ll do whatever you want,”  he whispered against your skin as he left wet, absentminded kisses from your inner thighs back to your aching clit.  

  “Such a good boy, Carl, doing such a good job for me,”  you kept praising him as he sloppily lapped at you, his saliva spread around your sopping cunt, mixing it with your slick.  You felt droplets of the mixture dribble down your ass, more and more accumulated and eventually dripped onto the bed as he hungrily made out with your pussy.  Your stomach began to tighten, your legs tensed up and your moans became uncontrollable as you started to get lost in the pleasure Carl was giving you.  Tugging his hair and bucking up to his mouth, your walls clenched repeatedly as you started to get closer to your orgasm again.  Carl whined pathetically as he stared up at you with his nose pressed against your mound, watching your face contort and mouth fall open into silent screams.  His attention fell to your tits, reaching his hands up to cup them and brush his fingers over your hardened nipples before he gave them a slight pinch, pulling a downright pornographic moan from your throat.  His eye snapped back up to your face, now looking down at him with blushed cheeks, glossy eyes, and mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ shape.

  Carl loved the way you looked above him.  He thought you looked like a goddess and your moans were like a siren’s call that made him submerge himself in chasing your pleasure with you –possibly even enjoying this more than you were– drinking in everything you gave him.  “Mmmph, Carl… getting close baby,”  you let out a fairly pathetic whine of your own.  He released a short “mhm” into you.  He let you grind against his face as much as you wanted until you completely stilled your hips while your legs seized, he moved his hands back down to grip your hips to hold you still as your orgasm washed over you.  Screaming out incoherently about what a good job Carl was doing, how hard you’re cumming, and “Cum now, Carl, please! Want you to cum now!”  You squirmed in his hold as he slurped at you like it was the only thing that would keep him alive at that moment while his own orgasm ripped through him.  

  A guttural groan was pushed from his lungs as he stroked himself on the pillow.  Spurting a huge load onto it as he shook from the intensity, now lazily lapping at your clit while his hips finally slowed down after he shot out his last few ropes of cum.  You twitched slightly each time he grazed over your sensitive bundle of nerves while he licked up his spit as well as your slick and cum.  You released your grip on his hair and looked down at him, “You did so good, sweet boy, that felt amazing,”  you said as you gently pulled him up from between your legs, a string of spit and cum still connecting him to your pussy.  The whole area around his mouth and chin was covered in arousal and drool.  You wiped it off as much as you could and pulled him to your chest, both of you sweaty and panting.

  “Are you okay, Carl?”  You asked him, petting his hair, “Yeah…I’m good,”  he replied in a small voice in between pants.  “Good. You really did a great job, so proud of you,”  you placed little kisses at the top of his head, “such a good listener…and a quick study too,”  you noticed his hand roaming up to fondle your breast.  Clearly enjoying all the praise, he cuddled closer up to you and kissed all over your chest and you were taken aback when you felt his cock harden back up and dig into your hip.  “Do you want to keep going, honey?”  You asked him, craning your neck to see him better.  He kissed around your nipples, kitten-licking them as he rubbed his cock into the side of your hip.  He peered up at you with a needy look, “Tell me what you want, Carl,”  you cupped his cheek and looked at him sweetly. 

  “Can I…go inside please? Wanna feel you,”  he answered bashfully, falling even deeper into this headspace where he could let his mind turn to mush and just listen to your pretty voice telling him what to do.  “Alright. You should lay back though, little bunny, I bet your hips are tired,”  you teased him as you shifted him off of you and adjusted yourself to kneel above him, trapping both of his legs between your knees.  You saw his eye travel all over your body, taking in all of you.  The way your tits looked from right below, the curves your ribcage made that led into your waist, the smooth skin on your stomach and the slopes of your hips.  Looking down, you saw his hands twitch nervously, not knowing what to do with them.  You reach out and slowly take one of his hands and place it on your hip, “You might need something to hold onto,” you told him with a mischievous grin, fully intending on making him babble and whine from being so fucked out.  

  You took his hard cock into your hand and gave it a couple of strokes before you slid the tip of it along your soaking wet pussy, the sensation had Carl breathing heavily and letting out strangled curses.  “Ahh, hooo-fuck, fuck (y/n)...Please just…ohh goddd,”  he breathed out non-sensical pleas as you finally lined your entrance up with his throbbing cock and started to sit, his tip pushing into you.  Your breath caught in your throat as you sat fully, sheathing his length within you, squeezing him tightly with your gummy walls, trying to get used to his size.  You lean forward and press your chest against his, “Feels so good, baby,”  you moan into his ear, “Just lay back and let me take care of you, okay?”  He nodded quickly and whined into your shoulder.  You feel him shudder under your touch as you trail your fingertips up and down his biceps.  His hands hung onto your hips while you ground down onto him, making his face twist in pleasure.

  “Tell me how good it feels to have me wrapped around you, pretty boy,”  you told him as you started to slowly lift your hips and dropped them back down, sucking him into your heat over and over.  “S-so…you’re so warm…so wet,” Carl struggled to get the words out.  “Squeezing me so tight…so perfect, baby, never wanna leave,”  his slurred words were muffled by your shoulder.  “Good boy,”  you cooed at him and kissed along his jawline, to his chin and up to his plush lips before you sat up and put your hands on his chest to balance yourself.  “You feel good too, y’know? So hard…”  you said in a low voice as you picked up your hips, “And you fill me up just right,”  you suddenly sheathed yourself back onto his cock.  “Just like you were made for me, huh? Don’t you just fit inside me so well?”  Carl couldn’t do anything but nod his head at your filthy words while he made the lewdest sounds you’d ever heard.  His hands traced up your waist and moved up to splay his fingers over your ribs, fingertips grazing the soft flesh of your underboob as his hands languidly traveled up to paw at your tits.  

  You kept bouncing up and down, repeatedly slamming your hips onto Carl’s.  The poor boy kept trying to talk but every time he tried to speak, sweet little sobs would fall from his lips, “Y-yeah- ungh! Ah…made f’you! Please…”  he cried out.  “What are you saying please for, baby? Do you even know?”  Maybe you were being a touch too cruel but the way he looked up at you when you asked him that was priceless, you just couldn’t keep yourself from teasing him.  There’s a blank but desperate look in his eye as he stares at you with his tongue nearly hanging out of his mouth.  You rode him faster, clenching down and angling yourself, making his cock hit your g-spot over and over as you fuck yourself onto him, getting you and Carl closer to your second orgasm. 

  “Babe oh god…gon-mmmph…I,”  Carl made more useless attempts at speaking before you stopped him.  “Aww what’s wrong, sweetie? You gonna cum?”  Your voice laced with playful condescension, “Can’t hold it anymore, huh, baby? How long have you been holding on?”  You drew attention to the feeling that’s been bubbling up since you got on top of him.  A single tear slipped out of the corner of his eye as he gritted his teeth, doing his best to hold on as long as he could.  “Look at you, pretty boy,”  you cooed at him, “Trying so hard to fight it, being such a good boy trying to wait for me,”  he really was being such an obedient boy for you, the sight of him biting his lip and groping your tits while he laid there and took everything you were willing to give him like a champ.  You knew he was hanging on by a thread at this point and it wouldn’t take much more to snap the thread.  

  You started to lose yourself in the moment as well, the telltale tightening in your stomach threatening to come undone at any second, making your walls flutter erratically around Carl’s cock.  “Oh fuck, Carl,”  your head lolled back as you felt the clenching turn into full-blown spasms, involuntarily starting to grind more than bounce now.  You couldn’t focus on anything as your vision turned white.  Carl tried so hard to warn you that he was dangerously close to releasing his seed inside of you but the intensity sucked the air out of his lungs.  His knees buckled and his toes curled as he instinctively bucked his hips up into yours, fucking his jizz into your still convulsing pussy.  “Fuuuck,”  he cried out in a high-pitched, whiny voice.  You didn’t really absorb it, it sounded like there was water in your ears.  Your body tingled and you couldn’t even tell if you were moving your hips on purpose or if you were so zoned out that you just never stopped doing it and didn’t realize.  

  Carl could finally train his eye back onto you.  Tired, blissed-out eyes, blushed cheeks, covered in sweat, hair sticking to your skin.  “...like a goddess,”  his hushed words pulled you out of the trance you were in, your hearing returning to you.  You look down at him to see him already analyzing your features.  “What was that, pretty boy?”  You asked him as you lay down on his chest, propped up slightly on your elbows with his softening dick still inside you.  His eye snaps to yours as if he’s shocked you heard him.  

  “Just…you…look like a goddess,”  he spoke, still trying to catch his breath, “I was thinking that the whole time, you looked so pretty,”  his body started to relax under your weight.  “You looked amazing yourself, pretty boy,”  you kissed all over his face again.  “You make some really cute faces, did you know that? You look up at me like a puppy and hang your mouth open when something feels too good,”  you tell him, watching a goofy smile appear on his face, nerves fading slowly after realizing you were just as thrilled about what happened as he was.

  “Hold on, sweet boy, do you mind if I get up?”  Carl nodded at you, preparing to leave the comfort of your warmth, moaning quietly as you pulled yourself up onto your knees with shaky thighs.  He watched his cum ooze out of you after his soft cock was unsheathed from your stuffed cunt, eye rolling back in his head at the sheer sight of it.  A soft sigh leaves your lips as well, you situate yourself next to him and move him gently to rest his head on your stomach.  “How do you feel, baby?”  You knew it had to be weird for him to cope with the fading syrupy feeling.  “Good…tired…weird,”  he melted into your touch.  “Yeah, I bet, honey. Do you wanna take a shower and get cleaned up?”  You felt him nod, “But I wanna lay here for a little longer.”  “Of course, baby,”  you smile down at his mess of tangly brown hair that you were most definitely going to have to help him detangle in the shower.  

  You reach for his hair and twirl pieces of it around your fingers, trying to nurture his sub-space so he feels safe enough to go into this headspace with you again in the future.  As you lay there with him curled up next to you, completely naked and reeking of sex, you felt like you were forgetting something.  

  You thought about what it could be, looking around your room to see if anything would jog your memory.  The pillow Carl was humping? No, that wasn’t it…you knew you had to wash it but that was a given and couldn’t have been what you had forgotten.  You looked on the floor next to the bed, searching the piles of clothes for some type of clue.  Still no.  You look at your dresser, your eyes landing on your gun and holster, remembering how this whole situation started.  Catching Carl in your bed and watching him until you let your gun slip out of your hand and clunk against the dresser and…no before all that, focus.  You remember walking into your house to change your clothes before looking for your boyfriend to tell him…something…what was it?  

  “Hey, darlin’?”  Carl asked in a small, sleepy voice, reminding you of one thing you had almost forgotten.  “Yeah, baby?”  “Are you as hungry as I am?”  

THAT’S IT!  

“Right!! Dinner at Carol’s!”  In a sudden moment of realization, your voice came out louder than you meant and it made Carl jump.  “Oops sorry, baby,”  you giggled as you put your hand on his back, rubbing in soothing circles.  He turned to you with a look of amusement and confusion, “So dinner at Carol’s?”  He said.  “Yeah, your dad told me to find you and tell you. I bumped into him on my way back from my shift and I thought I’d change out of my sweaty clothes,”  you looked to the pile of shed clothing on the floor before looking back at Carl.  “So uh yeah…dinner at Carol’s and one more thing, Carl?”

“Yeah?”

“You have got to call me ‘darling’ more often, pretty boy,”  you put your thumb and index finger on each side of his jaw, making his lips form a slight pout, “You don’t even know how sweet you sound when you say it, do you?”  You look deeply into his eye, making him giggle and blush like an idiot.  His laughs die down and you just sit on the bed and enjoy the moment for all it has to offer.

*After chilling in bed for a bit*  

“We stink,”  you told Carl, trying to get him to stand up from the bed.  “Wouldn’t be the first or last time,”  he argued, not wanting to stand for some reason.  “I thought you said you wanted to shower? And aren’t you hungry too?”  Now you were just confused.  Why is he acting all shy again?  “C’mon, we can’t show up to dinner looking or smelling like this.”  You grabbed his arms and tried to pull him to his feet.  

Now you understand. 

He wobbled onto his feet like a newborn horse, nearly falling to his knees.  “Oh my god, Carl!”  You laughed as you supported him.  “Yeah, yeah. It’s real funny.  Just wait, I’m gonna have you like this soon enough.”  He mumbled as you walked helped him hobble to the bathroom.  “Looking forward to it, little bunny.”  That might be an even more apt nickname for him than you had originally thought.    

Me again! Sorry it took me so long to get this out, I've been trying to find a new job so that's been taking up a lot of my time lately which super sucks :( But anyway, I hope that you liked this!