No I Don't Have a God Complex.

“On your what?” Nate asked as his hands traveled along May’s slender shoulders, “You mean shoulders?” He asked, a small smile tugging at his lips, “No? Hmmm, let’s see. Must have heard you wrong. How about here? Waist?” He inquired, this time his smile mischievous as he tugged her closer. When she flashed him her signature look of irritation, Nate chuckled and brought his hands to her hips, “Maybe here?” He hummed while digging his fingers into her soft curves. A feeling he’d never get tired of.  When he could tell her irritation was morphing into infuriation, he brushed his hands over the globes of her perfect ass and squeezed hard as his lips found the special spot on her neck. The one that usually got him out of trouble. “Oh, you meant your ass. Should have just said so in the first place.”

Matt: That batting cage thing can become a reality as soon as next week! J wants to check it out when I go next so why not come with?

May: if they were then you'd be all over one of them instead of me. my independence is important to me. i went too long with people telling me how to be or live my life. i'm done what that.

May: how no masculine of you. you should revoke your balls

May: it doesn't bother me you dont know anything about cars. thats why you pay people who do

Nate: Good. No one should ever tell you how to live your life.

Nate: Now where to put that glorious mouth of yours is another story ;)

Nate: Yeah, nope.

May: it's cool. you doing your thing makes this easier. i don't feel you're so on top of me for attention

May: some bullshit thing with the alternator

Nate: yeah, you'll never have the issue with me. One of the things I like most about you, is that you're independent. You don't need a man. Like you didn't chase me.

Nate: Those women might be fun for a night, but they aren't worth shit long term.

Nate: I appreciate that you're your own person. And not the jealous type.

May: hey punk. i'm at the mechanics and bored out of my mind

Nate: Hey sorry. Surgeries back to back. Downside of dating a godly surgeon.

Nate: What happened to your car?

Nate looked over at the dancer and shook his head. “Guess I must look like real shit for you to take a break from your dancing to come over and ask,” he remarked before taking a sip from his beer, “but nah, I’m good, man. Just thinking.” Yeah, some might say the club with al the chaos and noise was a weird place to reflect, but for the surgeon, it’d become an almost second home. Well, third if he counted May’s new place. “You don’t have to babysit me. I’m good. Really.”

While a dom at heart (in pretty much all aspects of his life), Nate couldn’t nor wouldn’t deny how much he loved it when his girlfriend (still a foreign word) took control. Without putting up any sort of fight, he gave her a cheesy salute before, like a stripper, began peeling away his clothing. Once completely nude, he arched a brow and while dropping to his knees at a painstakingly slow speed, (and trying to keep a straight face) drawled, “Like this, Madam?”

May: think it’s because I didn’t trip all over my feet and tried to impress you so you’d fuck me?

May: eh, there’s an appeal. On most days

Nate: Possibly. Although you did fuck me the first night we met ;). Not that I'm complaining. Speaking of, we should revisit the ambulance again.

May: were you always this way or do I get the special honors?

May: because of your dick?

Nate: Nope. Before you I was pretty much a manwhore asshole. Don't know what you did to me. Seriously.

May: total winners. Your mom and dad wouldn’t like to see what I do to their son when I have free reign

May: send your neighbors a giant dong as a present. That’ll stop the visits

Nate: Well, I promise I may fuck up a lot, but I'll never do anything to intentionally hurt you.

Nate: Now I sound like a fucking sap.

Nate: It's true though

Liz:Sounds good, when shall we meet?

Nate: No, I meant I’d send you a certificate, so you could take someone out to dinner. My treat.