â[Last message sent 12+ months ago, load older messages?]â Thatâs what his phone had said each and every time he had opened his text conversation with Grace for the past few weeks. He wouldnât dare guess how often he had started typing a message and stopped, deleting the text. So often in fact, he had to turn off the option to show that you were typing to contact because he would was afraid she would accidentally open their conversation and see him type.
He opened the conversation again, since two weeks ago it had a new conversation in it. âGuess where I just landed new job!â What a terrible way to restart a conversation after a year of silence, it wasnât even proper grammar. If it hadnât been for the copious amounts of rum and whiskey, he might never have sent it, which might mean he would have run a chance of randomly bumping into her in the city... no wait.... town. He wondered how long it would take him to get used to the silence of this place. It still terrified him. Silence in the city usually meant bad news.
He looked at the bag next to him, he was still moving stuff into his new âofficeâ, which meant he had to drag all his ropes, tools and toys to the new location. He wondered if it was a bad call to bring a bag full stuff directly related to their hardship with him to their first meeting in over a year.... no, he no longer wondered, it was definitely a bad call.
He had ordered them coffee and jam-filled croissants, like they sometimes had on sundays, way back when. In the corner of his eye he saw a shadow move across the wall before the door opened up. He stood up from his chair, faster than he had meant to, his heart skipping a beat upon seeing her, he had not been sure she would actually show up until now. âGrace!â He shouted as he opened up his arms for a hug.
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GRACIE
[ FLASHBACK ]
They were only twenty minutes into the movie, but Grace couldnât have been more bored. She shifted in her seat, turning and playing with her hair. Then she twisted around again, sighed heavily as she turned her attention to Wes. His attention was mostly on the movie, but she wiggled a little closer to him all the same. Her head leaned against his shoulder. Grace had one armed wrapped around his to pull him in, but slowly her hand travelled lower, moving down his side to the waist of his jeans. She was glad theyâd decided to stay in and watch a movie rather than go to the theater, but she wasnât sure she wouldnât have done the same thing in public. Feigning perfect attention on the screen, her fingers roamed down to stroke lightly up and down his cock.
Wes
He had wondered if she was just trying to find the right position to sit, like the little lean she did when she sat against him, her head on his shoulder. But it was clear she had other intentions. He smiled as he looked at her sideways, her cheeky smile as she reached down but kept her eyes on the screen. He softly moved away her hair from her shoulder and kissed her neck, his own hand finding a resting place in her lower back, his fingertips ever so slightly reaching inside her pants, while the other undid the button on his jeans.
GRACIE
She could feel the instant he caught on, when a smile lit over his face to match hers. She couldnât keep up the facade when he kissed her neck. Instead she sat up on her knees and turned towards him, pressing her face into his shoulder. âWeeeeeees.â She whimpered, his hand on the small of her back making her feel so sensitive it almost burned. âI want you inside me.â He popped open the button and Grace obliged with the zipper, reaching inside to pull him out fully. She was half tempted to just get on her knees, but that wouldnât fill the emptiness inside. âI need you.â
Wes
The way she pressed herself into his shoulder, the whimpering. It excited him like nothing else could, he instantly felt himself aching for her touch. "God, you're beautiful." He pulled her in for a kiss and as they kissed he stood her up in front of the couch, his own pants falling on the floor. He undid her button for her as well, hooking his thumbs inside her pants and pulling them down together with her underwear. Instead of standing back up he knelt down. He placed small kisses on her inner thigh, moving slowly upwards, eventually placing a kiss upon her center. "You're really going to deny me my favorite treat aren't you?" He said smiling before sitting down on the couch.
GRACIE
He lifted her up from the seat with an effortless ease, and Grace melted against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she wiggled her hips, until her pants fell to the ground with his. She started to reach for him, to stroke him long and slow, but he moved too quickly. Before she could react, he was down on his knees, kissing up her legs, higher and higher. She dropped her head back, a moan slipping out before she even tried to hold it back. And then he moved back to the couch, and Grace crawled up into his lap. âBut...â She pouted, letting her finger trail over his chest and down. âI need it, now.â
Wes
Her moan seemed to echo in his head, such a wonderful sound. "Well very well, I won't deny it to you." He said smiling before pulling her in for another kiss. His hand moving up her leg, over her sides, over her stomach to eventually rest upon her breast. He slipped it underneath her bra and softly caressed her, gently twirling her nipple between his thumb and finger. Using his other hand he lined himself up underneath her, already feeling the heat radiating from her. He broke the kiss, softly kissing her neck again before talking. "Go ahead, go take what's yours."
GRACIE
With a little effort, she balanced herself on top of Wes, already grinding down to press against him. She could feel how wet she was getting, how desperate and eager she was just to have him slip inside. Grace leaned in and tangled her fingers in his hair, letting out another breathy moan. She liked the smile on his face; she could almost taste it. With his agreement, she lowered herself down, holding her breath as he breached her. Grace bit her lip, her hips rising up just a bit before she sank deeper onto him. âFuck, you feel so good.â
Wes
A moan escaped his lips as she lowered herself on top of him, louder than he had intended. He could only respond with a soft "fuuuck" as she started to move. Her warmth and wetness surrounding him, embracing him. He removed her shirt from her and placed his hands on her back, slowly and gently dragging his nails down before taking a firm hold of her ass. He started to move with her, guiding the rythm and increasing the pace, he wanted more of her. He needed her.
GRACIE
She took him as deep as she could, feeling the stretch inside her. She arched her back as his nails dragged down her skin, leaving little dark scratches turning slightly pink. Wes came up to meet her at each thrust, and she put a hand on his shoulder to balance herself. She could feel his hard muscles underneath his tee shirt, before she started tugging at the bottom hem to get him to remove it. She wanted to taste his skin, dig her nails in hard and pull him closer. He quickly picked up the rhythm and she followed, rising up to meet every thrust. Still pulling on his shirt, she put a hand back into his hair to pull him in for another kiss.
Wes
He felt her rhythm, her movements, her pressure on him, it intoxicated him, almost overwhelming him. Her tugging at his shirt brought him back to reality, her impatience only made him want to keep the shirt on that much longer. Eventually he relented and pulled his shirt of with a swift move, his fingers aching as they had to let go of her. He didn't even pay attention to where he thew the shirt, all he knew is that he needed to get rid of it as soon as possible. One hand found its way back to get lower back, the other mimicked hers and pulled her in for a kiss his lips had been longing for.
The way she moved, her warmth and her kiss, all started to affect him. It wasn't long before he started to feel the tensing in his lower body approach.
Wes
His heart was racing, his breath high and shallow. His mind kept racing to their text conversation, he had read her last message at least a dozen times before responding. He still couldn't quite believe what it had said, he had never dreamed that this day may come, yet here it was. 'iâve made up my mind. i want to be with you.' It had been over a year since they were together, a year of aching and loneliness, a year of ignoring the feelings inside of him. He had basically run to his car the moment she invited him over, usually he made sure his hair was done correctly, that his outfit was perfect, but this time he had stepped into his car without checking his mirror and was racing towards her.
It would not have taking him that much longer to walk, but any second he could save was worth it, besides, he probably would have run, which would have left him even more a mess. As he parked his car he rested his head on his steering wheel, a bundle of emotions welling up inside of him. He was a mess, he liked to think himself as being calm and collected, but she had always removed all sense of control from him, and this time was no different. Only different in the sense that it was way worse. He took a deep breath and left his car, trying to ignore his trembling as the door behind him.
He made his way to her front door, his hand hovering in front of it before he knocked. The moment he knocked he realized he had no idea what he would say, he didn't even know what to say when she opened the door. When she finally did, he couldn't manage much more than a "H-Hey, I'm here."
GRACIE
She set the phone down with shaking hands. It has been difficult to come to the decision, but she was surprised by just how relieved sheâd felt once sheâs made it. Like there was never really another choice, not really. Like this was always meant to happen. Everything else was just stuff that got in the way. His job, her family... it didnât really matter. It felt right.
The short drive couldnât have taken him very long, but it felt like ages. Grace paced the floor of her bedroom from one end to the other and back. She put her hair up, then took it down, then put it back up again. She couldnât figure out what to do with her hands. Eventually she just gave up, stood next to the door and tried to wait until he knocked.
But when she saw him, she couldnât help but just throw her arms around his neck. âIâm sorry. iâm so sorry I made you wait, but I just didnâtâ There was no way I couldâve, I didnât, I didnât know how toââ She started and stopped, then just gave up. She just wanted him to hold her.
Wes
It had taken him about a blink of an eye after she had started talking to hug her. He stepped inside and held her close to him, gently shushing her ramblings. "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here now." He placed his lips on her and blindly fumbled at the door, eventually finding the handle and closing it behind him.
Her touch was electric, without realizing it his body had ached for her soft skin, her gentle touch, her lips on his. He had been a traveler in the desert without water, and her kiss was his oasis. He bent down a little and moved his hands down to her legs, lifting her up and holding her between his body and the wall.
The move had been a little more roughly than intended, he heard something fall down on the other side of the wall, but he hardly noticed and definitely didn't care. Breaking the kiss for a second, he spoke. "Fuck, I've missed you, Grace. I love you so much."
GRACIE
She nearly tripped trying to move backwards (an elegant move; her parents had always said she was well named), but she anchored herself against him. Â She felt herself melting, her knees going week, when they kissed. It felt like time had shifted; sheâs stop living when he was gone, sheâd just been going through the motions. Now things were in color again.
She kept her arms wrapped around his neck, and when his trailed down, she wiggled herself into a position where he could easily pick her up. She always liked that, how big and strong he was. It made her feel safe, like she was untouchable when she was with him. When she belonged to him.
A soft moan left Graceâs mouth as she was pushed back into the wall, but her legs slid into place around his waist. She moved her fingers up into his hair, down along his jaw to his neck, touching wherever she could touch just to savor the feel of touching him. âI missed you, too. I love you. I canât believe youâre really here.â
Wes
He felt her grab onto him, a feeling he had been missing for way too long. Her legs around his waist seemed to immediately find their former spot. He felt her fingers through his hair, the way no one else could. His heart seemed to cry out at her words. He burried his face in her neck and whispered. "I'm here, and I'm not leaving. I'm never letting go."
He shifted her weight and took her to the living room and sat down on the couch. He lifted up her shirt and placed his hands on her sides. He wasn't even trying to undress her, he just wanted more contact between them, he needed to feel every inch of her. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her against him, holding her close. His lips trailing a path across her neck to her lips again. He couldnt stop touching and kissing her, his heart wouldn't allow him.
GRACIE
He tasted warm and slightly sweaty, but she was practically drunk on his touch, so she didnât mind. âGood. I donât want you to go anywhere ever again. Or if you do go somewhere, you have to take me. If you could shrink me down into a very small person, I would live in your pocket.â That sounded ridiculous when she said it out loud, but it felt right. It felt perfect.
He sat down on the couch and Grace snuggled in closer. She kept her nose buried into his shoulder, making a soft whimpering noise every time his hands shifted on her body. It felt like he wasnât close enough, like he wouldnât be close enough until she somehow dissolved herself into his skin. âYou wonât get tired of me? You wouldnât think I should be more...â Beautiful? Perfect? Kinky? âMore?â
Wes
He gave a small snort at her shrinking down comment, not a mocking one, just one in genuine surprise and amusement. Only she had the ability to make such weird metaphors that at the same time sounded so lovely. As she snuggled into him he kissed her head, running his hand through her hair. Taking in her smell that brought back so many lovely memories. "I don't think the world can handle anything as cute as a tiny Grace, besides, that'd make you that much more harder to hug." He said lovingly as he squeezed her a little tighter.
"And I'll never get tired of you. How could I ever get tired of this? You give me everything my heart desires, you fill me with warmth and love. I don't want to be more, or less, or different. I want you. Only you. As you are right here."
GRACIE
She bit a little nip into his shoulder, watched the little pink  that bloomed over his skin, even though she hadnât put much effort into it. Like maybe he needed marks to match hers. For just a minute, she let herself fantasize about what it might be like to wear his collar. To really, completely, belong to him.
She could feel her cheeks heating up, turning a little pink despite her skin tone. Grace had always craved everyoneâs approval, and with all the praise and reassurance, she was practically floating in it. âPromise? Even if I get moody and I turn into a brat?â
Wes
He felt her little bite into him. He smiled, he was used to a little pain here and there. A bite or some nails didn't really bother him anymore, in fact it excited him to see her express herself. He could feel her get lost in thought for a bit, he wondered what she was thinking about, it felt like it was something that excited her.
He laughed at her question. "I promise. I'll just make tea and feed you chocolates if you get moody. And if you get bratty... Well, let's just say that I'll know of ways to deal with that." He hugged her and softly tapped her ass to emphasize what he kind of ways had to deal with her bratty side.
GRACIE
Her arms wrapped around him so tight, she could almost feel the thump of his heart against her face. Beating as fast as hers, in perfect time. She didnât want to move. She wanted to stop time and spend every second of the rest of her life here in his arms.
She sat up a bit, tracing her finger in slow circles over his tee shirt, and grinned at him. One eyebrow tilted up. âAre you sure? I have been told I am a handful. I donât know if you can handle me.â
Wes
He smiled at her finger trailing his chest, he could feel the soft movement through his shirt and it left him with goosebumps. "oh I'm sure, I can put you across my knees and that will be that. Besides, I don't mind a little bit of a challenge, that's one of the million reasons I'm here right now."
GRACIE
âThere are a million different reasons?â She leaned her head back down against his chest, perfectly content to stay there forever. âYou can turn the tv on, if you want. We can order food. I just want you to hold me for a while.â
Wes
He nodded. "A million billion." He closed his eyes, letting his head lay on top of hers. "We'll order food later, for now, let's just stay like this for a bit." He held her and let the warmth and comfort of her come over him. Currently he was the luckiest and happiest man alive and he wanted nothing else than this.
