#podra

He’d been the one who wanted this. Podrick knew the meaning of poetic justice. But at the time, he’d wanted what he’d wanted and now, he still did.

Except Meera presented a whole other problem.

She turned him into a person he didn’t recognize. But he really liked that person. He liked him a lot.

And he liked her a lot.

He’d even venture to say he loved her.

Meera rolled over beside him in bed. The afternoon sun was streaming in through the blinds, and she was only wearing his t-shirt. No knickers. Nothing else. She hiked her thigh over his. “What time do you have to leave for work?”

“Hour or so,” he replied, tightening his hold on her so she could roll on top of him, thighs straddling his hips. He could feel her heat radiating from her centre like her flesh was smouldering.

She licked her lips and bent over him. “Pod? Do you have time?”

“I always have time for you, love.”

Giggling, she sat back, his shirt engulfing her small frame. “Can I keep this for now?” She pulled it out by the hem.

He nodded. “Looks better on you, anyway.”

Another giggle. The sound was going to do him in. Especially with how she was rocking her hips over him, waking up what never really slept while she was nearby. Gods, how had this happened?

She reached down between them, stroking him in her hand before reaching for his side table drawer. She made a cute little sad face when she did. “You’re out.”

Podrick smirked and rolled her over. “Guess I’ll just have to do this for you, then.”

“Pod!” she squealed as her head hit his pillows. He pushed up the hem of the t-shirt and lowered his head between her legs.

He liked the sounds she made when he was here. He liked how she tried to trap him between her legs when she was close. As if he’d ever leave when he could make her cry out his name over and over again.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her sex. “So fucking gorgeous.”

“What?” Meera asked, her hand in his hair. “I couldn’t hear you.”

He licked his lips and froze. He knew he should tell her what he wanted. That he wanted more than just this. He wanted all of her all the time. Seven hells, he wanted her to live here. Not back at her place.

And he definitely didn’t want anyone else involved. He wanted to commit. He wanted monogamy. He wanted Meera.

“You’re on my hand,” he said, wriggling his fingers under her left ass cheek.”

“Oh!” she said, raising. “Sorry!”

“No problem,” he lowered his head again, coveting every sound that came out of her mouth and wishing he could keep them for himself for always.

When she came this time, she had her hand in his hair, and she bucked uncontrollably like she was both trying to get away from him and chase him down. Gods, he liked it when it ended like that.

He pillowed his head against her thigh and traced around her navel.

She had her hand in hair. “What’d you really say, Pod?”

He swallowed and didn’t look at her. “I said you’re beautiful. So fucking gorgeous.”

She smiled. “Thank you. So are you.”

“No, I...” he pushed up and locked eyes with her. “No, I mean it. You’re really---“

“Do you think I don’t mean it?” she asked, eyes wide. “I would never---“

“No, I know, but I don’t think you understand what I’m saying. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with. Past, present, and likely future.”

She swallowed and blinked. “What do I do with that, Pod?”

He shook his head. “You could just... move in here and we could figure it out.”

She pushed up on her elbows. “Did you just ask me to move in with you? I thought this was casual!”

“It is,” he said, groaning and letting his face fall to her thigh again. “It is.”

“No...” she said pulling him back up again. “No, this hasn’t been for a while... And I agree with you. I’d like more. But I think your proposal is out of order.”

“Sounds good to me,” he teased.

“We have to figure this out. And then... then, I might move in here. Maybe.”

Podrick pushed forward and kissed her lips. “Sorry. I just wanted to kiss you.”

“I said ‘maybe’,” she reminded him, kissing him back. “Only maybe.”

“I like maybe,” he murmured. “I want more maybe.”

She smiled against his lips. “You have to get ready for work.”