#rainbowforecast

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The alarm goes off in the bedroom. Vincent wakes up and notices that you're missing. He sits up and sees the red stain that has taken your place. Groggily, he makes his way to the bathroom and knocks on the door.

"Um, I'll be out in a minute!" You reply while folding toilet paper into a makeshift pad. "I hope," you mutter to yourself.

"Do you need anything? I saw the bedsheets," Vincent states.

"Oh no, Vinny, I'm so sorry! I wasn't expecting it this early! I'll clean it up, I promise!" You apologize with panic in your voice.

"Don't worry about it, doll. I can get rid of a small bloodstain," he smirks to himself. "Can I come in?"

"Umm," you hesitate as you pull up your new panties. He opens the door before you give him an answer. A gasp escapes you as your wide eyes meet his tired eyes. "I didn't say it was ok!"

Vincent stood in the doorway, not yet entering the bathroom. "Sorry," he muttered, "but you still didn't answer my first question. Do you need anything?" He repeated.

"I didn't bring anything for this," you admit. "Maybe you should take me home." A sense of sadness washes over you. Surely this was not what Vincent had planned for your shared weekend.

"No, it's alright. There's a drugstore nearby. I can buy what you need and we'll be back here in a jiffy," he assures you with a smile. "Don't give up this easily, doll."

You smile back at Vincent. He leaves the doorway and goes to get dressed. As he waits for you to get dressed, he collects your old panties and the bedding to start treating the bloodstains.

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At the drugstore, he holds your hand as you pick out what you need. His other hand carries the basket of your items. Sometime between grabbing medicine and a hot water bottle, Vincent sneaks some saltwater taffy into the basket. After you pick out what you need, you start to feel lightheaded and cling on to Vincent's arm.

"Can't get enough of me, huh doll?" He chuckles as be notices your body weight leaning into him. "Let's get you back to my place. You should eat something."

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Vincent makes toast while heating up water for the hot water bottle. You drink down the medicine as he carries a tray from the kitchen. He rests the tray on the table and sits next to you on the couch. First, he places the hot water bottle on your lower belly. Then he hands you a plate. Two slices of toast with pats of butter and some jam.

Vincent takes an orange off of the tray and starts peeling it. He places the first orange slice on your plate. "A light breakfast for now. Let me know if you want a bigger breakfast. I know it can be difficult for you to hold food down during this time."

"Thank you, Vinny," you smile before taking a bite of toast.

"Anything for you, princess. Now eat what you can for me." He places half of the orange slices on your plate and starts eating his half. One of his hands makes its way behind you, resting on your lower back. The warmth radiating to your sore muscles.

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When you've finished eating, you decide it's time to learn what Vincent had planned for this weekend.

"Vinny, I don't want this to get in the way of what you had planned for us. Are we still on schedule?" You finally ask.

"Relax, doll. This comes first." Vincent leaned in and planted a kiss on your forehead. "Besides, anything that we don't get around to this weekend can be saved for a future weekend."

"Surely this morning isn't going as planned, but we still have the rest of the day to catch up. What did you have scheduled for today?" You place a hand on the hot water bottle, pressing it into your abdomen to relieve some pain.

Vincent lets out a sigh. "I was supposed to take you out for breakfast."

"You didn't plan on making me toast?" You gave a playful pout. "It was so good and I loved how you cut it into little triangle halves. It was so thoughtful of you."

Vincent rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm glad that you liked it, but no, I didn't plan on making you toast. You liked the triangles? It was either that or rectangles. Triangles seemed more fancy."

You giggled. "Yes, I liked the triangles. They were very fancy."

"You're so sweet," he kissed your neck. "Speaking of sweet, I got you something else from the drugstore." He reached into his pocket and took out a piece of saltwater taffy. "A little treat," he said with a wink.

Your face lit up as you gasped. "I haven't had one of these in so long!"

Vincent admired your expression as he unwrapped the candy and brought it to your mouth. You parted your lips and took in the candy.

"See? Today doesn't have to go as planned, or else I would have never thought to buy this for you." He leaned back, into the corner of the couch and gestured for you to join him. You laid down on your side. Your back pressing into his chest, your head under the crook of his neck, and your hot water bottle still on your lower belly. He wrapped his arm around your waist.

"I'm sorry this weekend isn't going as planned," you start to apologize. Your hand rubbing over a cramp in the top of your thigh.

"You don't have to apologize. It's better that you're here where I can take care of you." He removes his hand from your waist to massage the cramp in your thigh. "I wouldn't be able to do this if I took you out for breakfast, could I?"

Your eyelids started to feel heavy. "No, I suppose not." You closed your eyes. "Will you tell me what else you had planned?"

"Only if you promise me that we'll do it another time," he pleaded.

"I promise."

He smiled into your hair. "I was going to take you to the aquarium."

Your heart sunk. "Oh no, I'm so–"

"Shhh," Vincent cut you off. "You promised me we'll go another time, doll. You need to stay in today. You hardly had an appetite for breakfast and by the looks of it, you're ready for a nap. I want to take you there when you're feeling better."

"Is it because I'm bleeding? Do you think the sharks will get me?" You sleepily ask.

"What? No, that's not how that–. You would have to be in the water with the sharks. Sweetheart, do you really think–?" He stammered.

"'M jus' kiddin', Vin," you slur in your tired state. "I know, the water an' the air. Mmm. Tell me again?" You ask, hoping to listen to his voice as you drift off to sleep.

"Of course, doll," he kisses your hair. Vincent starts to explain the differences to you as you quickly fall asleep to his voice, in the comfort of his embrace. He doesn't notice until he's halfway in to his third example. "So if you were at the beach and not in the water–. Doll? Asleep already? I'll finish when you're awake."

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It's early in the evening when you and Vincent arrive at his apartment. Sitting in his living room, you were still thinking about the upcoming storms that Vincent reported on earlier that day.

"I've decided on what kind of fundraiser to host to raise money for the storms!" you exclaimed as Vincent entered the living room, bringing in two glasses of Coke. "A bake-sale! Who wouldn't want freshly baked treats? And the money will help out with repairing the damage from the storms."

Vincent hands you a glass of Coke and sits next to you. "That's a great idea, but do you really think a fundraiser is necessary?"

"Of course! Think about it, we know the storms are going to cause damage to the buildings and people's homes. I'm sure the money we raise will make a difference! I can't stop thinking about all of those poor souls who will be affected," you explain.

"You're so thoughtful," Vincent said while reaching an arm around your shoulder. "A bake-sale is a big commitment. Have you thought about asking anyone for help?"

"You know my Aunt Bee, Beelzebub? I called her earlier and she said she's interested! She won't be able to come into town until next week, but that's still a few days before the storms hit," you explain while leaning into him. "I have some ideas for what we should bake, but I'll need to go over it with her before I make a shopping list. Maybe I should buy a few things now. I'll definitely need more eggs!"

He takes a sip of his Coke. "Relax, doll. You'll have plenty of time later. As for now, let's enjoy our evening together." He plants a kiss on your forehead.

"I suppose you're right. What do you have planned for us this evening?" You look at him eagerly, "Another movie at the drive-in?"

"I was thinking we could stay in this time," he started. "It's more private here. More… intimate." The lust in his voice giving him away.

"And with better lighting so I don't lose my unmentionables in the backseat of your car again?" You flash him a smirk.

"Exactly," he eagerly replies. He reaches into his pocket. "I stopped by the drugstore yesterday. I thought we might need these. Better safe than sorry, right?" He nervously chuckles.

You look at what he pulled out of his pocket. Your eyes widen at what you see. "Vinny," you gasp. "My- my parents!"

"Your parents said no sex. What I have in mind isn't sex. I'll be inside of you, making you nice and full, but that's all. No sex," he explains.

Your face twists in a puzzled expression "I don't know about this, Vinny. Are you sure it's ok?"

"I'm sure, doll. Remember how nervous you were about this?" He cups your breast.

"Yes," you giggle.

"And now you love it, don't you, doll?" He rubs this thumb along your breast. "Can we try this? Please? We can stop whenever you want."

"Well, ok," you agree.

"Oh thank you, doll." He kisses your forehead again. "I'll need to get this on first." He pulls down his slacks, revealing his half-hard member. You watch as he unrolls the condom down the length of his shaft. He gestures for you to stand up. He slides his hands up your skirt and pulls your panties down. He brings his head close and places kisses along your thighs. Grabbing the back of your hips, he pulls you onto his lower thighs. "Now let's get you ready for me."

The crook of his nose traces along your skin as he peppers your neck in kisses. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he kisses lower and lower. He kisses your breast through your shirt, his member fully hardening at the sound of your soft moans.

He lowers his hand and slips his fingers under your skirt, rubbing against your lower lips. Your wetness coats his fingers before he spreads your lips. "Oh, you're ready for me, baby," he says while looking at you with hunger in his eyes.

His hands move to your hips, guiding you down onto his length. You wince and turn your face away in embarrassment. Vincent lets out a chuckle and a soft smile spreads across his face. His hand reaches up to cup the side of your face. "Please don't turn away. You're so beautiful." You melt into his hand. "Let me see your pretty face, doll."

Slowly, you sit up and look into his eyes: one blue, one green. "I don't think I can go any further. It's almost painful," you confess.

"I'm sorry, doll." He slides his hand up your skirt and between your lower lips. "This will help," he coaxes as he tenderly massages your sensitive bump. Soon, you find that it's easier to slide down onto him. Fully seated on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips. His entire length is inside of you.

You bury your face into the crook of his neck and try to stifle a moan. Vincent keeps rubbing and presses harder onto your bump. "Please princess, let me hear your lovely noises. Let me hear how good I make you feel," he groans.

"Mmph Vinny," your warm breath falling on his collar bone. "It feels good, but are you sure this is ok?"

"What? Of course, baby!" He quickly retorts. "But if you think we're moving too fast, I can go slower for you." He brings his hands to your front and starts cupping your breasts through your blouse. "How does this feel, doll? More familiar?"

"Ohh," you mewl as you nod. "Yes, Vinny." You pull away from his neck to sit up. Your face now in front of his. Your innocent eyes meet his soft gaze and the palms of your hands meet his chest.

"Good," he groans. "I can't have my princess feeling too scandalous." He winks as he pinches your bud.

Your breath hitches and your cheeks feel warm.

He chuckles. "Blushing for me?" His hands slide up underneath your blouse. One hand groping at one breast, and the other hand playing with the bud on your other breast. His own face blushing as the sounds of your moans fill the air.

You feel something building up deep inside. Your walls clamp down on his member. The sensation causes him to twitch inside of you. The pressure on your walls elicits a gasp from you.

He continues tending to your bud with one hand, his other hand working its way down to your sensitive bump to stroke circles around it. "Mm, feeling good?" He asks as he feels your walls pulsate around his member.

The tips of your fingers dig into his shirt. "I- mmph! I'm very close. This is dangerous, Vinny," you hiss as you feel the pleasure rising.

"Relax, doll. We're not doing anything wrong," he coaxes. "I'll stop if you want me to, but I don't hear you telling me to stop, do I?" He watches your face and waits for an answer.

You imagine how you'll ache from the absence of his touch. "No, don't stop." You place your hand over his lower hand, encouraging him to continue rubbing along your bundle of nerves. "Please," you beg breathlessly.

He fights to hide his smile as you plead for his touch. His hard member twitches inside your walls. Your walls squeeze around him as you approach your release.

"Mm, getting close again?" A smug grin spreads across his face.

You nod and cover your mouth with your hand.

"My doll, come for me, please. Stop holding back," he softly begs. "It's going to feel so good for both of us, trust me."

You remove your hand from your mouth and place your hands on Vincent's shoulders. You close your eyes and focus on Vincent's thumb on your bundle of nerves. Your grip on his shoulders tightens. Moans escape your lips as waves of pleasure course through your body.

He cups your cheek with one hand, admiring how your face twists with the pleasure he brought you. Your walls rhythmically squeeze his member. He feels a familiar tightness before his load releases into you. "Charlie! Ah!" He huffs, spilling into the condom. "Mm, didn't that feel good, doll?"

"Oh Vinny, that was-" a knock on the door interrupts your reply. You look down to where you and Vincent are still connected. Your stomach drops.

"It's ok, doll," Vincent whispers when he notices the fear in your eyes. He gently lifts you off of his half-hard member. There's another knock on the door. "Just a minute!" Vincent calls towards the door, removing the condom and tying a knot before stashing it out of sight. "Go to the bathroom and freshen up," he instructs as he buttons up his slacks. He combs his hair with his fingers as he makes his way towards the door.

You're straightening your skirt and fixing your tousled hair in the bathroom mirror when you hear Vincent answer the door. "Oh, Mr. Morningstar! What a pleasure to see you, sir!" You gulp.

"Charlie's boyfriend! Is Charlie still here? Her Aunt Bee needs to talk to her about the upcoming bake-sale Charlie is planning." Lucifer explains.

"I didn't know Charlie was planning a bake-sale," Vincent lies to buy you more time. "Is there anything that I can help with?"

"I'm not surprised that she didn't tell you. I highly doubt your baking abilities. And you don't look like you'd make a good cook either," Lucifer scoffs.

"Right," Vincent shakes off the jab. "Well, Charlie's in the bathroom, I'm sure she'll be out soon," Vincent says while craning his head towards the bathroom. You hurry out of the bathroom and make your way to the door. The last thing you want is your dad to come in and figure out what you and Vincent were doing.

"Hi dad!" You stand in the doorway with Vincent, blocking the entrance. Vincent's hand instinctively finding your waist. Abashed, you brush his hand off.

"Char-Char! Aunt Bee is going to stop by the house to talk to you about your bake-sale. I told her you would be back before she arrives," Lucifer illustrates the urgency of the matter.

"Oh? She told me she wouldn't be in town until next week," you start. "I already made plans for this evening."

Vincent's stomach growls. You had planned to make dinner that night.

"With this guy?" Lucifer gestures at Vincent. "No, no, Charlie. Let's go home. We can't have Aunt Bee waiting. Besides, you know your mom wouldn't approve of you staying so late at a man's home. You know what it could lead to," Lucifer admonishes. He has no idea what happened earlier and you want it to stay that way.

"Sir, I would never-" Vincent starts before you stop him.

"I should go, Vincent. I don't know when I'll have another chance to plan the bake-sale with my aunt. I'm sorry, but I'll make it up to you later," you assure him with a hug.

"Alright Charlie, let's go," Lucifer taps his foot impatiently.

Vincent sneakily plants a kiss on your neck before you're able to pull away from the embrace.