What a Day! Who: Elsie and Ethan Sawyer What: The wedding night When: Backdated to Monday night Where: Elsie's apartment Rating: NC-17 for sexual content Status: Complete
At the end of the day, Elsie sat back in her chair and ran her hands through her hair. What a day. She’d spent most of her time since lunch pondering married life. In fact, the only time she had left her desk was to inform the editor-in-chief of her new marital status. He congratulated her, and offered the new couple some time off for a honeymoon. She thanked him, told him she’d ask Ethan what he thought, and got some information on what they should do from there. He told her she could leave a little early as she had no active stories that day. She did so, leaving at three. She went by the Social Security Administration and the DMV to update her name. On the way home she impulsively stopped at a lingerie store, picking out a few outfits to try. Then she raced home, seeing that it was already evening, thinking Ethan would be home and waiting.
He wasn’t. Pissed, she flopped down on her couch, hoping he’d thought to bring home some food since they’d missed lunch.
Ethan had gotten off slightly early too and he'd walked. Walked around just to think about everything. His newly married status. The simple fact that he had a wife now. It was all a bit overwhelming. He'd stopped in a few stores here and there and simply lost track of time as he talked to one of the clerks. He did pick up a pizza on his way home though, figuring that Elsie would be hungry. He wasn't sure whether to go to his apartment or hers. He stood in the hall for a good ten minutes before lightly knocking on her door.
Hearing the knock on her door, Elsie jumped up and ran over to it. She peeked out the peephole and smiled when she saw it was Ethan. Forcing her smile into a frown, so she didn’t look too excited, she threw the door open. “Mr. Sawyer,” she said sternly, “you live here now. You don’t have to knock. And you’re late—where were you?” she asked, hands on her hips.
He raised a brow at her. "You know, for a second there, you sounded like a wife." he told her. "I was walking. And getting dinner." he told her, offering up the pizza. "I left my car at work and walked because I kinda got married today and wanted to think a little. It's a lot to handle ya know."
"Tell me about it," she said with a snort. She stood aside, waving him in, and shut the door behind him. "Put the pizza on the counter," she said, following behind him. "I've got several surprises for you, Mr. Sawyer." She was calling him that deliberately, smirking as she did.
He did as she said and put the pizza on the counter. "Surprises?" he questioned a little confused. "What kind of surprises?"
Elsie pulled her driver's license out of her pocket and held it behind her back. "You have to guess first," she taunted with a grin.
"Or you could just tell me." he said with a little smile, taking a step towards her and reaching for her hand. "Whatcha got, Princess?"
She held it out of his reach playfully. "That isn't much of a guess, now is it, Mr. Sawyer?" she asked.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" he questioned. She'd never used his last name. Not once when she talked to him. Saywer just never came up in conversation with her. "Just call me Ethan and tell me what you've got."
"Oh, I'm just waiting for you to put two and two together and come up with Mrs. Sawyer," she replied in a sing-song voice. Finally she held up her driver's license to display, in clear letting, 'Elsie Lee Sawyer.'
Ethan grinned, first at the license and then at her. "No hyphen?" he questioned as he took the license from her to inspect it closer. "What made you change your mind?"
"You did, remember?" she asked, mussing his hair. "Because otherwise it would break your itty bitty heart. Although, now you owe me a ring." She snatched her license back from him, setting it in her pocket once more. "My social security number is also now tied to the last name Sawyer. I went through a lot of waiting to see someone to get all that changed, so you'd better not annul this marriage or divorce me or you're dead."
"Damn. Hate to break it to you but I filed for annulment already." he teased, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably.
"Oh, damn," she said, snapping her fingers. "I guess I won't get to spring my other surprise then, since there's nothing to consummate. I'll just have to return all that lingerie. I hope they'll take it back..."
The word 'lingerie' nearly made him fall over. "What?" he questioned. He hadn't even expected the consummation of anything, let alone her getting lingerie for the occasion.
"Pizza," she replied, brushing past him to get to the counter. "Even though we're 'not a married couple' anymore, that doesn't mean we can't share a few slices and maybe a beer. Shortest marriage I've ever heard of, I've got to say," she said with a smirk.
He grabbed her hand and spun her back towards him, the force of the pull slamming her body against his. "I was kidding and you know it." he told her, his lips barely a breath from hers.
"Then disregard the mention of lingerie," she breathed. "It's a surprise for later. Go ahead and make out with me, but I'm still getting to that pizza before we take it any further. I wasn't kidding about that."
He bit his bottom lip and held back that urge to kiss her. God did he want to kiss her. He didn't though. Just let out a breath and released her. "Alright. Eat." he said.
Raising both eyebrows in surprise, Elsie took a step back hesitantly. Had he really just not kissed her? Frowning, she stepped right back into him and grabbed his face, yanking it to hers. "Damn it, didn't I tell you to kiss me?" she asked, just before crushing her lips against his.
Damn that was hot. Beyond hot. Temperature of the sun nearly. He groaned into the kiss, hands on her hips as he slid her against the wall with a little thud, hand trailing around her body and to her backside, giving her ass the slightest squeeze.
If she weren't already feeling any hunger pangs, she would have stripped him then and there. She was incredibly turned on, and her new husband was just what the doctor ordered. Just for the hell of it she braced her arms on his shoulders, her back against the wall, and lifted her legs up to wrap around his hips.
Another little moan of a noise slipped from his lips and into her mouth as she wrapped her legs around him. His fingertips glided over her thighs and back up over her ass and her back. He forced himself to pull away from her lips. "I thought you were hungry." he whispered breathlessly.
"Funny you should say that," Elsie laughed. She ground her hips against his, using the wall for leverage. "I think we're both hungry. For now, I think you're right. Let's eat before the food gets cold."
He swallowed air and slowly let her slide down the wall to a standing position. "You're going to tease me to death." he whispered.
"I would never take it that far," Elsie retorted. "I'd satisfy you before you died. In case the pizza, for whatever reason, is an anti-aphrodisiac--don't die tonight, okay?" She gave him one more kiss before finally heading to the pizza box. She opened it and took a whiff of the delectable pseudo-Italian food, grinning. "Bon appetit!" she said, picking up a slice. "There's beer in the fridge if you want one."
Ethan took another breath and headed over to the box, grabbing himself a slice of pizza and then moving to the fridge. "You want a beer?" he offered as he pulled the fridge door open.
"Sure," she said, taking a bite of the pizza. Oh, it hit the spot, though anything would taste good at that particular moment. "Thanks for getting the pizza, Ethan."
"Mhm." he said around a bite of pizza as he grabbed two bottles of beer with the other hand and held one out to her.
She accepted the beer and set down her pizza. It was the sort of bottle with a twist off cap, and she removed it, taking a swig. She picked up her pizza again, eating it faster now. The faster they both satisfied their hunger, the faster they could get to celebrating the wedding they'd planned on a whim. "The 'chief offered us a few days off for a honeymoon," she said between bites. "I told him I'd let you know, see if you wanted to take him up on it."
Setting his own pizza down and twisting off the cap to his bottle he raised a brow and took a drink. "Starting when?" he questioned.
"I don't know, I didn't ask because I wanted your opinion first," she replied. She stopped just short of the crust, throwing it in the garbage. Taking another swig of beer, she simultaneously reached for another slice.
"How bout we decide when we get up in the morning if we wanna go in to work?" he said with a smile. "See if we feel like leaving."
"Now that you mention it," she said, sucking some pizza sauce from one of her fingers, "we're better not be going in to work tomorrow. At least, I'd better not be. I fully expect you to make me unable to walk for a few days. Don't disappoint me."
"That's a lot to live up to, Princess." he said, taking the last few bites of his pizza and grabbing another slice. He took a sip of beer to wash it down and gave her a little smile over the bottle. "Hopefully you'll be satisfied or we really might have to get a divorce."
"Bullshit," she snorted, taking a drink of her own beer. "The government has all but banned divorces. If I'm not satisfied with your handiwork, we'll just have to practice and keep practicing until I am satisfied."
He laughed lightly, finishing off his second slice and swallowing some more of his beer. "Guess it's a good thing you don't have anything to compare it to then." Ethan said. "Can't really complain about me sucking if you don't know if I suck or not, right? But... Elsie... you're gonna be really sore in the morning, even if I do suck."
Elsie blinked at her husband dubiously. "And I care? I've got a fairly high pain tolerance, Ethan. Sore or not, I'll manage. Also, if I'm going to be sore in the morning no matter what--I don't want you holding back tonight. Understood?"
"I just meant... since you haven't before its gonna hurt for a while..." he sighed. He really wasn't looking forward to that part. "You gotta tell me if you want me to stop, seriously." Ethan told her, tossing his crust in the trash and finishing off his beer.
Elsie finished her second slice, tossing the crust into the trash after his. "If I ask you to do anything it won't be to stop. I'm sure this is going to be every bit as great as people say it is." She set her near-empty bottle down, walking over to him with a sway in her hips.
Ethan took another quick little sip of his beer, eyes focused on her hips as she moved towards him. The beer bottle found it's way to the counter and his hands to her hips. He bit his bottom lip as he looked at her, catching her eyes and giving her a little smile. "Bedroom?"
"Oh, hold on!" she said, turning away from him. She ran over to the bag she had brought home. She took it with her to her bedroom and quickly changed into one of the outfits she had purchased. It was a simple black bustier and a thong. Excited, she went back out to him.
Ethan swallowed as his eyes trailed across her. He didn't say anything. Didn't now if he could say anything. He just stared at her. His eyes finally made their way up to hers and he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Wow.."
Wriggling an eyebrow at him, she ran an arm through her hair, playing with it. Her tongue ran across her lips, and her free hand came up to beckon to him. "I think you want to get in the bedroom now," she said.
He nodded, slowly following her, hands on the buttons of his shirt, already undoing them as he went after her to the bedroom. By the time he reached the door, he was already pulling it off and letting it drop to the floor, fingertips on his wifebeater, pulling it up and over his head.
Her eyes settled on his bare chest, and Elsie let out an appreciative noise. Just because she thought little of men's personalities didn't mean she couldn't appreciate their looks. Looking back up at his eyes, she decided to spice things up just a little. "Come on, babyface," she cooed, "show me what you've got."
"Oh you're gonna pay for that." he told her as he moved towards her, toeing off his shoes and sliding them away. He moved towards her, grabbing her arm and jerking her against him. His mouth was on her neck first, biting and sucking at the flesh, his hand trailing around to the fastenings of her bustier.
"That's what I wanted to hear," she whispered enthusiastically, tilting her head back. Her body pressed against his, her arms finding his back. Her fingers curled against his skin and she moaned.
The fastenings didn't take long to work loose, not when she got him going like that. He pulled away long enough to remove the bustier completely, leaving her in just that tiny little thong. He let out a breath as his eyes trailed over her body, his hand sliding up her side and cupping her breast. "You're so fucking gorgeous." he whispered, lips crushing against hers once more.
She hadn't really wanted to pull away from him, enjoying the warmth and feel of his body, but his heated compliment made up for the lack of contact. When he pulled her back, she lifted her bent left leg up to his hips, framing the right side of his half-naked body. Her arms wound around his neck and she kissed him back energetically.
He lifted her up from the ground, letting her legs twine around his body like ivy around a fence. God she felt good and she was his. His wife. He was married to this gorgeous girl and god did he want her. "I want you so bad..." he breathed against her cheek as his lips slid away from her mouth and trailed over it towards her neck.
"You've got me," she said breathlessly, tilting her head back. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, and she ran her fingers down his back--not quite using her nails, but close.
He slowly moved her back towards the bed, laying her down on the blanket and slowly lifting her hips and sliding her back just a bit more as he climbed up with her, untangling her legs from his body and sliding his fingertips across her skin. He hooked them around the waistband of her thong and slowly pulled it downwards.
She put a hand on his to stop him just before he uncovered her most private area. "Take your pants off, first," she said, smiling slyly at him. "You've got too much on."
A little smirk flickered across his face as he stood up again, undoing the buttons on his pants and sliding the zipper down, eyes on hers the whole time. His pants pooled at his ankles and he stepped out of them. His boxers did little to hide how much he wanted her and he stepped towards the bed again, fingers slidng over her legs and up to the waistband to try his hand again.
Laughing, she let him get away with removing her thong this time. But while he did, she reached up and placed her lips against his in a surprisingly gentle kiss. It felt appropriate to her.
And it was surprising. That gentleness she had with this kiss, but he didn't mind it. Not at all as he flung her thong away. His hands sliding down to the waist of his boxers.
She stopped him again, placing her hand over his. "I want to do it," she said, looking up at him in appeal. Her fingers moved under the hem of his boxers.
Ethan bit his bottom lip but nodded and moved his fingertips away from himself so she could pull the boxers off instead. It was surprisingly hot just to watch her fingertips against the fabric, but then she started to slide them off and he was more concentrating on her face as she did so. Her reactions to him.
She pulled his boxers down completely before really looking at him. Elsie wasn't a connoisseur of men's genitals, but what she saw didn't disappoint her. She bit her lip, looking up at him, unsure for the first time that evening.
He watched her face as he moved the boxers off the bed. "You okay?" he asked her, brushing a hand across her cheek and lightly pressing a kiss against her forehead.
Elsie shrugged. "Yes, I'm fine. Are you ready for this?" she asked, as if it were his first time instead of hers.
"I'm ready." he told her, glancing down at himself. "Obviously." Ethan said with a little laugh. "But are you ready?"
She was most definitely ready. Her only concern was the mess the sheets--or blanket, considering that's what she was lying on--would be a mess. Elsie would be doing laundry soon, very soon. "I'm ready for you," she said with a smile.
He smiled, sliding her body up just a bit more so her head was resting against the pillows. He slowly slid her legs apart, but he didn't move between them just yet. He wanted to please her first, get her ready for him completely. And so his hand slid across her thigh and dipped between her legs to brush lightly across the flesh between her thighs.
She swallowed thickly, trying to keep her eyes on his but dying to see what he was doing. Her eyes darted between his face and his hand, and she raised her eyebrows.
"Have you ever had someone touch you like this?" he questioned as he slid his fingers along her slit and upwards to brush across her clit.
"Other than me?" she asked, shivering at his touch. "No, but they've tried. Goes without saying they..." she swallowed, relaxing her head against the pillow, "...never got another chance."
He ran his fingers across her, sliding them back down again and slowly dipped one into her. She was warm and wet and tight and it all went straight to his center, making him harder than he was to begin with. "You still okay?" he asked her, unsure if she wanted him to touch her anymore or not.
It was a weird feeling for her, having his finger there. That wasn't exactly something she had ever experimented with. Regardless, she let out a shaky, "Yeah, I'm fine." She nodded to emphasize her words.
He moved to lie next to her, his lips pressing lightly against her cheek and the corner of her mouth. Then just her lips themselves as he slowly picked up a pace with his hand. His thumb pressing against her clit as he slid that one finger in and out of her slowly.
Feeling the urge to do something with her hands, Elsie clumsily felt around for his erection. Finding it, she wrapped her hand around it and moved her hand up and down slowly.
He let out a shaky breath against her lips when her fingers wrapped around him. "Oh god..." he breathed, hips rocking upwards into her hand.
She hadn't anticipated him enjoying that so much, but she liked his reaction. It sounded a lot like her own. "Do you like that as much as I like what you'e doing?" she asked in a whisper, eyes half closed.
"Fuck yeah." he whispered, leaning in to press his lips against hers. He slowly picked up the pace of his fingers, this time changing his motion to more of a corkscrew type movement.
His actions caused her muscles to clench ever so slightly, including her hand. She picked up her own pace as well. Her lips parted in pleasure, and her eyes closed. "I'm liking this already," she murmured.
He groaned out at her actions. "Just wait... I haven't even started yet." he whispered. He reluctantly pulled away from her and moved to slide his hands up her thighs as he parted them enough to move his head between. He kissed up her leg and slid slowly upwards towards her center.
She sat up ever so slightly to watch him curiously. Then she saw where his head was going, and nearly melted. Elsie had heard great things about that. Laying back against the pillows, Elsie bit her lip. Oh, god...
He hoped that she was getting great things as he leaned forward and slowly spread her enough to slide his tongue along her slit. He hummed a little against her at the simple taste of her.
"Oh, Ethan," she moaned, her back arching slightly. His every movement made her body tingle, and she felt like she was on fire. "I need you," Elsie whispered.
His tongue slid up, lightly brushing across her clit before taking it between his lips for a short little moment. He sucked lightly and then slid his mouth up and over her stomach, between her breasts and up her neck. "Tell me if you need me to stop..." he whispered.
Elsie let out a yelp of pleasure when he sucked. It felt so good. When he asked her to tell him when to stop, she nodded, though she knew she likely wouldn't. It was doubtful that she'd want him to stop, and even if she did, she wouldn't say it. "Let's do this," she whispered.
He nodded, slowly reaching between their bodies to wrap around himself and slowly slid up her slit and back down again. He pressed against her, slowly slipping into her until he felt that bit of resistance. He moved his hands to either side of her face and kissed her, a kiss to focus her attention on as he pushed past that barrier of innocence.
If she'd thought about it carefully, she might have tried to relax her muscles to make his entry easier. As it was, she did not, and it was more painful than she had anticipated. Wincing, she let out a little gasp that was muffled by his kiss. "Ow," she said as she pulled away, smiling despite her pain to let him know she was all right.
His fingertips slid across her cheeks and he kissed her again. "I'm sorry..." he said softly. He kissed her yet again and his eyes said he was concerned about her wellbeing. "I didn't want to hurt you." he whispered.
"Don't worry about me," she replied, chuckling it off despite the fact she was still hurting. "I can take it. I'm a big girl." She kissed him back, then reached up to place her hair behind her ears. "I'm fine, really," she added to reassure him. Her muscles flexed automatically around him, testing the new presence, finding what was comfortable.
He let out a little breath and experimentally rocked away from her and back against her. Slow little movements to keep from hurting her. One single thrust out and in again. Eyes on hers the whole time. God she was tight and those muscles flexing around him made him want to crash over right there, but he held back as he watched her face.
She didn't wince at the new wave of pain, though her jaw did clench. It's okay, she told herself, I'm supposed to hurt at first. It'll get better. She could tell by the look in Ethan's eyes that he was still trying to be careful, so to keep him from noticing her discomfort she kissed him.
He kissed her back, keeping that slow and steady rhythm, mostly in the effort to keep from crashing instantly and to keep from hurting her at the same time. "Mmm.." he whispered against her lips, eyes closing as he tilted his head and lightly kissed her lips once more.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and it made her feel a little better. The pain was starting to subside overall, gradually replaced by something a little more pleasurable. Her tense expression relaxed ever so slightly as Elsie kissed him back.
He lightly sucked on her bottom lip, the pace still teasingly slow for him, but he wanted to wait, be sure she was alright before even thinking about speeding it up. "You feel so good, baby." he breathed against her lips, eyes ticking open to catch hers as he pulled away just a bit, hands sliding away from her cheeks to run down her body.
It was starting to get better for her, much better. She began making little moaning noises, her hips moving with his as he thrust in and out. The words he spoke to her only made it better. Elsie's lips found his neck and she began kissing, sucking, and biting the flesh there.
"Mmm..." he said, his lips parting as a groan escaped in response to the noises she was now making. He picked up his pace but only slightly. His hands still slid over her body, up her sides and finally rested lightly against her chest, thumbs teasing at her nipples.
"Oh yeah," she said, tilting her head to one side with her eyes closed. Finally she was beginning to feel why people loved sex so much. It had been worth the wait, definitely. Her moans were getting louder, much louder.
He took the movement of her head as an advantage and let his teeth move to her throat, biting and sucking at the flesh. His hips rocked against hers, griding little motions to rub his body against her clit at the same time. He wanted to make her feel good. Wanted her to be pleased with her decision.
She kept her neck bared to him but threw her head back against the pillow. Her feet unwrapped from his hips and settled to either side, feet sliding against the bed. "Oh! God!" she yelled, feeling better than she had felt in her life.
Her body was arched beneath him and he took advantage of it, sliding his lips down to her collar bone and kissing along her flesh. "You're so gorgeous..." he whispered against her skin.
"And you feel so good," she gritted out, fighting another scream. "Damn, Ethan...oh, damn...it's so good!" Her hips bucked against his.
His ego inflated just a little with those sounds she made. "So do you... ah... nng.. So do you.." he whispered through a groan, picking up his speed a little more. One hand moving to keep him balanced above her, the other slid between them to brush across her clit.
She screamed his name after that. Yes, it turned out they should have turned on a television or radio. One hand raked fingernails down his back while the other came up and tugged on his hair.
He moaned out at the feel of her fingernails across his back, the hand in his hair. "Fuck, baby." he grunted, picking up his pace again. "I'm so.... uh... close... god..." he breathed. His fingers worked her clit at the same speed of his hips against her. His mouth moved to her lips, crushing them against her mouth with another groan, muffling the sound between ther lips.
In that moment she wanted to say that she loved him, but held back. It would only have been words spoken in a moment of passion. Besides, her mouth was otherwise occupied. She was close, as well, but this sort of orgasm was different from what she was used to--so she couldn't tell him for sure. Elsie just continued making her pleasured, excessively loud noises, her fingers digging into the flesh of his back.
"Elsie... ah... god... I'm..." he grunted between thrusts before he fell completely. He wanted her to go off first, wanted her to feel what he was feeling, but he couldn't hold it back any longer. The flood gates open and him powerless to stop them. His body twitched and rocked against hers as he fell forward. Jerky little movements against the girl below him, emptying himself into her with little pleasureful sounds. Eyes closed, mouth slightly opened.
She was just on the edge when he succumbed. If he'd just stopped she never would have climaxed, but those last few jerks and the sounds he made with them were just enough to finish her. She let out one long, satisfied moan. "I feel like I'm being electrified," she said numbly, eyes slightly glazed over. "Oh, god, it feels great."
His fingers slid away from her clit, up and over her stomach, between her breasts and to her cheek to direct her lips to his. His breath was shaky against her mouth, but that didn't stop him from kissing her for a long moment before pulling away. "Fucking awesome." he agreed.
"That was worth everything," she said, lazily kissing him on the neck. "It was so amazing." Her hair came up to smooth his hair back tenderly. Her expression had softened completely, a first for her since childhood. She even smiled at him, a bright, genuine smile.
He returned the smile with one of his own, his breathing still a bit rushed. "Not bad for a kid, yeah?"
"Pretty damn good for a kid," she said with a breathless laugh. She was still smiling at him, feeling so much different than she had the day before. She felt...closer to him. Bonded, somehow.
"You know you're even prettier when you smile." he whispered, sliding his hands up to brush her hair from her face.
"I'm fully aware of that," she said, her smile temporarily turning into a smirk. "Sex isn't the only weapon women have. Sometimes it's the simple things..." She traced his lips with her index finger, her eyes following the movement. "...like a smile, or a kiss..."
He kissed the tip of her finger and smiled just a bit. "So how many other people you gonna be smilin at and kissing?" he asked her teasingly.
"Every man I meet, of course," she replied, looking at him as if it were an obvious answer. "Why not?"
He furrowed his brow at her. "Seriously." he said as if he didn't believe her for a moment. "Well fine, guess I should go kiss every girl I meet then, huh?"
Elsie raised an eyebrow. "Only if you don't want to wake up in the morning, pumpkin," she said, her voice saccharinely sweet.
"Well you're going to be kissing all these guys. Why shouldn't I be doing the same with the women?" he asked with a little smile.
"You knew I didn't mean it," she said, grabbing hold of his chin and shaking his head with it. "I'm the only girl you need to be kissing, mister."
"Married for a few hours and you're already ordering me around." he teased, leaning in to press a kiss against her lips. "I think I can handle only kissing you though. Maybe."
"I was bossing you around before we got married," Elsie retorted, rolling her eyes. "Not everything changes, you know." She gave him a quick kiss. "You'd better be able to handle only kissing me. I've decided I like kissing, so I expect plenty of it from now on."
Ethan grinned. "You like kissing me, huh?" he whispered, once more giving her a little kiss. "I think I like kissing you too." he whispered. He let out a little breath as he pulled away from her lips. "I should probably get off you, huh?"
"You're no feather, baby," she teased with a laugh. "I didn't say anything because you looked so comfortable, but...yes, you can get off now."
"Great, now she's calling me fat." he said with a roll of his eyes as he slowly slid himself out of her. He let out a little breath and glanced up at her as he shifted off the bed to look around for his boxers.
"What are you doing?" she asked, both eyebrows raised in interest. She sat up a little bit, surprised to find that it was slightly painful to do so.
"Looking for my boxers." he told her, glancing back up at her as he found them and picked them up.
She didn't really understand that, as she was perfectly fine lying in bed naked. "Why? Don't tell me you're turning shy all of a sudden."
He blushed a little as he slid his boxers on. "I don't know..." he shrugged. "Maybe a little..."
Rolling her eyes, Elsie got onto her hands and knees at the foot of the bed and made a grab for him. "Get over here!" she demanded playfully, grabbing him and yanking him onto the bed. Then she took hold of the legs of his boxers to remove them.
He held onto the waistband of the boxers for a second, but knew she'd eventually get what she wanted so he let go. "You just going to keep me naked all the time?"
She stood up on her knees so she could put her hands on her hips. "We just got married. This is our wedding night, not a one-night-stand. You don't get dressed right after sex and leave. You stay put in all your naked glory and deal with the awkwardness. We just had sex, Ethan--like I care if you're naked?"
He bit his bottom lip and just looked up at her. "Well... okay... but..." he sighed. "It's just different okay. I gotta get used to it. Hell I don't know what the fuck you want. I thought maybe you wanted me to get the fuck out. You don't like me remember." he said half teasing. "Besides. I'm supposed to sleep on the couch."
Elsie huffed and swatted his leg. "Quit playing victim on me. I never said you had to sleep on the couch. I never said I dislike you. I never said I wanted you to 'get the fuck out.' I say enough mean, shrewish things on my own--I don't need you adding mean, shrewish things that I didn't say."
"Fine. Tell me you want me to stay." Ethan said, eyes moving to lock on hers.
Elsie narrowed her eyes, crawling toward him and pinning him to the bed. "How about this? I'm not letting you leave," she responded instead.
"You're such a brat. You can't even tell me you want me around when we're the only two people here. No witnesses or anything." Ethan teased.
"What are you talking about?" Elsie retorted, smiling. "You're a witness. You'd hold that against me in the future, I'm sure." She leaned down and kissed him.
"I would not." he told her. "I told you that I just would like to know you wanted me around. God, you're such a pain." he said between kisses. "Remind me... why I married you."
"You're so needy, wanting all these reassurances that you're wanted," she teased him between kisses. "You married me because I'm a pain and you like it--and I'm hot."
"I am needy. But see you married me so you must like it." he told her, kissing her again. "You know you like knowing I need you. Why can't it be the same way for me?"
"Yes, I do, but I don't ask you to reaffirm it every chance I get. I'm confident enough to know that you want to be with me." She placed a finger under his chin. "Buck up, huh? I've told you several times already today that I want you."
"Still nice to hear it. I'm making up for all the times you were mean and nasty to me." he teased.
Her jaw dropped. "That's going to take years!" she protested. "Besides, I'm not going to stop being mean and nasty to you just because we're man and wife now. I'd be so bored otherwise."
"Well I think the sex cleared off likke more than half of those times." he smiled. "Because that was fucking perfect. Give me like five minutes to recooperate and I'll be ready for round two gorgeous, but... I think we might wanna turn the radio on. You were right... the neighbors might complain." he grinned.
She laughed in embarrassment. "I didn't think I'd get so loud. Apparently my tolerance for pleasure isn't quite as high as my tolerance for pain. How do you want to do it, next round?"
"Oh, but you screaming my name was fucking sexy." he told her, hands sliding over her hips and to her thighs as he directed them on either side of his body. "And I'm liking you right there on top of me, baby."
She rested her hips completely on his, wiggling a little bit. "I thought it was sexy, too," she admitted with a smirk. Her index finger traced his chest. "In fact, I really like screaming your name. I think I want to do it as often as possible. Are you going to show me how to do all the right moves?"
"I think you'll pick up on what makes me tick, gorgeous." he smiled. "Use your imagination. Show me what you got."
Pursing her lips into a pout, she batted her eyelashes at him. "If I tell you I want you to stay with me and I need you will you give me some help?" she asked.
He leaned up a bit to catch her lips with his own. "Baby... you don't gotta tell me you need me and I don't think you'll need my help, but what do you wanna know?"
"Well obviously I've never done this before; I just need you to guide me if I'm doing something wrong or if I do something you really like." She held his head in place so she could kiss him back. "Are you ready for round two now?"
"Are you?" he asked her, rocking his hips upward against her. He was already getting hard just from her sitting there on top of him. "Still sore?" he asked, knowing she would be at least a little sore from the last time.
"It'll go away soon enough," she said evasively, pressing her hips against his in physical response. Keeping her eyes on his, she reached down to grab hold of him and position him near her opening. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him. It hurt, but not nearly as much as the first time.
Ethan let out a groan when she wrapped her fingers around him, then another when she slid her self down. His hands slid up her body, lightly grasping her chest as he rocked his hips upwards ever so slightly against hers. "You're doing just fine...." he breathed.
"I haven't even started yet," she teased. It felt good to have him inside her again, oddly enough. Slowly, testing, she rocked her hips against his. It certainly felt good to her. "How's that?" she asked.
"Fuckin' spectacular." he groaned, sliding his hands up off her chest to her shoulders and pulling her down so he could kiss her.
She didn't mind kissing him, though the angle did make it more difficult to move the way she had been moving. She tried just lifting her hips up and down instead of rocking.
"Oh fuck..." he breathed, his lips parting from hers as she moved. "An-and you wanted help?" he questioned, rocking his hips upwards to greet hers as they slid back down again.
"Just in case," she breathed, moaning. Her lips pursed. "Oooh," she moaned. She brought her hips down harder, her mouth moving to his neck. "You feel so good inside me," she murmured against his skin, placing several tiny kisses there.
When she said things like that? Fuck, it was hard to focus on anything. "You're so tight... and wet... god... perfect..." he whispered as he best he could, though the words came out a bit hoarse.
She was moaning loudly again by this point. "Did you get...the goddess...in the bedroom...oh god...that you wanted?" she panted out between moans.
"Better..." he breathed. "God, Elsie... fuck.... just like that." He slowly rolled his hips against hers, sliding his hand between them and rubbing lightly on her clit. "What about you... did you get what you wanted?"
"We're mixing pillow talk...AH!...with sex...is that ohhhh a good idea?" she asked, panting. But, knowing that he would probably pout about her not answering, she added: "I found...what I wanted...and then some. Ohh you're so perfect."
He wasn't expecting that much of a ego boost, but he loved the way she said it. "Perfect." he whispered, leaning up a bit and then rolling the girl over and sliding one of her legs up, hooking his arm behind it to get a better angle as he thrust against her. "You're gorgeous, baby... perfect." he breathed.
The sudden change in position surprised her, but it was great. "OH GOD!" she screamed as he thrust into her. "This is fantastic! Oh, Ethan! Please don't stop!"
"Oh I.... fuck... I don't wanna stop." Ethan practically growled as he leaned forward lightly biting her neck and sucking on the flesh.
Her muscles contracted as he bit her, and she responded in her incredibly vocal way. Her hand came up to grab him by the hair and yank his head back so she could kiss him on the lips. She started to say something, but the first part was mumbled, so all that was audible was: "...so fucking much!"
He blinked a little at her as she pulled her lips away. "What?" he questioned, having missed the first part, his hips slowed just a bit in their movements, but didn't quite stop.
"Don't slow down," she said, frustrated. She wrestled him onto his back now, resuming her position on top.
"What'd you s... say..?" he questioned through a groan. "God..." he grunted. He tried to hold his focus on the girl, but his eyes fell half shut. "Mmm..."
She moved her hips harder and faster, hoping to distract him from the topic. Why wouldn't he give it up already? she wondered. "Ohh baby...you feel so good..." she moaned.
His hands moved to her hips, stopping her motions and holding her there above him. "Stop." he told her, eyes moving up to catch hers. "Why won't you tell me what you said?" he asked.
She let out a frustrated groan and glared down at him. "I've said a lot of things. I can't remember all of them. Why does it matter so much, anyway?"
"Because I want to know why you scream everything else and mumbled something and now you don't want to tell me what it is." he said, rolling her over again and sliding himself out of her. He was annoyed, and god he still wanted her, but damn it, he wanted to know what she said.
Elsie let out a sound suspiciously like a whimper when he pulled out. Her and her big mouth; now she'd gone and said something that led to this--a complete ruination of the mood. "You're a smart boy, Ethan," she said angrily, sitting up. She crossed her legs and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm sure you can figure it out."
He sighed. "I don't want to play stupid games, Elsie." he told her as he got up off the bed and fumbled to get his boxers on, then grabbed his jeans and pulled them up as well. "If you're gonna say something, say it. Don't mumble it and pretend you didn't. It's stupid and not fair to me. I'm getting some sleep. Good night."
She stared at him with a frown etched on her face. "You're going to sleep in your jeans?" she asked dubiously.
"I'm going to get my shirt and go to my apartment and sleep in my bed." he told her. "Can't walk down the hallway naked, now can I?"
"Now who's overreacting?" she said angrily. "Anything I said was in the heat of passion--and therefore unreliable. It doesn't matter what I said. You can get pissy and storm off if you'd like but you have no reason to."
"I do have a reason to. You know, this was a bad idea." he muttered, grabbing his wifebeater from the floor and pulling it over his head as he found his shirt and slid that on too. "We're stupid for even doing this."
She looked as if she had been slapped in the face while being told that a family member had died. His words were more painful than she could have thought. "You wait until after we've married, and after we had sex...after I fucking gave myself to you...to say this was a mistake?" she asked incredulously. Mouth hanging open, she grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself for cover. She went to the far side of the bed and sat on the edge, staring at the ground in shock. Why the hell should that hurt? "You bastard," she said angrily, rubbing her eyes with the butt of her hand. "You want to know what I said so fucking badly? Fine. I said 'I love you so fucking much.'"
Well that made him feel like a real ass. Worse than that really. He didn't know what to say now. Didn't know if there was anything that he could say to make her feel better. Didn't know if she wanted him to even be in the room with her anymore at all. His hands brushed across his face and back through his hair and he shook his head. "Why couldn't you just fucking tell me that? Why does it have to be such a big thing? Why do there have to be so many excuses? Why..." he sighed. He should shut up now, should just leave her be, but he didn't know if he could. He walked over to her, sitting down beside her on the bed and pulled her body against his. "I'm sorry, I was just mad I... I didn't mean it..."
She refused to cry, though her eyes shone as if she were going to. Elsie glanced over at him. "Do you remember asking me why I couldn't just be nice? Let people in? This is why. Because when someone says 'this was a mistake,' it shouldn't have to hurt. Your timing couldn't have been worse...right after we had sex! I couldn't 'just fucking tell you that' because I don't want to be in this position. I don't want that awkward stage where one person says they love someone, even in the throes of passion, and the other person can't say it back...I don't want you to have that kind of power over me!" She didn't resist being pulled against him, but her body remained stiff. "Fuck you. I love you. Go to hell. Stay with me. You aren't the only one confused by what I say and feel. I can't make up my mind because I don't want to feel this way."
He sighed and pulled her against him, forcing her there since she wouldn't go willingly. "I'm sorry..." he told her. "I get so fucking confused and half the time I don't even know when you want me around or don't want me around and if I'm not wanted I don't want to fucking be here. If you cant tell me what you're thinking, even if you're not sure of it, what do we have? Nothing but baby..." he said, letting go of her only to side his hands to either cheek. "Don't be afraid to let me in. You gotta let me in." he told her, his eyes meeting hers. "And you wouldn't have been in that position, where the other person doesn't say it back because... I love you. I would have said it back. Sex or no sex. I'd have to love you to put up with you as long as I have..."
She couldn't make eye contact, afraid the tears would spill over if she did--especially over his last words. "It's hard for me," she protested. "I don't let people in as a rule. I'm trying, I am, I know it doesn't look like it but I'm trying." Eyes closed, she rested her forehead against his shoulder. "Don't leave; it's not fair to keep threatening me with that."
Ethan brushed his hand through her hair, pulling it over her shoulder and away from her face and tipping his head enough to kiss her temple. "I'm not going anywhere, baby." he promised. He moved his arms around her, holding her body tight against his and resting his cheek against the top of her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you... I just... say stupid shit when I'm mad. Pick the things I know will bother you."
Elsie shook her head. "Usually that doesn't bother me. You know me, I rise to the fight. I enjoy fights. Tonight...I think it had more to do with today's events. I'm completely thrown off, I'm an emotional wreck." Finally she unstiffened, wrapping her arms around his torso. She needed that. "I hate it. All these feelings running around...it's too messy."
He nodded a little. "My brains kinda messy too." he admitted. "Going crazy and just don't understand half of what I'm feeling, or how I felt about you for so long and now I'm... married... it's a lot to get used to."
"Since we're both claiming temporary insanity, I'll add that you're the one. You're the only man I'd ever let get to me like that. Ever." Her eyes closed, and she took a deep breath.
He smiled a little at that and let his fingers lightly run across her back. "You're the one for me too. And you're the only one I'll ever let call me 'kid' or 'babyface' and get away with it.
"You've got no choice in that," she teased lightly. "We're stuck together now for life. Annulment is out of the question thanks to our--enthusiastic--consummation." She kissed his collarbone, still not looking up at him.
"So you only like me for the sex, huh?" he questioned with a little grin, his voice teasing. "Enthusiastic is a nice way to put it. I'd like to call it... vocal."
"I just hope the neighbors wouldn't like to call it noise pollution or disturbance of the peace," she said, finally looking up with an attempt at a smile. "I...love you...?" she said, trying the words out. She had never said them to anyone outside her family, and even then it wasn't a daily occurence.
Ethan brushed a hand across her cheek and gave her a smile. "I love you, too." he replied, a little more easily to the girl. After all he'd had a crush on her for years now. It'd practically been love all along.
"You're my babyface," she said, a little stronger now. She was slowly recovering from her moment of weakness. "You mentioned you've felt for me for a while now." She shook her head in wonder, brows knitting together. "How long?"
"Since college..." he admitted. "Hard not to. What'd you expect? Gorgeous girl with a great, although completely independent, personality. Great sense of humor... I don't know... it's hard to explain."
"You never said anything," Elsie said, bemused. She almost couldn't believe what she was hearing. "It's been years and you never said anything, except for cryptic little comments like--like the things you said yesterday. All this time..."
"What was I supposed to say?" he questioned. "I thought you hated me half the time. You're a fucking confusing woman."
"I act that way with all men," she said absently. "I'm nicer to women. I'll admit to being sexist and abrasive. I'm not ashamed of that. I consider arguments with you as playful banter. You have no idea how excited I get when we go back and forth that way--not sexually. I like that sort of thing. I'm sure it looks like I hate you, but I really don't. Believe me, I've tried." She pressed her cheek to his, smiling. "I might have laughed at you if you'd told me, depending on what year. But I think it might have made me think, too--about you, about relationships, about having a relationship with you..." She pulled back to look at him, cupping his face in her hands. "I'm glad we went through with this. If you ever say otherwise again, I'll slap you--and you have permission to slap me if I ever say otherwise."
"I wouldn't slap you." he said softly. "I don't hit women, no matter how aggravating they are." he smiled, hands moving up to brush her hair away from her face. "You're such a crazy girl, you know that? So fiery and full of rage. I think that's why I've liked you as long as I have. Because you don't let people drag you down. You go with it. you get what you want because you know you can and you do whatever it takes."
She smiled at her husband. "You get me. I like that. You've got a temper that matches mine, and instead of trying to calm me down you give me something to play with. You excite me. You don't just take my crap--all the time." Tenderly she kissed him. "I hate that I didn't realize any of that before--that we're great together, that I feel the way I do about you."
"Well... what matters is that you realize it now, right? And we are together and we're going to stay together and fight and have tons of make up sex." Ethan said with a little smile moving across his lips.
"I hear that's the best kind," she said, wriggling her eyebrows at him. "We'll have one very healthy sex life. But you ended tonight's rounds of sex, so we'll just have to get into another fight tomorrow to make up for it. For future reference, Mr. Sawyer--don't cut me off in the middle of sex. I've taken an intense liking to it and I don't like being interrupted."
"Yeah, but it ended in a fight. Lemme make up for it." he said softly, running his lips up her shoulder and to her neck, lightly sucking and biting the flesh. "You know you want me, baby." he whispered once he'd reached her ear.
"But you already spoiled the mood," she protested, pouting. "After I was so close, too." Nevertheless, his words and warm breath sent shivers down her spine. It wouldn't be too hard to get her back into the mood.
His hand slowly caught the edge of the blanket, tugging it away from her body as his lips trailed across her cheeks to her mouth again. He gave her a soft little kiss as he untangled the blanket and exposed her chest once more. His lips slid down her neck then and between her breasts, then he slid his mouth up and over one, finding her nipple and giving it a little soft bite before tugging it into his mouth and sucking. His other hand mimicking the pressure and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Her eyes rolled upwards, her hands coming up to rest on his head. "I'd say you just convinced me," she said softly, dreamily, her head falling backwards.
He liked that tone. That dreamy sound in her voice. The fact that he put it there. It was all massively arousing and it was then that he realized he'd put his clothes back on. Keeping his mouth on her chest, he slowly pulled his buttondown off and dropped it off the edge of the bed.
She barely even noticed that he was removing his clothing, so intent on the actions of his mouth was she. Elsie moaned, softly this time, the sound more like a rush of air. Her throat was starting to get sore from her screaming earlier, thoguh she didn't mind. It was worth it. "I love you, Ethan," she whispered, wanting to practice the words.
"I love you, El." he whispered back, hands moving away from her long enough to pull his beater off again. That garment made it's way to the floor and he let his hands trail to her hips, squeezing lightly and lifting her to slide her back onto the bed further.
She let the rest of the blanket fall away from her completely. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she kissed him. How ironic that they could admit their love for each other after they wed. "I need you so much," she whispered.
Ethan slid her up the bed, laying her back against the pillows, hands moving to his pants unfastening them and sliding those, along with his boxers off his body. He moved towards her, hands moving up and over her thighs, guiding her legs apart and moving closer to her, his already hard manhood pressing against her heated flesh. His fingers slid over her cheeks and into her hair as he pulled her in for a soft little kiss.
She returned his kiss tenderly, a hint of a smile on her lips as she did. Her hips lifted to nudge him a little, telling him she was ready for him without speaking. Her tongue flicked out playfully, searchingly.
His lips moved apart to welcome her tongue into his mouth as he slowly slipped himself into her. Sliding his hand back up her body, tracing up and over the mountains and valleys of her flesh.
This time the pain was barely noticeable. Her smile widened. It felt good to have him inside her again. Her tongue explored his mouth slowly, savoring his taste, her fingers entwining in his hair.
Ethan tilted his head, sliding his tongue against hers, letting the muscle duel for control and the upper hand in the kiss. Her fingers in his hair appreciated greatly as he rolled his hips against hers.
The sex was different this time, she could already tell; it was more fulfilling. She moaned softly against his lips, not as loud as before but every bit as passionate. Ever the fighter, her tongue did not back down from his.
He didn't back down either as he worked his hips in a rolling little motion against hers, keeping a slow and steady pace. Each grinding movement trapping her little nub of nerves between their bodies and rolling it slightly.
She gasped into her mouth with each slow thrust. She wanted him to go faster, but she was enjoying the slow pace as well. One hand moved closer to his cheek, still touching his hair, but her thumb traced his cheekbone.
He picked up his pace a bit, thrusting deeper into her and pulling nearly the entire way out before sliding in again. She was hot, on fire and it took all he had to keep from falling over the edge immediately. He wanted her, wanted to feel her, touch her constantly. His mouth slid away from hers, down her cheek and brushing lightly across her jaw and to her neck.
Now that her mouth was free, she made different noises, louder ones--but still no screams. The mood for this round was different from the other round and a half, and screaming didn't seem to fit. "Oh, Ethan," she whispered passionately. "This is so perfect. You're so perfect. Oh, I love you. Ethan..."
"Mmm..." he moaned out in response, swallowing air and lightly biting her neck. One hand kept him balanced above her, the other slid up to cup her breast in his hand. Lightly he squeezed the soft little orb. "Love you..." he murmured as his lips slid back over her cheek to catch hers.
Her head tilted back as her back and hips arched against him. This was so much more amazing than before; maybe makeup sex really was better. She took his lips back hungrily, wanting to convey through them just how wonderful he made her feel. She was already getting close.
"God I love you..." he practically growled against her lips. Building up before and then cutting himself off had him ready to burst, but not yet. He wouldn't yet. Not until she'd found her release. Not until he'd made her crash with every good feeling in the world rolled up into one.
His words sent a shiver down her spine. "And I love hearing that," she whispered against his lips. "Oh, god, Ethan, I'm so close..." Her kisses turned more fervent then, eager.
He picked up his pace a bit then, now that he knew she was close, rocking against that tightness between her legs. The trembling flesh that was his wife. "Mmm..." he groaned. "Me too... so... nnngh... so close."
His increased pace made it harder for her to hold on. "Oh, god...Ethan...this is it..." she whispered, gasping between words. So close...and then she was climaxing, letting out a pronounced, husky moan. Every muscle in her body tightened, then released, followed by smaller contractions--aftershocks.
And those tightening muscles, those contracting little waves sent him over the edge, rocking his body a couple short little jerky times. He let out a gutteral groan, head tipping back like a wolf howling at the moon. His body shook and trembled with the force of his climax as he fell forward again.
She caught him this time, her arms wrapping around his spent body and holding him to her. "I love you," she whispered softly in his ear, her eyes closed. "That was amazing."
"I love you..." he whispered back. It took a moment for him to regain the control of his legs enough to get the leverage to pull himself out of her and crawl up beside her on the bed. He pulled her body against his, letting her head fall against his chest. His heart thudding loud in his ears as he pulled the blanket up and over her. "Wow."
"Wow is right," Elsie said, swallowing thickly. It didn't cross her mind that, for now, they were cuddling; she didn't care, even when she did finally notice. She was still too high from their lovemaking to notice much besides how she felt, and the man beside her. "That was making love." She sounded a little puzzled, though she was certain that what she said was true.
He nodded a little. "Y-yeah." he managed to get out. "It was." Ethan kissed the top of her head and swallowed air. His breathing slowly making it's way towards normal again. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
She blinked, not believing her ears. Did he really just ask that? She put a hand to her mouth, trying to hide her smile and her giggles, but her body was shaking with laughter. Finally she let out a few restrained chuckles. "Ethan, sweetheart, please tell me you didn't just ask me the most cliched sex line in the book." She turned her head to his, eyebrows raised, but placed a kiss on his chin.
"Couldn't help it.' he chuckled. "It was there and I just had to." His eyes closed slightly, letting out a little breath. "Fuck. I feel like... wow..."
Elsie looked up at him through hooded eyes. "I know exactly what you mean," she purred. "I can't describe that feeling at all. Too good for words." She stroked his cheek with a lazy smile. "It was so incredible."
Ethan gave her a lazy little smile and nodded. "Incredible." he agreed, opening his eyes enough to glance down at her. He lifted a hand to trail across her cheek. "It wasn't a mistake." he told her.
"Anyone who thinks that was a mistake ought to be committed for the next thirty years," she replied slowly, a playful gleam in her eyes. She rested her head against the pillow then, sighing. "What a day, huh?"
He shifted a little, rolling to his side to look down at her, propped up on his elbow. His free hand stayed at her cheek, tracing along the curve with his thumb. "What a day." he agreed.
"I think, for once, I'm emotionally drained," she said with a wry chuckle. "That last round...again, wow. It was so different from our first. I can't believe how different it was. I almost wanted to cry."
"And there I thought our first round was pretty fucking awesome itself." he said with a little smirk.
"Oh, it was, definitely," Elsie said, nodding enthusiastically. "But they were both incredible in their own ways. The first was pent-up sexuality, the second was pent-up emotions. I like it either way."
Ethan chuckled a little. "You're such a crazy girl." he whispered, eyes fixed on hers, tracing the bits of color within them. It was as if he were meeting her for the very first time all over again. Seeing things he'd only imagined seeing. Feeling things he'd never dreamt of feeling.
"Since college," she said, shaking her head ever so slightly. "I still can't believe it. So many years..." But he had finally gotten the girl, in the end. "Maybe there really are happy endings in the world," Elsie mused.
"Maybe." he smiled. "Check back with me when they give me that first shot." he said with a little chuckle. Ethan knew it was coming. They'd have to start taking the serum. He wasn't too keen on needles. Didn't know if Elsie was or not, but he wasn't looking forward to someone sticking him.
"First shot...?" she echoed, frowning. Then it hit her. "You mean the serum? Shit." She had forgotten all about it. Running a hand through her hair, Elsie sighed in frustration. "No time for us to spend together, just as a couple. We have to get started on that so soon?"
"I can almost guarantee you as soon as the paper work goes through, we'll have our scheduled visits with the needle stickers." he sighed. "They aim for me to get you pregnant. They want to start asap, don't you think?"
She closed her eyes, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. "Of course they do. The sooner we're stuck with eighteen-plus years of parenting the better, right?" She dropped her hand, looking defeated. "I don't know if I can do it."
"Hey. You're gonna be a great mom, whenever it happens. Lets just... not think about it now, okay?" he said with a little smile, finding her hand and linking his fingers through hers. "Lets just go back to thinking about how awesome that was. Still thinking you're not gonna want to every night?" he questioned.
She smiled ruefully. "I don't want to think about it at all. I just hate that we don't have much time. I guess it's worse though for other people, isn't it? The married couples who are just...well, kids themselves, who are younger even than you." She gave him a peck on the lips. "It's not that I won't want to, but some nights...well...I won't be able to. Never underestimate the power of a stressful day or a woman's body, often one and the same."
"I was just kidding." he said, a light kiss pressed to her forehead. "I know we can be doing it every second of every day, but..." another soft little kiss, "I don't mind doing it whenever you want." he whispered.
"I think 'chief would take exception to that, if we did, not to mention our coworkers. We'll spare them the sight," she teased, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "At least this time you aren't rushing to your clothes and trying to run off on me."
"I'm sorry..." he said softly, pushing her hair away from her face. "Really... about that. I shouldn't have." Ethan said. His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke and his face contorted into this flurry of emotions.
"The first time it honestly felt like you were only here for a conjugal visit. I'm moving you in myself tomorrow if I have to, so you have nowhere to run to whenever you feel like it." Elsie stuck her tongue out at him--the first time she had done that since elementary school.
"Did it feel that way before I got up to put my pants on, or after?" he asked. He didn't want the first time they had sex to have nothing but memories of him almost walking out tied to it.
"After, of course," she said, blinking. "Before it was perfectly fine--perfect. It's just that you barely even caught your breath, it seems like, before you were getting up and looking for your boxers."
"Because... I don't know. I have to get used to being naked around you." he told her. Even now his body was covered up from the waist down with the blankets. "It's just hard to go from being coworkers to walking around with my junk hanging out for you to see.
Shaking her head, Elsie laughed. "If I can do it, you can, sport. Not once have I reached for a robe or something other than the blanket to cover myself up. Remember how I'm supposed to open up and let you in? Now I'm challenging you to do the same. Don't be so embarrassed around me. If I laugh at you at all, it won't because your ass is bare."
"Well you shouldn't laugh at my nakedness anyway. All that screaming, you obviously can't have a damn thing to complain about." he grinned.