Paige Goodall (shearmadness) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-12-08 07:54:00 |
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SEPTEMBER 2003 Nathan had thought he’d chosen the restaurant well, figuring most girls wanted the super fancy dress up dinner. He’d even run the idea by some of his fraternity brothers, who’d all given him a thumbs up. So he was at a loss why it felt so awkward during, and after while they walked back to his truck. His borrowed suit jacket was itchy around the collar, and it kept feeling like he was going to bust every seam in the shoulders if he moved just a little wrong. He had really wanted the date to go well. He liked Paige Goodall. But he had the feeling that if he didn’t think of something he wasn’t going to get a second date with her. “So, uh,” he started to say, opening the passenger door for Paige, “It’s still pretty early.” Man, he wanted to facepalm. What kind of statement was that? He was good at charming girls usually, what happened? Sure, serious dates were a new thing for him, but he’d been on a few before, and they definitely hadn’t gone as badly as this one. “I don’t know if you’d be into it, but there’s this mini golf place nearby.” Nathan gave her a little smile. He knew it was a pretty corny idea, but he was grasping at whatever straw he could, and mini golf really seemed like the opposite of the fancy sit down dinner they’d just had. Paige hesitated at the passenger side of the truck, standing inches shorter than Nathan and craning her head to look up at him. Reaching out with both hands, she grabbed the lapels of his jacket. Nathan looked confused by the gesture for a half second. “I will agree to minigolf with you only if you agree to take this offensive thing off. I’m just crawling out of my skin watching you wear it because it doesn’t fit you and I know I could make you a much better jacket. Deal?” she asked, widening her eyes a bit to punctuate her question. “Deal,” he agreed with a laugh, taken for a minute by her expression. She really was something to look at, and he was relieved that there wasn’t anything more offensive about him than his borrowed formal wear. “I would of tossed it at the restaurant if I’d known it was botherin’ you, darlin’.” He waited until she had let go of the lapels before he shrugged out of the jacket and tossed it into the open door of the truck. “You gonna be bothered if I roll my sleeves?” he asked. Maybe he shouldn’t have coupled it with smirk, but he was already more relaxed than he’d been through their dinner. “Nope. I like your forearms just fine,” Paige said with a crooked smile. In fact, just about every part of Nate Posey was nice to look at. Even more so now that the horribly fitted jacket was disposed of. Nathan’s shoulders sagged in relief and he returned Paige’s smile before he helped her up into the cab of the truck. He rolled his sleeves while he crossed around to the drivers side, then climbed in, started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot. The drive to the mini golf wasn’t long and soon enough they were equipped with their clubs and golf balls. “Haven’t done this in forever. And never in heels,” she said, setting the ball down and lining up to take her first shot. It didn’t go as badly as she expected it would, and with a small shrug and smile, Paige moved to the side and waited for Nate to take his turn. “What made you suggest this? Do you really like mini golf or something? Seems like you have to bend in half to even use that tiny club,” she laughed. Nathan laughed also, hesitating before he took his shot to bend his knees in an exaggerated stance. He probably looked pretty dumb, but it was just nice to be able to joke around. “Me and my fraternity brothers come out here when we’ve got nothin’ else to do,” he told her, then took his shot. It went a little wider than he wanted, but he would probably still sink it with his next one. “But honestly, I was just tryin’ to think of somethin’ real opposite of that restaurant, darlin’.” “Yeah, this sure is opposite,” Paige agreed as they walked down the short green to where their balls had stopped. She couldn’t deny that this was worlds better than how she’d felt in the restaurant, but something still felt a bit off. Honestly, it just didn’t make sense that Nate had asked her out in the first place. He was this popular NROTC and fraternity guy. But who was she in comparison to that? Some weirdo design major who had been to maybe one party in her life? She was flattered that he was even giving her the time of day, but it just felt weird. And Nate calling her ‘darlin’ was only adding to that. “You know my name is Paige, right?” She asked as she lined up for her second shot. Maybe it was her nerves -- or just the fact that she really wasn’t that good at mini golf -- but the shot sailed right past the hole. “Uh, yeah,” he replied with the kind of confused hesitation that was usually brought on by wondering if he’d done something wrong. Sure, the date wasn’t going great, but he hadn’t thought he’d done anything to make her upset. Except maybe he had? “Did y’all think I didn’t know that?” Nathan knew his face looked as confused as he felt. He’d never really gotten a handle on neutral expressions. “Well you keep calling me darlin’ so I wasn’t sure if you forgot,” Paige said. The confusion on his face was so obvious and she almost felt bad for nit-picking like this, but if it was a problem now (and if for some reason Nate even wanted to see her again) then it would only only become a bigger problem. “I didn’t realize I was doin’ it,” he told her, his expression smoothed out to something borderline apologetic. Had he been doing it all night and it had been bothering her? He hadn’t ever really had someone point it out to him. “I’ll try t’knock it off.” He lined up his shot. Like he guessed, he sunk it without too much trouble. “For real, it’s sorta a habit is all. But you wanna be called Paige, I’ll call you Paige.” He smiled at her despite feeling like he was teetering in foreign territory. The issue was a lot more nuanced than it being a simple preference of being called by her name but seeing as this was their first date, it wasn’t the time or place to get into it. If things continued, maybe she would tell him that girls don’t feel very special when they all get called the same pet name… but for now she smiled and nodded. “Thanks, I appreciate it.” After that, the weirdness between them started to lessen and Paige was able to relax more. She still wasn’t great at mini golf, and after the fourth hole she made an executive decision that being closer to the ground might help with her. Slipping out of her heels, she looked at Nate with an amused smile. “Guard these for me?” She asked, before stepping up and lining up her shot. Her theory was partially correct because she felt less wobbly and being closer to the ground meant she didn’t have to bend over as awkwardly, but it didn’t improve her aim all that much. “Ah, well, it was worth a shot,” she said, bending down to pick up her heels, choosing to continue on barefoot. It took just about all the self-control Nathan possessed not to watch Paige’s ass every time she went to take a shot. He knew that they were still dangerously close to bad date territory, so he had only smiled and nodded when she’d asked him to guard her heels. But he thought he might’ve gotten caught looking when she picked her heels back up. She was bent over, what else was he supposed to do? Stare up at the stars that he couldn’t actually see? Nathan let them get through a couple more holes before he finally asked her, “You want a few pointers? I could show you a couple things, if you want.” It was a little bit of a line; usually he used it playing pool, but hell, it was worth a shot. She knew she’d felt his eyes on her, and now she knew why. He was way better at this than her, but she thought they’d still been having fun. With a laugh, Paige looked up at him and said, “So I’m doing that bad, huh? Guess you better show me how it’s done.” “Nah, you’re doin’ alright,” he replied, one corner of his mouth turning upwards. At least she’d laughed, so he could guess that he hadn’t offended her. But she hadn’t fallen for the line either. “Y’all just need to follow through,” he positioned himself to take his shot and swung the club, “like that.” the golf ball went rolling down the green and stopped just a few feet away from the hole. “I could help you set it up.” But it hadn’t been like Paige had invited him into her space much at all. Though she was still waiting for the moment when someone jumped out and told her she was getting punk’d, she nodded at Nate’s suggestion and said, “Alright then, Mr. Expert, show me your ways. You gonna tell me it’s all in the hips?” At that, she gave them a little sway and shot him an amused look. “That’s what I hear about golf, anyway.” He really tried not to look, he did. But her hips were right there and they were swaying, and well when she looked at him his eyes were definitely further south than her face. He was distracted. But because he’d already been caught looking, he thought ‘to hell with it’ and let his eyes track back upwards to her face slowly. “Yeah, I was, actually,” he told her with a rueful smile. “But looks like you got the hang of that, so I reckon you don’t need the pointers after all.” Saying that was probably the nail in the coffin; she’d tell him to take her home, fed up with his ‘darlin’s’ and his everything, but hell he thought it had been kind of worth the risk. The look on Paige’s face was one of mild confusion. Not at him checking her out, because that seemed pretty on par (no pun intended) for what she knew about Nate and for how things like these went. But because rather than jumping on the opportunity to get close to her and help her swing her golf club, he totally breezed past it. It just seemed like further proof that this wasn’t really what she thought it was or maybe that she was just really bad at dating. “Okay then,” Paige said, and at that they moved on through the rest of the course. It wasn’t that he was horribly offense or anything, but things were just awkward between them. Nate would check her out and then back off like he wasn’t interested and by the end of the night she really had no idea where they stood. Nathan was kicking himself about how off his game he was. He liked her, it should’ve been easy, but he kept doing things that felt really out of character as soon as they happened. Like the golf advice quip. He’d had a perfect opportunity and he’d backed away from it like it was going to burn him or something. With any other girl he would’ve been all over that, but for some reason it felt like it mattered what Paige thought about him. But as their date wound down and they headed back for his truck, he thought that probably the only thing she thought about him was that he’d been one of the worst dates she’d been on. He didn’t even really blame her, because even he knew he was a mess. He thought it was probably best to say goodbye to any small chance of a second date. The drive back was awkward, but gratefully only about ten minutes, and by the time they were back to the dorms, Paige wasn’t quite sure what to think, but even still she let him play the southern gentleman and walk her to her dorm room. “Well, thanks for dinner and the mini golf,” she smiled. “It was nice to get away from campus for a night.” Nathan smiled back, even though a weird pit had formed in his stomach. He’d never felt anything like it before, so he wasn’t even real good at putting a name to it. “Thanks for comin’ out with me,” he replied even though he felt weird just hovering outside her door like they were. Then in a moment of stupidity or bravery (it was hard to tell which), he leaned in for a kiss. Paige turned her face to the side so that Nate’s kiss landed on her cheek. It definitely wasn’t what he’d been going for but in the limited relationship experience Paige had, it took her more than a few hours to warm up to someone and kissing wasn’t just something she did on a whim. So much for that move. Nathan straightened up again and shoved his hands into his pockets. What did he do now? Walk away? Most of what he’d considered dates didn’t usually end standing outside a dorm room. Blushing now, she moved back a few steps and dug into her purse for her dorm room key before looking at Nate again. “Um, goodnight then.” Paige made the decision easier for him by giving him a clear impression that the date was definitely over. “‘See you around. ‘Night,” he replied, waiting only long enough to see her get her dorm open before he walked back down the hallway. He felt like the night had been a bust, but hell, at least he’d tried. MARCH 2005 (nsfw) Nathan had spent most of his late class distracted. Paige had messaged him just before and said he should just let himself into her place when class was over, no details, just one sentence. He’d tried for more and nothing. It wasn’t like her to leave him hanging like that though. Sure, it was the usual routine when he had later classes for him to crash at her place awhile. But usually if there was something specific going on she’d tell him, and she never told him to let himself in, even though he had a key. He knew his notes for class were a mess since he’d only been half listening, and one of his brothers had had to actually shake his shoulder when class concluded to break him out of his thoughts. He’d been so in his own head trying to work out what his girlfriend had planned. Man, he’d feel stupid if it was nothing. By the time he had put his key in the door he’d run through every scenario he thought was possible, and when he stepped inside he could tell that Paige’s roommate wasn’t anywhere inside the apartment. But Paige wasn’t in sight either. That had him headed for better scenarios, but still unsure about what was going on. “Hey beautiful,” he called, toeing off his shoes as he shut the door behind him. When there wasn’t an indication of where she was he tried again. “Paige?” He walked through the living room and down the short hallway to her room. The door was closed, so he turned the knob, opening it slowly and carefully in case she’d fallen asleep waiting for him. “Babe?” Candles were lit on various surfaces in the room, and he was struck a little dumb at the sight that greeted him. Like his brain wasn’t quite processing what he saw. The rest of him was already getting with the program though. There was a nervous ball in the pit of Paige’s stomach, but she knew she’d already come so far and it would be silly to turn back down. Manuevering a bit, careful to not get the mermaid tail stuck on anything or let her boobs fall out of her bra, she looked up at Nate through her lashes and said, “Welcome to my blue lagoon, sailor. How did you come to be at this little slice of heaven?” It took everything Paige had to not break character and ask if Nate was okay with this, but she worried that if she did, she would be too shy to continue. There were a few moments of silence as Nathan’s brain continued to catch up to the game Paige had started. But there was no mistaking the look in his eyes or the way he ate up the sight of her. God, his girlfriend was sexy. In all the scenarios he’d run through, some kind of roleplay hadn’t even been an option. It didn’t take him long to catch on though. He sauntered into the room, catching the door on his way and closing it behind him. “I saw you in the water near my ship,” he told her, his drawl low, a dead giveaway of how on board he was with this new thing Paige was trying. “And I had to find you.” He kept his eyes on her as he moved closer, unbuttoning the flannel he’d been wearing as he went. “Like some kind of siren call.” With Nate so immediately playing along with this, Paige’s heart began to race. She thought it would have been a miracle if he couldn’t hear how loud her heart was thumping, but since he wasn’t hiding his enthusiasm, Paige didn’t see the point now either. “It isn’t often that ships sail by my lagoon. I’ve gotten awfully lonely being here all by myself.” “I can keep you company.” Nathan discarded the flannel, then the undershirt underneath, and went to work on his jeans. Paige’s eyes watched each movement carefully, obvious appreciation on her face as he took his shirt off. God, she’d never get tired of that sight right there. He lost some of the effect when he tried to kick the denim off and landed unceremoniously on the bed beside Paige, laughing as he righted himself. The only benefit to it was now he was closer and could touch her. Running one hand up and down her side, causing Paige to let out a gasp at the sudden touch, he grinned at her and broke character for a minute. “Hi,” he greeted and bent forward to kiss the corner of her mouth before he straightened up again. “You lure many men to these waters?” As much as he wanted to keep touching, he slipped back into the roleplay, determined to let it play out how Paige wanted it to. Pausing a moment and taking a deep breath, Paige tried to calm herself and focus herself back on her task. Just one touch was so distracting and in the back of her mind she knew if she said screw it to this whole mermaid thing, he could be inside her as soon as she got this damn mermaid tail off. But it was also so incredibly sexy how Nate was going along with this, no questions asked. Lowering her head bashfully, she shook her head slowly at his question, then looked up through her lashes as she said, “No, you’re the first man I’ve seen in so long. I almost can’t even believe you’re real.” A low groan escaped Nathan before he could swallow it back down. He’d been half-hard since he opened Paige’s bedroom door, and that look of hers only served to send more blood rushing south. It was enough for him to waver on his resolve that this was Paige’s show and he was along for the ride. It wouldn’t take much for him to move things along. But he reigned himself back in and gave her a hungry smile instead. “I’m real,” he responded, punctuating with a kiss to her shoulder, near her collarbone, while he anchored one hand at her hip and let his thumb rub slow circles against the smooth fabric of the tail she was wearing. “And you’re beautiful,” he continued, leaned back only enough that his lips barely ghosted against her skin with each word. With each touch and kiss from Nate, it became more and more difficult for Paige to keep her calm and control her breathing. Hyperventilation was not sexy but this new thing they were trying already had her so turned on. “You’re beautiful,” Paige breathed out, a hand cautiously rising to rest against his chest before her fingers slowly began to wander and trace over his abs... Nate was always good looking, but when his clothes came off it was just ridiculous how attractive he was. He inhaled sharply, surprised and distracted by Paige’s roaming hands. He felt like he was holding onto his resolve with white knuckles. Although, even though it made things harder (in all respects), he welcomed her touch, and appreciative noise escaped just before he kissed slowly up her neck, brushing her hair away from her ear to kiss the juncture of her jaw, then the shell of her ear and said, “Let me please you, fair maiden,” as a low, reverential request; he was surprised he wasn’t shaking with the control it took to continue the play acting. “Please, sailor. It’s been so long since I’ve felt the touch of a man,” Paige moaned, leaning her head against his as she felt her resolve quickly crumbling. Turning her head to the side, she sought out his mouth, pressing her lips against his for a kiss, which he met eagerly. That was the stone that started the avalanche, and as she deepened the kiss, her arms moved up to wrap around his neck and pull Nate closer, wanting to feel his skin against hers and his weight on top of her. She just needed more. Hardly one to deny her anything, he smiled into their kiss and shifted his weight, pliant to where his girlfriend wanted him to be. Kissing her always made him feel like he’d never come up for air, so it was disappointing when he had to. Breathing heavy like he’d just run a race, he focused his attention instead on touching every part of her exposed skin that he could reach. “Want to be inside you,” he groaned, while his hands worked the clasp of her fancy bra open. “Want to feel how tight you are.” He hooked his thumbs into the straps and drew them down slowly, careful not to snap them. Paige pulled her arms back, trying to help Nate get her bra off her that much faster. She didn’t even care what happened to it once it was off her (though she really hoped he hadn’t broken her new and expensive bra) and instead just reached out to him again, seeking his touch once more. “Want that. Want you so much,” Paige moaned, “Please.” Then like he remembered he was still supposed to play a part he added, “I haven’t seen a port in months, and you’re the first beautiful thing I’ve laid my eyes on...” Unselfconsciously he bowed to kiss the swell of her exposed breast then moved lower, mouthing at her nipple; her bra discarded on the floor by the bed. Her breathing came out is short erratic gasps, every touch and kiss already feeling on the edge of being too much, but they’d barely even begun. Biting her lip, all-too-aware of how hard and sensitive her nipples her, she pushed her chest up further towards Nate’s mouth. “I want to make love to you for hours, until you’re shaking and spent,” he drawled as he continued to move down her body. “Please,” Paige begged, her resolve all but shattered already. A hand moved down her body, following Nate’s head until her fingers tangled into his hair. He wanted to keep the slow burn going, but the lower he got the more it became difficult to deny that that might not be possible. When he met the waistband of her tail, a tremor in his muscles while he tried to retain some control of himself, he considered using his teeth to draw the fabric down and off her body, but slipped his fingers beneath the spandex instead. Except it wouldn’t give an inch. He looked at Paige, confused. “Babe?” he asked, desperation already filtering into his tone. Her eyes had fallen shut at some point, though she couldn’t remember when, but Nate’s voice caused her to open her eyes and look down at him. Her pupils were wide as they made eye contact. Breaking character, knowing just the problem, Paige said, “I know it’s kinda tight…” Mentally kicking herself for measuring something incorrectly or overestimating the stretch of the fabric, she added, “Need help?” Something in his brain shorted out for a half a second when she met his gaze. God, he loved when all he could see was a small ring of blue in her eyes. “A couple of pointers wouldn’t hurt,” he admitted, tugging gently at the fabric again, frowning when it still only barely moved. But it did move, so that was progress. “Lift your hips maybe?” Nathan couldn’t tell if his desperation was ratcheting up, or if it was his desire making him feel a little bit crazy. He kissed the soft skin of what he’d managed to expose of her hipbone, causing Paige to gasp at the feel of his lips on her sensitive skin, determined not to completely let the mood die with his inability to navigate a piece of clothing. “Is there some magic I need to know to give you legs, beautiful creature?” he asked as an effort to fall back into the scene they had been playing out. He was a little anxious to see if it would work, and anxious to see if between the two of them they’d be able to undress her before he lost the battle with his own willpower. It was easy for Nate to please her with his touches and kisses, but with each word that came out of his mouth, playing into this scenario she'd sprung on him, she felt the tangle of arousal intensify in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't even imagine how wet she was, but she could tell it was intense just from the way her clit was throbbing and aching to be touched. “There were old tales of words of love being able to break the spell we've been put under,” Paige said, voice shaking with arousal, then gave her tail a swish for emphasis. “Could you try, sailor? The spell will know if your intentions are pure. There just has to be a reason your ship landed by my lagoon and I think this is it.” Letting one hand run from her hipbone to her knee and back up again lazily, Nathan nodded earnestly and held Paige’s gaze while he said, “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my whole existence,” then paused, the corners of his mouth turning upwards, “If I died tomorrow I would want to die knowing that I was able to capture the heart of such a precious creature.” His voice broke towards the end, and indication of how much restraint he was exhibiting elsewhere. “Of the woman who has so thoroughly captured mine.” Without knowing if that fit as a ‘spell’ or not, though it was true even outside of the realm of their game, Nathan pressed another kiss to her hipbone as he continued his endeavor to divest her of the impossibly tight tail she had created. Although the fabric was moving by centimeters, not inches, and not nearly quick enough for his liking. There was what felt like hours of struggling, but was probably only minutes in reality, that culminated in Nathan stopping to collect his resolve again, a low noise of frustration bubbling up from the back of his throat as he decided to change tactics and applied more strength. Not enough to tear seams, but less carefully than he’d been. When the change in game plan paid off and he was able to reveal inches of skin his frustration shifted rather quickly back to desire. Paige lifted her hips and did her best to help him get the tail down her legs, feeling her arousal growing with the anticipation of it all. She’d been ready for him basically the moment he started playing along, feeling herself falling more in love with him, if that were even possible. He peeled the spandex down and off of her legs until he was able to drop the entire tail off the end of the bed, then he sat back on his haunches and let his eyes roam hungrily over her. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he told her. “Looks like you broke the spell, sailor,” Paige said breathlessly, very aware of Nate’s eyes taking in her naked body. Underwear underneath the tail hadn’t seemed like a good idea when she’d been putting it on, and now she was especially glad that they didn’t have one more piece of fabric to get in their way. At this point, if Nate wasn’t inside her as soon as possible, she was certain she’d go crazy. She couldn’t think of a time that she’d ever been this wet before and he’d barely even touched her so far. “Are you going to make good on your promise? Make love to me until I’m shaken and spent?” She asked, her big blue eyes looking at him hungrily. Breaking character, unable to help herself, she moaned in frustration, rubbing her thighs together to try and ease some of the tension, and whined, “Please, Nate.” If Nathan had been thinking about sitting there and teasing her further, it went right out of his mind with her pleading request, and he wasted no time discarding his underwear on the floor with her tail. He climbed the bed again, with kisses and caresses to the skin that was newly exposed, nudging her thighs apart to kiss a line up to her hip joint, before he moved his head and licked into her pussy, barely teasing between her lips. Paige’s mouth opened to gasp at how good his mouth felt on her, however brief it had been, but barely a raspy moan managed to escape her throat. It was like all the air had been sucked right out of her as his tongue made contact with her. This wasn’t an unusual response, but it was a premature one. He’d gotten her riled up so fast that it was like her brain was short circuiting, forgetting how to function normally. “Please what?” he asked drawing back, shifting upwards to rest his chin against her pubic bone while he teased her clit with his thumb. Paige’s shallow breaths made her chest rise and fall rapidly as her hips pushed up, seeking more friction. “What do you want? You want me to eat you out? Make you come with just my fingers and my tongue?” he smirked and slid one digit inside her, stroking once before drawing it back out, leaving Paige clenching around nothing and moaning out in frustration, wanting him back inside her. His voice an impossibly low register, and an indication that he might not last if that was the case. “You’re so fuckin’ wet.” he had forgotten the game sort of now that they were both naked and so close. Paige’s hands grabbed at the sheets, needing something -- anything -- to ground her back to reality when her head was spinning thinking about how she wanted everything he was describing. Even if she wasn’t one for dirty talk herself, there was really little else that got her going as fast as hearing Nate say all those filthy things to her, as if him talking about how he was going to eat her out was part of a casual conversation. It was the worst (and by worst, really she meant the best) when he would lean over when they were out in public and whisper something filthy like ‘I’m gonna stretch out your tight pussy with my cock when we get home’ and then she’d be expected to make it through dinner with their friends and not look like she was about to have a heart attack or something. “Or I could make love to you slow, sink into your tight pussy,” Nathan turned his head and nipped lightly at the skin of her hip, “draw it out ‘til you’re gaspin’.” He licked a stripe where he’d just nipped her. “it’s your choice, beautiful.” It was still her game. “I’m already gasping,” she panted, a hand releasing from the sheets to move down and tangle her fingers in Nate’s hair. An action that made him moan as soon as he felt her fingernails against his scalp. It always took a lot of willpower for her to rise above her shyness about dirty talk and forget her worry of saying something wrong or stupid, but with a hard swallow, she said, “Want you inside me, Nate. On top of me. Baby, you’re too far away. C’mere…” After a brief pause, she added, “Now,” her voice surprisingly firm for how far gone she felt. But swear to God, if Nate stopped at a time like this to go fumble around and get a condom she would scream -- and not in the good way. She was on birth control for a reason. And right now her brain was telling her that the sole reason was so Nate could put his dick inside her that much faster. For a good little Catholic girl from Oklahoma, there was something about being with Nate that unleashed this wanton side of her. He knew the effort it took for her to say that string of words out loud, knew without a doubt that his best course of action was just to do as she said. Her last word a command more than a request; a command that went straight to his dick and sent him a little crossword. Paige wasn’t bossy usually, but god that hit a nerve just right, and with no hesitation he shifted and climbed the rest of the bed until he was hovered just over her. In a different moment he might’ve asked if she was sure, if she couldn’t wait the seconds it would have taken him to find protection, but her tone hadn’t given him any kind of reason to second guess her desire. “As you wish,” he said, capturing her mouth with his once their faces were inches from each others, urging her wordlessly to shift her hips for a better angle before he positioned himself and sunk into her, slow and measured and the opposite of every emotion he was actually feeling. With Nate above her and then inside her, Paige’s arms naturally wrapped around his chest to pull him closer. Lips frantically seeking out his, a hand moved up, cupping the side of his face as she kissed him. Her lungs were burning for air, but she just kept kissing him, soft moans escaping every so often, wondering how she could ever get enough of him. “Fuck,” he moaned into her mouth, breaking their kiss, coming up for air. He was breathing heavy with his body pressed against hers, and his dick inside of her after what felt like hours of torturous foreplay. “God, you’re so fuckin’ tight, baby. Can feel how stretched out and wet you are for me,” he said into her shoulder just before he took in a final deep, steadying breath and pulled back out, groaning with the friction their bodies created. “Want to hear you moanin’ my name, feel so good around my dick,” he continued his litany, turning his head to nip at the hinge of her jaw before he thrusted back in, experimenting with a rhythm while he watched her reaction. Paige’s back arched and her head fell to the side, giving Nate more room to kiss along her neck. Her blood was pounding and he could probably feel her pulse under his lips, but she didn’t think it was a secret how much she wanted him. If anything, she hoped he could feel it because she wanted him to know. It was so difficult for her to express, especially in the heat of the moment, and sometimes she worried that he underestimated it. She wasn’t some porn star girl who moaned and whipped her hair around and told her man he was making her come twenty times. (She knew multiple orgasms were a thing but could girls even do that? It seemed awfully exhausting, considering after like two, her brain was reduced to goo.) But that didn’t mean Paige didn’t have these feelings. “Nate,” her voice trembled, her grip on him tightening as she shifted her hips, positioning herself to take him just a little bit deeper. “You feel so--” but she moaned as he hit that spot just right and stopped her from finishing that thought. Gasping and squeezing her eyes shut for just a moment, she forced them open again and tried again, with more success. “Feel so good, Nate,” she said, a shy smile starting to form on her lips. Nathan’s pace stuttered then sped up and intensified at her words; he knew what it took for her to get outside of her head enough to verbalize anything, and she did that for him. It came near to undoing him every time. He lifted his head from where he’d been mouthing at her collarbone to catch the smile on her face. “Love you, baby,” he told her with an open, devoted smile as he attempted to keep a rhythm and not break down into chaotic thrusts. He wasn’t Superman, he wouldn’t be able to draw it out much longer, but he wanted to live in the moment for as long as possible. “Want to feel you come ‘round my cock,” he said against her neck as his mouth travelled back upwards, sucking a spot over her pulse point (he’d apologize about the mark later). “C’mon beautiful,” he drawled against her ear, “come for me.” He kept one arm braced, but snuck a hand between them to rub at her clit, not quite matching the rhythm of his thrusts, but close enough. His only desire in the moment was to make her feel good, to make the risk she’d taken with her game worth the reward. “I want you a goddamn mess when we’re done. So wet, with my come dripping down your thighs.” He took a ragged breath. “God, I want to lick my come from your pussy, eat you out and see if I can make you come again.” Logic told him that the odds weren’t for that, but he was beyond logic, focused instead on getting her over the edge. With each word, thrust and brush of his finger against her clit, Paige was worked closer and closer to her orgasm, quiet moans escaping in increasing intervals as she got closer to the edge. Now that Nate was really laying the dirty talk on thick, some of the inhibitions that prevented her from vocalizing during sex were broken down, and with her brain practically like goo, between gasps of breath and escaping moans, she whispered out his name and that she loved him and that she was so close-- Finally, with the right combination of the feeling of his cock and fingers and hearing the filthy words he was saying into her ear, Paige let out one final gasp and pushed her hips up hard against him. She felt herself clench down around him, her climax taking her over entirely. Rocking her hips up against him as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body, she eventually fell back bonelessly against the mattress, breathing hard. Nathan hadn’t been able to hold out much longer than Paige; his own release hit like a freight train, staggering his thrusts, then speeding them up until he was riding out the last of it just as Paige relaxed into the mattress. Moaning a string of words and Paige’s name as the last tremors worked their way out of his muscles, his chest rising and falling as rapidly as hers. Though she was sensitive as hell, she wrapped her arms around Nate, keeping him close and burying her face in the crook of his neck. Warm puffs of air hit Nate’s skin at each heavy exhale, making him shiver, but once she’d managed to steady herself enough, she said quietly, “I love you so much, baby.” “Love you too,” he responded, “so much.” His words slurred and borderline sleepy, content to stay close for a little longer. “This was a good idea,” he told her just before he hooked one thumb under her chin and turned her face upwards so he could kiss her gentle and slow. If Paige’s game proved anything, it proved that Nathan had learned not to underestimate her ideas. “I meant what I said,” he murmured against her mouth once he’d broken their kiss. “Gonna see if my mouth on your pussy can make you come like that again,” he smirked against her lips, “soon as I have the energy.” Shifting, he pulled out and resettled so Paige wasn’t taking the brunt of his weight. Blushing and biting at her lip, Paige let out a shaky laugh and shook her head in incredulity. They were barely over their climaxes and already he was talking about trying to get her off again. If anything, though, she took it as a sign that this whole mermaid scenario hadn't been a bad idea. Maybe they’d even do it again? Paige shifted to her side and rested her head on Nate’s chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat slowly relax to a more steady pace. “You're a devious man, Nate Posey,” she said with another chuckle. But there was not one damn thing she'd change about any of this. With a content sigh, she added shyly, “And I'm ready to go again when you are.” MARCH 2010 Married life was a lot different than Paige expected. It wasn't all cutesy breakfast in bed and showering together every morning and making sweet sweet love and catching an afternoon delight whenever the opportunity presented itself. Maybe if Nate were around that is what their marriage would be like, but he was deployed again and Paige was living her life or doing the best she could when she was a half to a whole that was mostly just a half. There was always the guilt of feeling resentful towards him for being gone all the time and often she had to talk herself off the ledge by reminding herself that Nate was serving his country and it was a very important job. Deep down she knew that and believed that but she also wished that she didn't have to go to bed every night alone or wait for an email from him just to know he was okay or even that he was thinking about her while he was off where ever he was, thousands of miles away. That darkness was always weighing on the back of her mind but that night she'd actually made some plans with some of the few friends she'd managed to make during her time in Lemoore. They'd gotten tickets to an art show and planned for dinner and drinks after. Paige actually had a reason to dress to the nines and it felt damn good. Midway through the show, that all changed. Embarrassed that she'd forgotten to silence her phone, she took it from her purse, fully intending on ignoring the call, but was surprised to see Nate's name flashing across the screen. Cell service was spotty out there in the big blue ocean, so with some confusion she answered. “Hello? Nate?” “Yeah,” Nathan answered from the other end of the line, smiling at the sound of her voice, “hey beautiful. Where you at? I just got in and the house is empty.” The squadron had been sent back early with the higher ups citing some weather thing as a reason, so instead of coming back in a week like they had intended, they parted ways with the ship early, and landed at Lemoore a couple hours before he’d called his wife. He would have called her as soon as he’d gotten out of his jet, but there were debriefs and checklists, and rules were rules. As much as he was itching to see her, he couldn’t just blow off important parts of his job to do so. Dropping his bag at the foot of their bed, he switched his phone to his other hand while he worked at the buttons of his uniform shirt. “Thought we could head for the woods for a couple of days. Weather’s supposed to be nice.” Though she’d heard every single world Nate had said, something just wasn’t quite clicking in Paige’s brain. He was back early? He was home and wondering where she was? “What--?” She said stupidly before a flood of words came out of her mouth. “We can’t leave tonight to go anywhere. I’m out with friends. I didn’t think you’d be home for a week so I made plans. We’re at an art show and then we have dinner reservations after and I can’t just bail because this has pretty much been the only thing I’ve been looking forward to this week.” As she heard the words coming out of her mouth, that guilt started to flair up again. Her husband, who she barely got to see these days, was home and she was telling him she had other plans? But she did have other plans. And though rationally she knew that it was rarely possible for Nate to give her a heads up when his orders changed like this, she was irrationally and stupidly upset that he happen to show up unannounced the one time she actually got a life and did something social. Nathan was dumbstruck for a minute, thrown off balance by the tone of her voice. “I’m not askin’ you to drop your plans,” he responded slowly, measured. He’d been expecting a different response, a happier one at the very least. He didn’t know what to do with her frustration. “Wasn’t tryin’ to make it sound like you had to skip out on your girls.” Not that he wasn’t disappointed that she was out, and would be for the next couple of hours. “I just missed you, is all.” He’d been in debrief for a few hours, and flying for a handful of hours before that, he was tired and he’d been looking forward to seeing Paige. But by the sound of it that wasn’t going to be the way the night went. “Would of called if I could have. But I thought you’d be happy to hear I was back.” As soon as he let those words out he wanted to rewind them back, it wasn’t fair for him to sound hurt that she had a life outside of him. But he wanted to see her. Hearing her voice, video chatting when the connection had held up, those just weren’t the same. Paige could feel a fight brewing between them or at least the need for a conversation longer than a couple minutes and, as horrible was it was, she just didn’t want to deal with it. In that moment, she just wanted to act like it was a normal night out with her friends, unburdened by the drama of her marriage. She wanted to have the night she’d planned on having, before Nate had come home early and thrown everything off. Running a hand through her hair nervously, Paige said, “You know what? I can’t--Now’s not really a good time to talk about this so I’ll just talk to you when I get home, okay?” Without waiting for a response, she hung up the phone. After putting it on silent, she stored it back in her bag and went to go rejoin her friends. The night turned out fun enough, even if she did feel like a little rain cloud was following her every move and reminding her that even though she was enjoying the art show and even though dinner was delicious and her friend told a joke that nearly had her crying with laughter, all that was going to end when she got home. She unlocked the front door to their house, hung her keys on the hook, and after a few clacking steps into the entryway, she stopped to take off her heels. It was later than she meant for it to be and a selfish part of her hoped that Nate would just be asleep so they didn’t have to have a fight tonight. No such luck. The light in the bedroom was on and she stepped inside, moving over to the closet to stash her heels and take off her dress. Stubbornly, she waited for Nate to make the first move. Nathan had thought about sleeping, he really had. The expansive mattress in their master bedroom had been real tempting after months of sleeping in a rack that wasn’t quite built for someone as tall and broad as him. But stubbornness had won out. He wanted to see Paige, whether or not she was happy to see him. He got that she had plans, that wasn’t just a line. He hadn’t expected to get hung up on though, but he was dealing with that too. “Have a good time?” he broke the silence in the room from his spot on the bed, laptop open next to him. His CO had sent flight footage to look over, and he hadn’t had anything better to do. He wasn’t successful at modulating his tone so he didn’t sound hurt about it, though. Maybe he wasn’t as cool about it as he thought. The resentment he’d thought he’d worked through seeping in around the edges. He was annoyed because he didn’t want to have that kind of conversation tonight; didn’t want it to be the first conversation he had with his wife. He wanted to be happy to see Paige, maybe peel that little black dress off of her slow and show her how happy he was to be back. But that wasn’t how the night was going to go, he figured. The line of her shoulders made him guess that much. The frustration roiling in his chest was another clue. Paige was in no mood to give Nate a show or have him try to distract her from this fight by trying to seduce her, so she quickly changed out of her dress into pajama shorts and an oversized shirt before walking towards the bathroom. Leaving the door open -- she wasn’t going to ignore him, after all -- she said, “Yeah, it was nice.” Taking out a makeup removal cloth, she went through the process of washing her face, using that as an excuse not to offer any other details. It was stupid and childish and she wasn’t even sure why she was so mad, but she was and dammit she wasn’t going to be the first one to crack tonight. So, stubbornly, she just continued washing her face and then brushed her teeth. When she felt she couldn’t delay any longer, she finally made her way back into the bedroom and sat down on her side of the bed, still not saying anything. God, this was so stupid. Could something be considered a fight if neither of them were actually saying anything? Nathan took the open door as a good sign, but he didn’t know what to do otherwise, he was concerned that he’d make the entire thing worse if he said anything. He’d never had that kind of welcome home before, so the silence stretched for a few long moments even after Paige had come back to the bedroom. He’d closed his laptop and set it on the floor beside the bed while Paige had been removing her makeup. He was being stupid and he knew it, Paige wasn’t some stranger even though they’d been apart for awhile. So he took a calculated risk, cleared some of the distance between them and wrapped an arm around her before he kissed her temple. He thought that was the safest approach given the vibe he’d gotten from her. “I should have asked how long you thought you’d be out,” he commented, realizing only after the words had tumbled out of his mouth how accusatory they might sound. Moments ago Paige hadn’t quite been able to pinpoint why she was so upset about all of this, but his words rekindled the anger that was simmering in the back of her mind. Shoving his arm away, she pushed herself up to a seated position and looked at him, eyes narrowed. “I’m surprised you didn’t give me a curfew or threaten to ground me for not being home when you got here,” she scoffed. “Just because you come home after months of being away--” she let out a frustrated sigh, “--I still have to live my life while you’re gone and that doesn’t go on pause just because you’re here. You just came back and expected me to drop everything for you. It’s just not fair, Nate.” “Why the hell would I do any of that?” Nathan threw back, his wife’s annoyance spurring on his own until he was just as tense as she was. “I’m your husband, not your parent, and I told you I didn’t expect you to drop your plans just for me.” But obviously Paige had gotten a very different impression from their phone conversation. Had he made it seem like what he’d said was just a line? Somehow, even though he couldn’t pinpoint how, Paige must have felt like it was. Climbing off the bed because he couldn’t sit there any longer, Nathan debated pacing the room, then aborted the idea and just stood his whole body a combination of tired and tense. “I’m sorry that you think I expect you to drop everythin’. But I don’t get a lot of time home, and the least I was hopin’ for was that you’d be happy to see me.” He hated himself a little for how he sounded like he was throwing guilt at her, but she’d probably think his apology was insincere if he said it now in the middle of an argument. Paige felt so small, pressed against the headboard of the bed as Nate towered over her. She really did want to be happy and all things considered she should be happy. When he was gone all she wanted was for him to be home. But then she’d had such a weird reaction to him calling when she’d been out with her friends earlier that evening and now she didn’t know what to think at all. “I want to be happy but I just--I spend every waking minute missing you when you’re gone,” Paige said, frustration clear in her voice. “And I have to figure out how to live my life and just when I start to get used to it you come back into town and just expect to pick up where we left off. But that isn’t how this works, Nate.” He leaned against the wall, and slid down it a little. Defeat had already started creeping into the line of his shoulders and kept getting heavier with each word she said. Nathan didn’t know how to win this, he didn’t know what to do. “How does it work?” he asked. “I can’t change my career, Paige. I have to be gone, I signed contracts, I love what I do.” He puffed out a sigh. “I’m not tryin’ to expect anythin’, I don’t think I expect anythin’.” Had he though? He second guessed himself, playing back the conversation from earlier. It wasn’t like Paige just picked random emotions out of thin air. If she said it she meant it. “I’m just gonna sleep on the couch tonight,” he suggested, rather than addressing anything else or making a case for his actions. “Give you some space.” She hated this so much but she knew that there was no way for either of them to ‘win’ this argument tonight or come to any kind of resolution. They were both too stuck in what they were feeling and not all that receptive to hearing what the other had to say. Exhausted from this fight, and just wanting it to end for now, Paige huffed out a sigh and said, “Fine. Goodnight.” |