bulldozzerx (bulldozzerx) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-01-18 22:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | #january 2018, greg, greg x ophelia, ophelia |
Who: Greg and Phee
When: after school, Friday, Jan 12th
Where: School, car, Overlook
Status: Complete
Warnings: Turns NSFW
Phee felt like something followed her all the way from her locker to the front doors of the school. There was something on her shoe that made it squeak when she walked on the linoleum, something she didn’t want to look at, so she was very happy to push through the doors and get her feet onto concrete. Part of her wanted to drop and roll around in the snow, to try and wash herself off like a dog might, but that would look crazy. The stale, humid smell of that place was lingering in her sinuses, and she tried to replace it with fresh freezing air as she looked desperately around for Greg.
She spotted him near the front steps, talking to a couple of other guys, and Phee hurried over there. He was supposed to give her a ride home anyway, so he was probably waiting for her, but she still felt a little intrusive as she stepped into the loose boy-circle and hooked her arm through Greg’s, a splotchy flush in her cheeks. “Hi,” she said a bit breathlessly. “Um, can we go? Like now.”
Greg was about to tell a joke that had been building and bubbling up inside him for a good minute now but the way Phee stepped up to him made him forget it instantly. "Hi!" he exclaimed, going from cheerful to a little puzzled at her demeanor. She didn't look upset as such, just... off? Rushed at least. "Yeah, we can go now, I was waiting for you," he told her and gave the guys he was with a casual wave before turning to walk with her. "You okay? Did you kill someone?" he asked with a hesitant smile once they were a few feet away from the group.
Phee didn’t even look at the other boys as they moved away, just grateful that Greg listened to her and didn’t want to keep standing around and bullshitting for a while. She was hugging his arm pretty hard to her side, but Phee couldn’t make herself ease up. She just wanted to crawl into his arms and cling and cry and maybe scream a little, and they needed to be elsewhere for that. At Greg’s question, Phee let out an unsteady laugh before she cringed. “No, but ... something happened, I’ll tell you in the car,” she said in a breathy rush.
"Okay, babe," Greg said and while he managed to keep his upbeat demeanor mostly in place, he felt worry creeping in. Something had happened. That was never a good thing in this fucking town and while she didn't look hurt or anything, well, he hadn't gotten hurt either and he'd still felt pretty fucked up when things happened to him. He leaned over to kiss her cold cheek but didn't try to carry a conversation until they reached his jeep. Once they were safely inside he pulled his hat off and started the engine, giving her a worried look.
Phee didn’t want to worry him, she really didn’t. There had been so much crap, and all of it sucked and it was scary. But she couldn’t keep something like this a secret either. It wasn’t fair, but she needed him. Phee just hoped all of this didn’t completely drive him away eventually. Once she was inside and her bag was stowed in the backseat, Phee met Greg’s gaze and promptly burst into tears. She immediately hated herself for it, because it was so stupid, but she couldn’t help it. She covered her face and tried to stop so she could talk, taking big hitching breaths. “Jules c-came to talk to m-me,” she started through her fingers. She could barely remember what that had been about now. “And s-she ... she did the th-thing, Greg. By accident, I g-guess, but we went somewhere else. It wasn’t just a h-h-hole, it was everything.”
One second she seemed fine, if a little hyper and the next she was crying and Greg felt his insides flop and sink. That feeling only got worse when she started talking and he stared at her, unsure if he should hug her or say something or... Fuck. "You went... in there? Were in there? How did-" He shook his head, feeling like he couldn't breathe as he thought about what that must have been like. It had been terrifying to see it from afar but to actually go inside some portal, be somewhere else. He reached out to take lightly grasp her wrists, not pulling her hands away from her face or anything but feeling like he needed to reassure her that he was there.
He didn’t need to, because Phee brought her hands down to reach for him, leaning over the center console to cling to Greg and bury her face into the shoulder of his coat. She let herself cry for a couple of minutes just to relieve some of the tension, but tried to quickly get it all back under control. She couldn’t tell him what happened if she couldn’t talk. Phee took a few hiccup-y breaths and sat back again, wiping at her messy face as she started to tell him what happened. “She was talking to me, and she started to look sick, like she might puke on the floor, and then something happened and the overhead lights blew out and everything around us changed. It was like, still the hallway, but ... not. There was all this stuff floating around in the air like dust, and it was dark and the light was weird and there was this stuff in puddles on the floor --” Phee paused to move her right foot so Greg could see her shoe and the drying red-black muck that was caked on it. “It was really slippery. And there were these -- these holes all over the walls, like ... I dunno, like a beehive, but all different sizes and they were like breathing or something.” Phee couldn’t keep the horror out of her voice, and she didn’t think she would ever forget how it had all looked. “And we heard something, like ... like giant bug feet on the floor, and we ran and I almost fell but we made it to the door and it was covered in that goop shit so I kicked it open but outside was the same, and there was this low fog everywhere and there were things moving in it.” She had to stop to breathe, her face scrunched up as she shook her head.
That was a lot and Greg was swept up in the story, horrified at her descriptions, worried about her breathing in something alien and terrible and also proud of her for kicking a door open like some badass horror movie lead. He wanted her to stay far away from Jules from now on but at the same time he worried about Jules and it wasn't fair to isolate her completely. "This is way too much," he whispered. "We need to get her some help, what if this happens again? What if..." He shook his head. The last thing Phee needed to hear right now was this idea that was pushing into his brain of Jules somehow opening up a hell portal over the whole town. As terrifying as things could be in Point Pleasant, it was nothing like Phee was describing. They still had normal moments, no way would any of them survive in some hell dimension! "Jesus, Phee. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you breathe any of that in?" He wanted to look her over, examine every part of her body to make sure she was safe and it was weird to want to do that without there being anything sexual about it.
She nodded, shook her head, then nodded again, but was aware that wasn’t very clear, so she took another deep shaky breath. “I’m okay, not hurt,” she said. “But I mean, it was all of the air, so I couldn’t help but breathe it in.” Would she start coughing up blood or something now? What if some crazy other-dimension kind of fungus started growing in her lungs? What if she became some pod person or something? This was all really scary. “Jules like, touched the wall by accident and she got some of the blood-gunk on her.” Phee shot a worried look toward the school building. “I asked if she would be okay to drive home and she said yes, but she ran off to the bathroom and I didn’t ... I let her go. What if it keeps escalating? Like this was way more than what you told me about, you know?”
There was a part of Greg that wanted to go find Jules and make sure she was okay, the thought of her alone in the bathroom invoked some pretty scary images of portals opening up and monsters coming out to chow on her. He forced himself to stay put because he did not have a gun yet, he had no way to fight off other-worldly monsters and he had a girlfriend to take care of right now. Hopefully Jasper was around, he'd text Jules later to make sure she was okay. It was hard to be reassuring when what Phee was saying made so much sense and he was actually thinking the same thing along with a great deal of worse possibilities. "Okay," he said and huffed out air as if clearing his lungs for a beat could clear his head. "We gotta... we need to talk to someone, some witches or something, think your dad could help?" He imagined Phee coughing up blood and swiftly pushed that mental image away because no. Just no.
It was a little weird to hear the ‘talk to witches’ suggestion when she was a witch, but Phee was aware she was a baby witch compared to others in town. She didn’t know how to help, her magic had felt completely useless over there, and she definitely had no ideas on how to fix Jules’s hands. She didn’t know if her dad would either, and worry that he would immediately crack down on her freedoms flashed through her brain. Possibly ridiculous, considering what had just happened to her, but still. She didn’t want to be cloistered away for her own ‘safety’ like some girl in a tower. “I don’t -- I don’t know,” she said to Greg, looking back at him with worry all over her face. “I don’t think anybody’s used to dealing with stuff like this. I mean ... we can try, someone should know, but ...”
"I'm going to do everything I can to keep you safe," Greg told her firmly. "But I don't know if we can protect Jules. I mean, staying away from her would probably be a good idea but it's also like a super shitty thing to do." He bit his lip, brows drawn tightly together to the point where his forehead almost hurt. "I'm gonna get a gun. If there are monsters just plopping into our world like that? I'm gonna get a gun." He hadn't meant to tell her but now it felt like he had to, that she'd know he'd have some way of protecting them if it came to it.
The funny thing -- if anything about this whole situation could be funny -- was that Phee and Jules had been the intruders this time, popping into a whole different world and screaming and kicking open doors and such. What if that skittering thing had been scared of them? That didn’t seem right though, that place had felt bad to Phee. Dangerous and malevolent. Those thoughts couldn’t last long though, because shock took over when Greg mentioned getting a gun. “A gun?” she blurted. The idea sounded crazy at the moment, because what good would a gun do against the thing that hurt her mom, for example? Or being transported to some gross dimension? Phee hadn’t ever been around guns, her family didn’t have any that she knew of, so it was scary to think about Greg having one. “Do you even know how to use a gun?”
Greg's initial reaction was to want to do an indignant sputter because of course he knew how to use a gun or he wouldn't be getting one. He wasn't the brightest guy around, even he knew that, but he wasn't that stupid. Phee was so upset though, so he held back on that urge, nodding patiently instead. "We used to go to the shooting range all the time and my granddad used to take us hunting. If I could like... shoot fireballs from my hands I'd take that over a gun but I can't so... I really wish I'd had one when Jules crashed her car, you know? And it feels like it's escalating."
Well that was something, but Phee still didn’t feel good about it. She could understand where he was coming from though -- she felt helpless too, and she was the one with magic running through her veins. So far it wasn’t useful magic, but hopefully that would change. Quickly. But trying to get out of some other dimension, or defend anyone against some monster she couldn’t even recognize ... all of that felt so out of her league. Out of everyone’s league, honestly. Especially very human Greg with a tiny human gun. Phee put her hands over her face and muttered, “ohmygod.” She could only sit there for a moment or two while fear made her feel sick. “I dunno what to do, Greg. I really don’t.”
Greg didn't know either and he hated that he couldn't tell her exactly what they were supposed to do next. He wanted to keep her safe and that included making her feel safe. "I don't know, babe," he said quietly, reaching up to cup the back of her head to pull her a bit closer, resting his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry that happened to you," he said. "You're safe now, okay? You're back home and I won't let anything happen to you." It was a meaningless promise considering the odds they were up against but he meant it with his whole heart. He'd wrestle an other dimension monster if he had to to make sure she got away, hell he even liked his chances.
It was so sweet and endearing, partly because of the hopelessness of it. Phee knew he really would try his hardest to protect her, and that meant everything. She slipped her arms around him and hugged him as tight as she could from that twisted position, her face tucked into the crook of his neck. His coat was soft under her cheek and he smelled so good. It reminded her of laying in his bed, it was a safe smell. The bizarre reality of what had just happened rolled over her again and her chest ached with all the intense mixed emotions. This was going to take a long time to fully process, she knew that already. “I love you,” she murmured. “I just wanna go home with you.”
"We can do that," Greg said, a little relieved there was something he could do to make her feel better, no matter how small. Nothing weird had ever happened at his home and he wanted to keep it that way, clinging to that feeling of certainty that it was safe, a haven away from Point Pleasant's bullshit. The closest a bad thing had gotten to his house was the fog and nothing had penetrated the walls or broken through the windows so in a way it was like a safety blanket still. He held Phee as long as she needed it while the car slowly warmed up. "I'm gonna text Jules," he said after a while. "Make sure she's... okay." Here, was what he wanted to say. Make sure she hadn't been gobbled up by her own portals, stuck in some other dimension without Phee there to kick down doors for her.
It was one thing to know in her head that bad things could happen to her at any time in any place, it was quite another to feel that. Phee didn’t want to. She didn’t want to be scared all the time. There was enough of that going around. She reluctantly pulled back and sat up when Greg spoke again. Texting Jules was a good idea, since Greg apparently had her number and all. “Okay,” she murmured, resettling in her seat. She nibbled on her bottom lip as she watched his hands, feeling guilty that she hadn’t followed Jules into the bathroom to make sure she was okay. What could they do though? They couldn’t be with her 24/7, Phee had already proven she was pretty useless in a portal situation. She just felt small and helpless and it sucked really bad.
Greg's text to Jules was short and to the point, just a quick r u ok???? and Jules replied fairly quickly with a simple yeah. Greg thought about calling her because what if this was just some monster holding Jules's phone. It wasn't like that message was conclusive. But fuck, what if she wasn't okay? What was he supposed to do about it? He decided to take it at face value for now and texted her back with: holler if u need anything!!!! What she might possibly need from him right now he had no idea, she was better off seeking comfort from her boyfriend or an actual powerful witch. He sighed and reached over, grabbing Phee's hand. "Let's go home?" he murmured a bit questioningly, showing her the screen. He didn't really want to say Jules was okay, like it might be a lie, but Phee could see for herself and if she wanted to go check on her, Greg would go with her but right now it felt more right to get the fuck away from school.
She looked at the screen he presented her with and nodded after quickly reading the words. Phee was sure that even if she was technically safe, Jules was far from Okay. There was just no other answer to give people who didn’t know you well and couldn’t help, she supposed. She wouldn’t want to share her true feelings with some casual friend right then either. Her eyes ticked to Greg as she reached for her seatbelt to put it on. “I dunno how long I can stay, I don’t know like, if Mom and Dad plan to go to Bash’s play all together or what, but I’ll find out.” Phee kind of hoped she could get out of it, if they wanted to go As A Family tonight. Going back to school and sitting in a dark room wasn’t appealing at all at the moment, as much as she wanted to support her brother. She did want to see it, of course, but this day had just taken a sharp turn, so she wasn’t sure of anything at the moment.
"Oh fuck, the play," Greg groaned because he'd completely forgotten all about that as soon as Phee told him what had happened. He'd meant to go to that play too, even if he didn't like Shakespeare. His best friend had a big role so of course he had planned on going. "You can go with me, if they don't mind," he suggested. "I'll keep you safe. It could be good, you know, a distraction and stuff." He had a similar thought about sitting in a dark room though, in the movies things tended to escalate at events like plays and dances and it was hard to discard that idea in reality. "I won't go if you don't," he quickly added, just so she knew he wasn't dead set on attending. "But if you gotta go, I'll be right there next to you."
Phee had the mean thought that she didn’t want to go if Jules was going to be there. They’d chatted about it briefly, but ... yeah, there was probably no way Jules would. Not now. Not when she knew she could just accidentally transport people into different scary-ass realms. There seemed to have been warning signs, like Jules about to throw up, but who knew how big her range was. If she was in the center of a room with a lot of people in it, would they all go? What if it was worse next time? Phee didn’t think Jules would risk that. She reached over to rest her hand on Greg’s thigh and gave him a smile. “I’d definitely rather go with you than my parents. We’ll see. I just ... I think Bash will be disappointed if we’re not there, but I don’t wanna get freaked out or something.”
"If you feel up to going and your parents are cool with it, we can go together," Greg told her. "If you want to stay home I'll stay with you. Whatever you wanna do, babe. Whatever you need." He wanted to go to the play, he really did, but his girlfriend had just been inside some gross hell insect dimension and if that wasn't a solid reason to miss the play, he didn't know what was. "Are you gonna tell your parents what happened? Or Bash?" He winced at the thought because jesus, her parents were overprotective already, if they knew about this they wouldn't ever let their kids out of their sight again, he was sure.
Phee was feeling some weird pressure to make a decision right then. It was sweet of Greg to be so accommodating, but she honestly couldn’t solidly think about what was going to be happening later that night at the moment. All she wanted to do was be somewhere quiet and private with him, bury her face in his chest and maybe cry some more, and try to process what had happened to her. “I don’t know yet,” she said in a small voice, weariness washing over her like a wave. “Can we just go, please?” Phee didn’t want to tell him to shut up and stop asking her stuff directly, but she wanted her ‘we’ll see’ to be enough for now. Now that they knew Jules hadn’t been whisked away to hell -- not that they could’ve helped if that was the case -- they could leave without guilt.
"Yeah," Greg said with a faint smile, the tone of her voice making him feel guilty for staying there for so long. She probably didn't want to be anywhere near school right now, not after what had happened so he really should have waited to text Jules until they were at his house. Well, he could stop wasting time now so he straightened up and backed out of the parking space, fastening his seat belt as he went. It was kind of hard to drive when he wanted to hold her, as if holding her could fix everything, but he tried to focus and only reached over to take her hand when he was safely on the road and heading toward Overlook. "I don't know why I'm thinking about giving you brandy, that's something mom always does when she's upset, just a sip of brandy. It tastes like shit." He was babbling now, trying to fill the silence with something normal, something light.
Phee buckled her own belt but then slouched lower in the seat, leaning her head against the window next to her. The vibration from the car running was kind of grounding and soothing, as weird as that probably was. She linked her fingers through Greg’s when he took her hand and smiled faintly at his rambling. It was sweet. Or maybe just awkward, like he didn’t know how to deal with her problems ... but Phee wouldn’t know how to deal with them either if she was on the other side, so she was going with sweet. “I don’t think I’ve ever tried brandy,” she mused in a murmur, her eyes focused out through the glass around them. “You don’t have like, a joint, do you?” She knew he smoked sometimes at parties and stuff, but Phee wasn’t sure if Greg ever kept any weed handy for himself.
Weed made more sense and Greg nodded, giving her hand a little squeeze. "Yeah, got some good stuff too, not too strong but like, super chill." It was a good idea, even if a part of him worried a little about her going home high and her parents finding out. But fuck, she needed something good today and Greg would give her anything she asked for. He hadn't smoked in a while and he wasn't completely sure he'd join her today, wanting to stay alert if something came up and recently, something always seemed to come up. "Have you tried Fruity Pebbles? I think you'll like it."
She told herself she wouldn’t get super stoned, just a little to calm her nerves for a while. Maybe it wasn’t a great idea to escape into a substance like that, but at the moment it sounded like a damn good plan to Phee. Especially if she was going to have to act normal around her parents for a while. “I don’t think so,” she answered Greg with a tiny smile. “But I don’t always ask the names of stuff I’m handed, you know?” Phee lifted their joined hands to kiss the back of Greg’s, then put it to her cheek for a moment. She liked his hands -- they were strong but always so gentle with her. Phee tried to think about that instead of how dead the air had smelled in that place.
Greg hadn't done extensive research on the strains of marijuana available but some of the names were funny and easy to remember. Like Fruity Pebbles. Breakfast of cartoony champions? Whatever. It was nice stuff too and he was sure Phee would like it. "I hope you're not smoking everything people hand you," he teased, knowing full well she wasn't surrounded by creeps giving her dodgy drugs and that made it feel safe to joke about it. "You're gonna get into trouble."
Phee gave a soft little laugh and squeezed Greg’s hand. “I don’t get handed stuff to smoke hardly ever, so no worries there,” she assured him, even though she knew he was joking. Phee didn’t get invited to those kinds of parties, and she was largely overlooked by those kinds of people. Unless she was with her boyfriend or her brother, that was. Which was largely okay by her, she didn’t like most people anyway. “Who do you get yours from, anyway? You trust them, right?”
Greg was fully aware that his girlfriend was a nerd. If he hadn't been before they started dating, he'd have caught on pretty fast by the fact some people told him she was. He'd never really understood what the big deal was, he was a nerd too, he just happened to also be a jock which was somehow a saving grace. As a nerd, Phee didn't really get dragged into a lot of trouble so he wasn't surprised to hear people weren't pushing drugs on her all the time. "Yeah, he's cool," he replied. "He used to go to our school, he's Brian Roush's cousin?" That probably didn't mean much to her but Greg could vouch for the guy.
The name sounded vaguely familiar, and Phee was okay with just that. It was a small town anyway, it wasn’t like there was a whole underground of shady characters lurking around. At least not at their high school level. The one good thing about everybody being in everybody else’s business was the protection it sometimes afforded. It was harder to hide as a bad person, word got around. “That’s good,” she told Greg, nodding slightly. If Greg trusted the supplier, she would too. And a few hits off of a good joint and some relaxation time with her boyfriend sounded like exactly what she needed now. Phee turned her gaze back out the window to watch the town roll by, looking so innocuous and quiet and quaint. What a crock of shit.
It was beautiful out, deceptively so, cold but still and the view when driving to Overlook was amazing. It was just hard to enjoy it when that was also exactly where Greg had seen Jules open up a portal. It hadn't been as horrible as the one Phee had been sucked into, just gray and apparently populated by scary shit. "Pot and brownies," he said. "Pebbles gives me the munchies and I have a bunch of brownies and snacks. You know, if you want something salty instead of sugary. I'll take both. It's totally that kinda day." They'd be a little high at the play too, if they ended up going, but that was okay. They might even have more fun that way.
Phee had always liked the little drive into Overlook, all the trees all around and that feeling of climbing to a new height. This afternoon it looked kind of stark and alien to her. Threatening, maybe. Definitely not soothing. It made her long for spring, when everything was alive and blooming again. Greg’s voice pulled her back, and she was dimly grateful for his need to ramble at the moment. “Definitely both,” she agreed with a small smile. “There’s a delicate balance there.” Phee wanted nothing more than to already be there and stoned, cuddled up to Greg and slowly munching on a brownie. Her mother would be completely appalled, but Phee didn’t care. She just wanted to forget the past couple of hours had ever happened.
Greg had often been glad he lived close to the road out of Overlook but he was especially happy about it now as he turned in on Rosewood Drive. They'd be home within minutes and maybe it was naive to feel safe in the house but he did, safer than out here at least. "Both," he agreed because rambling was making him feel better too and talking about food was so normal, they both needed normal at the moment. "If all else fails I'll borrow mom's dog and you can cuddle him," he said jokingly. "If cuddling me doesn't do the trick seeing as how I'm not furry enough." Now he was just talking nonsense and he knew it but dogs tended to make people happy. There was some study about how being around dogs lowered people's blood pressure or got some good chemicals flowing. That was definitely an effect he wanted to have on Phee, calm her down and make her happy.
Phee laughed a bit, unable to help it as she pictured Greg and his mom’s dog having a fur contest, and lifted his hand to kiss it again. “You’re plenty furry for me,” she told him with a warm smile. Her stomach was still knotted and uncomfortable, but the further away from the school they got, the safer she felt. “Obviously they’ll have to be naked cuddles though, for it to really be the same effect,” she added, only mostly teasing. She would see how she felt after weed and snacks, but sex was always nicely distracting too. If she could keep the invasive memories out. They reached Greg’s house and parked, then hustled inside through the cold. Phee stripped her coat off and hung it up, then got out of her shoes and left them by the door with a sigh. She wished they could just live together, or at least have overnights so she wouldn’t have to go back out there to go home; that wish was even stronger today.
Greg popped a kiss on her cheek before ordering her to get comfy so he could dart around and get everything ready for them. It probably would have made more sense to let her help carry everything but he wanted to spoil her because she had just had the worst day. "Find something for us to watch," he hollered from his room as he went to find his weed stash first and foremost. Thankfully some of the snacks were already by the TV but it still took some running around to get everything ready before he plopped down by Phee's side on the couch. It was always a relief to be home when it was this cold out but he felt it extra hard today, knowing what had happened and what could happen. "Let's get you all chill," he murmured, settling down at the edge of his seat to pour them both drinks. "You want a joint or a pipe?"
On another day Phee might have protested and tried to help him gather stuff, but today she was good with just plunking her ass down on the couch and being catered to. She got comfortable, crossing her legs and pulling some of the snacks in closer, and smiled faintly at Greg when he returned. “Um ... pipe is easier, I guess,” she said, briefly leaning her head against his shoulder. “Just don’t laugh at my coughing.” She still wasn’t a big smoker, so she tended to cough like a newbie. She wondered vaguely if air witches could control that sort of thing.
"I'll get some edibles next time," Greg murmured since he wasn't a fan of making her cough so no, of course he wouldn't laugh at her! The pipe was indeed easier and quicker and within minutes they were ready to smoke. Greg let her have the most of it, he'd intended to be sober today but... it was tempting once he smelled it. At least he knew his limits and Pebbles didn't make him silly or anything. He draped his arm over Phee's shoulders as they shared the pipe, nuzzling her hair with his nose while she smoked. He totally wanted to remind her she was safe now but he worried that would just remind her even more of all the horrible shit that had happened. Greg could be clueless and boisterous but at moments like these he could also behave himself. He rubbed her back when she coughed and waited until she settled down before asking her, "Good?"
It didn’t take a lot to get Phee high, and after the first couple of puffs she started to feel the effects, her body feeling pleasantly heavier and the room taking on a surreal sort of quality. After one or two more good hits, she felt like that would be enough. Giving another little cough with her sleeved hand over her mouth, she handed the pipe back to Greg and nodded. “Yeah, it’s good,” she confirmed a bit hoarsely. Phee giggled a bit at her voice and cleared her throat again. “Thank you,” she added as she snuggled up against Greg’s side more firmly. The memory of what had happened that day was still there, of course, but it seemed quieter now, muted by a comfy blanket of THC. That was where Phee wanted to stay for as long as she could manage.
"Anything for my babe," Greg murmured as he put the pipe away, careful not to jostle Phee too much as he reached for some brownies on the table. He offered them to her, balancing the two on his fingers in a way that reminded him of The Goblin King so that was pretty cool, like he could start doing all sorts of magic shit now if he wanted to. So maybe he'd smoked a little more than he planned to, or maybe that was just how his brain always worked. "The babe with the power," he said with a little grin and he kind of felt like dancing a little as his brain picked up on where he was going with it and started playing the song in his head.
“What power? The power of voodoo,” Phee joined in, grinning a bit as she took one of the offered brownies. “Who do? Do what? Remind me of the babe ...” She gave a tiny wiggle before she took her first bite and groaned her appreciation. That was a damn good brownie. All food was better when you were high, of course, but that seemed especially true for desserts. She took another bite and let her head fall against Greg’s shoulder again while she chewed, watching the side of his handsome face. “I still feel lucky, you know,” she murmured after a moment. “That you like, wanna go out with me.”
"Well, I feel lucky you wanna go out with me," Greg told her between bites of brownie and he was right there with her, that brownie was perfection. What she said didn't really register to him as anything but a sweet statement and he felt the same so he didn't feel like they needed to linger, his mind already on the chocolate in his mouth. "The whole Harry Potter chocolate thing makes so much sense," he murmured. "Like I feel better just eating this, like chocolate is going to save us all from doom. Maybe we should start carrying chocolate with us wherever we go. Ooh, can you do illusion magic? Or do you think you'll be able to? Like make a patronus and shit?"
There were a lot of reasons that Phee felt lucky, and the way Greg seamlessly moved the conversation into the realm of Harry Potter was actually one of them. She felt truly blessed to have found a rare unashamed nerd-slash-jock combo. Well, technically Sebastian had found him, she guessed, but still! Lucky her. Phee tittered and shrugged a bit. “I dunno,” she answered. “I can try to find out, though. Maybe air witches can? It would be fun though. To do like, the flashy magic.” She wasn’t sure if that was even realistic, or if it was it was perhaps a complete waste of energy, but now she still wanted to know if she could do it. “I’m like, totally on board with carrying chocolate around everywhere, though. We should start doing that no matter what.”
"I remember your vines on Halloween," Greg mused as he considered just what Phee might be able to do with her magic that was fun and cute and not protective or terrifying. "You could probably make plants dance or form shapes, that'd be awesome." He let out a little snicker at the thought of little dancing house plants. "You could have your own Groot," he said excitedly and god, he hoped this was helping. He felt better, but he hadn't been whisked into some gross hell dimension so his fear was very much second hand.
It was helping, especially since Phee was high and one-track-minded, and Greg was currently filling that track up with good things. She laughed happily at that revelation, and immediately wanted to do it -- raise a sapling that could dance and talk and understood things ... well, maybe not that last part. Sentience could be terrifying. But how fucking fascinating would that be? “Oh goddess, I so want to talk to trees,” Phee exclaimed, gazing up at Greg with open adoration. “Or any plants, really. Know what they’re thinking, ‘cause I know they have more of an inner life than we know, you know? But yeah, the vines were real. I know people can do illusion magic, Zania’s brother is good at it, I just dunno how to do it yet. Obviously.”
"Careful what you wish for," Greg said with a little titter. "I was like, I wanna talk to dogs when I was little. I want a talking dog! And then I read something or someone told me something about how it'd just be like a non stop 'let's play, let's eat, let's play, where's ball, let's eat, let's play, I need to poop, wake up I need to poop' and I was like... shit no." He started laughing more the longer he tried to narrate the inner workings of a dog but it was interesting to try to imagine what plants might say. "Plants would be like... Sun, water, sun, water or!-" his eyes widened. "Maybe they're like nothing but biology formulas, like math, photosynthesis math. Shiiiit."
Phee laughed along with him, because that was hilarious and not something she’d ever thought about before, but he was probably totally right about the talking dogs. They probably wouldn’t be deep into philosophy or anything. She raised her brows at him as he moved on to plants and then cracked up all over again. “You are so high right now,” Phee told him as she giggled. She was really high too, so the idea of ‘photosynthesis math’ being an understandable thing seemed actually possible. “That’s like, a good thought though, maybe you’re right. Now I really wanna know, I wonder if I could ever figure out how to understand it, you know?” Part of her mind was spinning off now into what that might sound or feel like, and what-all plants could tell her about the earth itself.
"What if it was like that fairy tale or parable or whatever about the guy who whispered his secrets to a tree?" Greg mused, not caring if he was super high or not. "Was that the guy with the donkey ears? Whatever but what if plants were like... gossip historians." He laughed, delighted at his idea. "Tree network, if anybody had sex near a tree, all the trees know. The Trees Know. That sounds like a movie." It should be a movie, he had the sudden urge to go into film making now and make a silly B movie that'd become a cult classic.
For some reason the donkey ears comment made Phee start giggling madly, and the rest of what Greg said only intensified her amusement. It felt really good to laugh so hard after what had happened, like the sun coming out after a storm. She didn’t even know what he was talking about aymore, but it didn’t matter at all. With her chest feeling all warm and full, Phee shifted around until she could swing one leg over Greg’s lap. She settled in on his thighs and slipped both arms around his shoulders, smiling faintly as she gazed at him with bloodshot eyes. “This would all suck like ten million times worse without you, you know,” she murmured. “You should kiss me.”
She was laughing and she wanted to kiss, Greg considered this a Mission Success as he grinned up at her and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm better at kissing than talking anyway," he said happily and then he did exactly as she asked, craning his neck to kiss her. She tasted like pot and chocolate and those two things along with her were some of Greg's favorite things so this kiss really couldn't go wrong for him. Admittedly a part of his brain was still focused on his potential movie but those thoughts grew quieter by with every second that ticked by. "I'll always be here to make it better," he promised, murmured against her lips. "Whenever you need me."
It was a perfect kiss from her perfect boyfriend who was holding her so perfectly and making perfect promises ... so why did it make Phee’s nose sting? She’d just been laughing a moment ago, and she was kind of horny at the same time. Emotions were dumb and didn’t make sense. “You’d better,” she murmured back, the words a tiny bit rough. “‘Cause I need you.” A bad thought occurred to her -- what if Jules had transported her and Greg into another dimension when she’d had her car accident and they’d never gotten out? That really did make her want to cry, and she didn’t want to, so she kissed Greg again to drown it out, for longer and deeper this time. Phee didn’t want to think about anything but him anymore.
Greg didn't miss that sudden surge of emotions; it was in her voice and the way she breathed and probably some micro expressions he wasn't really aware of noticing. He was more than happy to kiss it all better although he winced a little when he knew with certainty his dick was definitely getting hard, like it might be inconsiderate to get hard when she was obviously emotional but at the same time, not. She wanted a distraction, Greg happened to know his dick was a pretty good one. "I know you're like a little messed up right now," he murmured after a little while, nipping lightly at her bottom lip. "But I'm high and you're hot and you're sitting on my lap." He rocked his hips a little and grinned before kissing her again. It was up to her if she took that as an invitation or an apology, to Greg it was kind of both.
Phee had felt the erection happening even before Greg drew attention to it, and she didn’t mind in the slightest. It was the opposite of minding, really. Making out with her boyfriend and turning him on was the most normal thing in the world, while still being exciting and arousing and distracting all at once. She wasn’t so messed up that she’d forgotten what usually happened when she sat in Greg’s lap. She definitely wasn’t insulted or put out by it, considering that kind of distraction was exactly what she wanted. Phee huffed an amused little sound against his lips. “I know what I’m about, son,” she murmured and gave another snicker. To prove she didn’t mind, she kissed him back with a bit more intensity and squeezed his hips with her knees.
Greg laughed at her cock sure words but then she was kissing him in the best way possible and laughter was far from his mind. He ran his hands down over her hips and to her ass, clutching at her and bucking up against her. "Chocolate," he murmured against her lips. "Pot. Sex." The best ingredients for feeling better though he didn't quite get those words out - he figured she got the meaning without him spelling it out for her and they were already sampling all those goods. "My room?" he murmured instead and this was so much nicer than making a movie in his head or speculating about photosynthesis math.
She was in full agreement that all three of those were excellent things, especially combined. Phee had only had sex stoned a couple of times now, and it always seemed to make all the pleasure feel more intense. Today of all days, Phee thought she could use some intense pleasure. The way he pushed up into her made her tingle, and Phee didn’t hesitate to nod at the question. She wanted Greg to not only distract her, but make her feel completely transported somewhere else. A good place this time. Hopefully it would make the memories of what had happened at school a little quieter. “Your room,” she agreed softly. Phee gave Greg’s bottom lip a soft nip, then pushed away to get off of him and stand up so they could relocate.
Greg slipped his hand in the back pocket of her jeans as they headed for the bedroom, rubbing his nose in her hair to enjoy the softness of it and breathe in the smell of her shampoo. It all felt a bit elevated, stronger and slower thanks to the weed so he felt like he enjoyed that moment for a great deal longer than he actually did. Once they were in his room he pulled his t-shirt off before moving closer to pull Phee's shirt off too, grinning lazily at her as he nudged that fabric up higher on her body. They still had some time before they had to really decide what to do about that play and he wanted to make the most of it.
Phee always loved it when he sniffed her hair -- or rather breathed it in like she was a bakery or a bouquet all on her own -- and she giggled a bit, her arm around Greg’s back. She watched with obvious relish as he took his shirt off, because that would never not be hot, then lifted her arms so he could peel her sweater off. She hadn’t put on any sexy underwear that morning or anything, her bra just a boring off-white color made for support instead of seduction, but Phee was sure Greg wouldn’t mind. It would be coming off momentarily anyway. She left that up to him, smiling with her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she reached for the button of his jeans to undo them.
Greg wasn't super picky about underwear. Sure he liked watching girls in pretty lingerie but it was so common everywhere that it wasn't all that exciting anymore. This was exciting though so dull bra or not it was hot as fuck when he undid the clasp in the back and pulled it off Phee. He ducked down to kiss her chest before he shimmied out of his jeans with some dramatic flair and it was proving hard to wipe his grin off his face when he wasn't kissing her. "I'm so happy," he said, low and sincere and sure, part of that was because he was high but not all of it. "Are you happy?" He leaned in again to rub his nose against her cheek.
As he dipped his head toward her bare chest, Phee ran her fingers through his hair, relishing all that thick softness. She hoped he never went bald, as shallow as that probably was. Greg was just so beautiful as he was, she never wanted anything to change. She wanted to live in this moment for forever, where everything was soft and warm and safe and sexy. Phee let out a soft hum at his question, smiling at the nuzzle, that loved feeling expanding in her ribcage. It was such a good feeling but made her feel like she might cry at the same time. “I’m very happy,” she murmured back, running her hands over Greg’s chest and sides. “Because of you,” she added, in case there was any question. Phee moved her head to catch Greg’s lips with her own.
That was music to Greg's ears because who didn't want to hear stuff like that? He kissed her back with a happy little hum, pulling her in close and enjoying the way her breasts pressed against his chest. "I wanna take care of you tonight," he murmured against her lips after a moment and slowly turned them and steered her toward the bed. "Make you feel even better." He pulled away and snuck his hands between them to undo the buttons on her jeans. "This has got to go first though." He could technically work around her wearing jeans but that was a different kind of sexy that didn't really belong in his bedroom and he was way more interested in mutual pleasure right now.
Phee moved with him, smiling reflexively at what he said. Greg always took care of her, but she was not opposed to being pampered if that was what he wanted to do. In fact, she kind of felt like she needed it today, after everything. The weed was helping muffle everything unpleasant, and maybe some pleasure would chase all of the shadows away completely for a while. With a little giggle, she helped Greg push her jeans and panties down over her hips, then let him skim them down her legs so she could step out of them. Fully naked now, she felt her nipples tighten up as cooler air caressed her body. She caressed Greg’s shoulders and upper back and smiled at him as he straightened back up. “As long as you get taken care of too,” she murmured, rising up on her toes to kiss him again.
"I was planning on that!" Greg exclaimed with a little laugh because he was far from selfless when it came to sex, he just cared about her pleasure too. "Man, I love it when you're naked," he sighed contently against her lips when she kissed him, running his hands down over her curves. "I wish we could be naked way more often." Okay so there were probably problems with that he wasn't foreseeing but it was the thought that counted. Naked or skimpily dressed at the very least, just lounging around eating grapes or something. "Maybe we can do that more next summer." It was a nice fantasy and summer felt a little too far away but it was like hope in the distance, chasing away the darkness and the thought of Phee hanging out at his place wearing hardly anything just made it all that much sweeter.
If it weren’t for school and responsibilities and parents, Phee would’ve loved to laze around draped in gauze and eating grapes, like they were in some lush painting of a Greek myth. Hell, even just being able to sleep naked with Greg one or two nights a week would’ve been amazing. Phee knew her parents would never go for that though, not before she turned eighteen. Maybe not even after. So they had to take advantage of chances like these. “Me too,” she agreed with a little grin, her hands moving to Greg’s hips. “So ... you’re taking too long to get naked.” Phee hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down his legs, pressing her lips here and there against Greg’s chest as she worked them down.
"You're absolutely right," Greg all but purred but he didn't help just yet because the way she was undressing him was way hotter than undressing himself. He did step out of them when they hit the floor and caught her lips again. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, moving his hands over her body reverently, one roaming between them so he could let his fingers brush over her pubic mound and the soft hair there, more to tease himself than her.
Phee always loved the way he touched her, like she was something holy or delicate or something ... until a certain point. Then she wanted to feel the strength in his hands, to feel him squeeze the parts of her that so many other people said shouldn’t be so big and squeezable, and to know that Greg found all of it sexy as fuck. She wasn’t there yet though, so she was enjoying the soft touches at the moment. The skin on her lower belly tingled at that gentle contact, and she caressed his stomach on the way down to lightly trace her fingers along his cock. There were very nicely squeezy parts of him too. “Make me forget,” Phee whispered back, everything in her feeling heated and lazily eager now. That wasn’t very specific though, so she added, “With your tongue first.”
"I have it on good authority my tongue is good at making you forget," Greg replied with a grin, slipping his fingers a little lower and while he didn't touch her intimately just yet - the position wasn't really permissive of it - he rubbed at the lips of her pussy a little, eager to get deeper and get her to make some sweet sounds. "Get on the bed," he directed her. "Get comfy, I wanna touch you like all over."
Even that teasing touch gave her a tiny shiver, and a brilliant smile crossed Phee’s face. The horrific afternoon was getting nicely dim. “All over?” she murmured teasingly. “Goodness. Scandalous.” With a titter, she sat down on the bed and pushed herself backward, glad that Greg’s bed had a few pillows to recline against. Phee spread her hair across them and settled in, her knees raised but held primly together as she smiled at Greg. She felt like some kind of goddess when he looked at her like that. “Comfy now,” she said, lightly running her fingertips across her own breasts, just because it felt good.
"I might miss a spot," Greg snickered. "But that's just 'cause I'm eager." He got up on the bed on his knees and shuffled closer to her, slipping his hands between her knees to playfully part them and dipping down to kiss one of them. She looked so good like that, kinda like she should be a painting with the way her hand rested on her breast. It was almost like she was posing just for him and not just doing what felt good and Greg looked her over with obvious hunger as he nudged her knees further apart. "You do look comfy," he all but purred, letting his hands slide down over her pale skin.
Phee let him part her legs, getting a happy little thrill when Greg’s mouth brushed her skin. She soaked up the way he was looking at her, and kind of felt like her skin was glowing from it. She turned her head to one side and nodded a bit, gazing down at him with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “‘Cause your bed is the fucking best,” she said, then let out another little giggle. Greg’s hands and mouth were leaving happy tingles in their wake, and it was all she could do not to squirm and purr outright. Phee reached out to run her fingers through his thick hair to encourage him. Not that he needed it.
Greg wrapped his arms around her thick thighs and abruptly pulled her closer, more for the fun of it than any real necessity. She just looked so cute and cheeky biting her lip like that, he felt like being cute and cheeky right back at her - and a little possessive while he was at it because she was his and showing off some strength was sexy, right? Right. He dipped down again, pressing kisses on her stomach before nudging the lips of her pussy apart and lightly running his tongue along the slit. He loved eating a girl out on a good day and it just made it better how responsive she usually was to it so it was no surprise to find her already wet.
Phee let out a tiny squeal when he pulled her in like that, then giggled again, a warm throb pulsing extra hard between her legs. Showing off strength was sexy, and she very much liked that Greg could manhandle her like that. It made her feel smaller and more delicate than she normally did. Not that Phee wanted to be breakable, she just wanted to feel feminine and desirable. It came so much easier when Greg was around, strong and solid as he was. When his tongue finally touched her, she drew in a quick breath, her back arching off the bed slightly as her eyes slipped closed. Phee stroked his hair again, resting her feet on the backs of his shoulders as she let herself sink into the pleasure of just feeling.
The only thing better than making a girl giggle was making her moan and Greg was feeling pretty accomplished already. He settled in comfortably, enjoying the taste of her and her hand in his hair and most of all the feeling of being so surrounded by her softness. There'd been poems and songs written about this stuff that captured it all way better than he could ever do but there was still some pretty poetic shit running through his head as he rolled his tongue against her clit and rubbed his thumb against the pussy opening. It wasn't anything he'd ever try to articulate out loud because it was very obviously dumb as hell but there was some rambly thoughts about Venus and muses and earth-mothers and other stuff that while it sounded dumb to him, it connected with something so deep and meaningful that it still made sense emotionally even if words failed him. Phee was his beautiful witch, soft and grounded, sweet and creative and he was privy to the most intimate parts of her. That? Was fucking awesome.
It didn’t take long for the moaning to start, though it was soft and strained to begin with. Phee wasn’t worried about anybody hearing them, she was totally lost in the sensations Greg was creating in her body. He was just so good at ramping things up for her. Phee obviously didn’t have any experience with anyone besides her boyfriend, but she had the smug sense in the back of her mind that he was better at sex than any other guy out there. She’d heard so many bad things, especially about boys their age, but Greg never failed to put the time and effort into her pleasure, and that definitely made her feel like the goddesses he was thinking about. Being stoned helped her not think about anything too, and before too long her sounds were getting louder and her hips were rocking slightly under him, tilting up as if her pussy was seeking more and more of his tongue. She felt like she could lie there for days, just soaking in pleasure and letting Greg make her come over and over and over again.
Greg had the stoned thought that moaning was kind of like a navigation system if done right and it made him grin a little before he continued 'navigating', tuned in to every little sign and feeling pretty awesome when he felt her thighs start to tremble. That was always a really good sign and he focused on bringing her to that edge, wanting to make her come at least once before they had full on sex. He had a feeling he wouldn't last very long once he got going so that was just common courtesy. He nudged two fingers inside, crooking them to stroke her inner walls as he sucked on her clit and rubbed it with his tongue, following the sway of her hips carefully.
If she thought about it too much, sometimes Phee wondered if the way she liked having things inside of her so much made her a slut or something ... because gods, it was true. Feeling Greg’s thick fingers slip in and gently stretch her made her gasp, her hips lifting upward a bit. And damn if he didn’t know exactly what to do with them, too. Phee’s other hand joined the first in his thick hair, gripping and stroking restlessly. The pleasure was like a deep and throbby tingle inside of her core, and it just kept growing and growing until she was whimpering with every breath, all or her muscles taut and shaky. Phee had yet to struggle to climax ever in her life, so she didn’t even try to hold back, sure that there would be another one later too, around Greg’s cock. She arched and cried out as she went over the edge, bucking up against his mouth and pulsing around his fingers.
Greg's desire to give her pleasure wasn't entirely selfless. Sex, sports, work - no matter what he was doing, he gave it his all and he wanted to be good at it. His ex girlfriends could be mad at him for whatever reason but he did not want them going around saying the sex had been bad so yeah, it was a matter of pride and his pride swelled when he felt Phee's orgasm as much as he heard it. He grinned against her clit, giving it some more nuzzling before he gave Phee a break and pulled back. "You are so fucking hot when you come," he murmured happily. "I could just make you come all night." Yes, he'd want to come too eventually but that was beside the point. He could come and still make her come a few more times, right? He kissed her thigh, leaving his fingers still inside her for now. "Really wanna fuck you too, you wanna?" It wasn't really a question that was easy to ask in a subtle manner, especially when he was a little high and derpy, but he felt okay with just getting to the point.
The extra nuzzling made her twitch happily, and Phee smiled up at the ceiling herself. Fuck, that was such a good feeling. She pulled her fingers out of Greg’s hair, belatedly hoping she hadn’t yanked on him too hard or anything. He hadn’t told her to ease up and he looked plenty happy, so she wasn’t going to worry about it too much. She just wasn’t fully aware of what her body was doing all the time when she was in the throes of pleasure. Phee grinned at the question and the way he asked it, another soft giggle bubbling up. “You’re hot when I come too,” she murmured and tittered because maybe that didn’t make a lot of sense, but it did to her. “C’mere.” Phee lifted her head and smiled at him, lifting her arms to beckon him up to her level. She definitely wanted him to fuck her, but she felt too lazy and heavy-limbed to change positions for it.
Greg liked to say he was sturdy and having his hair yanked while a girl was in the throes of pleasure was really no big deal, if anything he liked it so it was the opposite of a problem. So was her reluctance to move, it made it easy to just crawl up and over her, rubbing his cock against her as he leaned down to kiss her. He rocked his hips a few times before he actually penetrated her, feeling something inside him go loose and warm as he sank into the heat of her body. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned and not having to use condoms was the best thing in the world at the moment. No hassle, just good feelings and more for his sensitive cock to feel.
It was exactly what she wanted -- to feel Greg slide seamlessly into her as she settled her legs and arms around him. Phee smiled dreamily against his lips at those words, trying to file them away in her mind for later, when she was alone in her bed and thinking of him. She’d never asked him, but she wondered how often he jerked off thinking about her. It was hot to think about. But actually having him inside of her was even hotter, and Phee relished that warm sensation of being so full. “You too,” she whispered, rocking her hips just a bit. Phee’s body felt languid and humming, but not sated yet. She wanted more of him.
"That's 'cause we fit so well," Greg murmured and the rocking of his hips was pretty automatic by now, not something he needed to think about or plan, he just did what felt good and let his body take charge while he focused on other things, like kissing Phee and running his hand over her breasts. And fuck she had awesome breasts, soft and supple while her nipples were oh so hard against his palm, he couldn't get enough of touching her and kissing her as he started building that awesome friction that would get him his pleasure soon enough.
Phee felt exactly the same way -- they fit perfectly together in all ways, not just physically. She had crushed on him, sure, but she had never expected to actually like him as much as she did. Everything between them was still blissful, and at the moment Phee felt like it would always be that way. She loved the way he touched her breasts, the firmness of his hands thrilling some primal part of her. Her man was gorgeous and strong and he knew exactly how to fuck her. Phee moaned softly and cracked her eyes open to look at him. “I love you,” she breathed against his lips, her thighs tightening around him.
"I love you too," Greg murmured and it rolled off the tongue very naturally. He had no idea if they were just saying that because of the sex or they were actually in love but it didn't really matter. He felt it keenly, just like he had the night at karaoke when they'd said it the first time. They hadn't really said it since, not in those exact words, but that didn't mean they kind of said it anyway, just differently. He definitely believed he loved her, Phee was easy to love and maybe he was just an idiot teenager or maybe this was It. He kissed her again, a deep sense of satisfaction taking him over in ways that had nothing to do with the rising pleasure in his body.
She remembered saying it at karaoke and how powerful of a feeling it had been and how much she’d meant it, but Phee had started to overthink it later, fretting about how soon it was and how young they were and all that bullshit. So she hadn’t said it to Greg again and he hadn’t either. But Phee also knew they’d both meant it, their feelings were obvious to one another, so why hold back? Especially in moments like these, when she felt more connected to him than she’d ever felt in her life. Phee kissed him deeply back, humming a few soft sounds as the steady motion of his hips started ramping up her own pleasure. She clenched around his cock, loving how he so effortlessly hit that sweet spot deep inside of her.
Overthinking was not one of Greg's problems - for better or worse. He went with the flow and when Phee said she loved him that was a pretty awesome flow in his opinion. It definitely helped him get through a lot of the weird shit lately, being able to stay in the moment and deal with things as they happened. This moment was absolutely worth staying in and he was lost in the sensation of that pressure building in his balls, his cock throbbing inside her and god, when she squeezed him like that it made him let out an unsteady little happy laugh before he kissed her again, a soft groan escaping his throat.
Greg was usually pretty quiet while they were having sex, so Phee relished every sound he made. She especially loved the light joy she could hear in that laugh. Phee slipped her hands up to cup the sides of his face as she kissed him back until her needy lungs burned for air. Everything was winding up tighter and tighter inside of her, Greg’s thrusts sending waves up pleasure up through her core. “Yes,” she panted, every exhale a whimper now. Phee’s legs tightened around him and she rocked her hips hard for a desperate moment before she came again, crying out and clinging to Greg’s neck.
The moment got even hotter and ego boosting and Greg moved faster, fucking her through her climax as he built up to his own. Those sounds she was making just made it easier and that whole spiel about the biggest sex organ being the brain kinda made sense to him now because while the friction on his cock felt good, those sounds and the things going through his head were a big contribution to his own orgasm. He shuddered against her as he came, his hips jerking a few times before he went still aside from his heavy panting. "Fuck," he whispered. "You're so... you're so... So fucking hot."