Something close to a moan escapes her, but instead of backing down she just grins at me.
“I'm not taking that back! You are a bastard, and you know it! Doesn't change even if you make me come like that every day! Which I would kind of welcome, although I think I'd be a lame invalid by day three.” She's grimacing and I just can't fight the laughter that's bubbling up in me, so I let go of her and kiss her again, trying to pacify her with the gesture.
She's quick to forgive, as usual, and hums into my neck as I hug her close.
“If you ask me nicely, you know I'm always happy to f**k you into oblivion in almost any kind of way.”
“Promise me you always will be?”
A rather unbidden image of a time when old age will keep us from doing just that invades my mind, but then growing old together with her doesn't scare me. We'll find a way, I'm sure of that.
“Promise. Always.”
I sweep her off her feet then and carry her upstairs, much to her delight, and we entertain ourselves with silly ideas of how and where we could keep up that 'daily f**k into oblivion' idea all over our new home until we fall asleep in each other's arms.
Chapter 6
Another 36 hours shift, and then it's Friday, and I can finally sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. And sleep is even better, because I know that once I'm awake again, Bella will be home soon, and we finally have time to do the first of our planned scenes.
I know she's excited, and I definitely got the evil eye from her when I told her that she has to wait another two days until we can get there because of my insane working hours. I love her even more when she's all grumpy because something is messing with her plans. It's weirdly cute, and knowing how horny and wet she must be is like a constant reminder to me of why life is good.
After only five hours of being out cold, I'm awake again and weirdly wound up. Normally I would now set up the playroom as I have nothing else to do, but I guess as we already did the talking, Bella will appreciate it if I show her what exactly needs to be done before we can start. I spend my time watching TV, until Alice calls at three to confirm that we'll meet her and Jazz at nine downtown at the new club she's been pestering us all about.
We chat for a while, and it's nice to talk to Alice again. She won't be here for Bella's birthday as the NY fashion week starts exactly the same day, so she decided we should go out and celebrate before that. That day is, incidentally, today. I would rather have spent the evening cuddling on the couch, as I'm hoping to wear Bella out before then, but when Alice declares something, it's not like any of us can say no. Or of late none of us really dare, not even Bella.
Beth is right, I'm shutting down every time that topic is mentioned and I need to do something about that, but compared to Alice I'm working through my issues. Most of the time she doesn't even seem to recognize the shit that went down. For her, it's as if nothing ever happened. Can't be healthy, but I'm not the one to tell her that nothing good will come of it.
She's happy, why should I be the one to rain on her parade? That, and she keeps Jasper out of my face, no need to change that, either.
Alice has to end the call after fifteen minutes because she gets caught up in the last minute preparations, and I'm not too devastated as a short while later Bella is home. From across the room I can tell that she's giddy, and her emphatic hug and passionate kiss underline that even more. I'm laughing when she's all over me, but I finally extricate myself from her as I know that we'll both be happier if we postpone the groping to after we're upstairs.
“So, ready to do the next stage of the planning, before we can finally get to the fun part?”
Bella nods, but then she's suddenly scarlet in the face. I grin at her blush and gently trail my thumb over her hot cheek.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing's wrong,” she tries to evade me, but it only take a stern look and she falters. “Not wrong, exactly. I just don't want your tongue in my butt today!”
Her voice is all high pitched and frantic, and I just can't stop myself, I have to laugh at her shriek. For a moment Bella's just staring at me, before the look of panic morphs into something close to a sneer.
“Why are you laughing like that? It's so not funny! I also don't understand why your one goal in life seems to be to constantly embarrass me!”
“Okay, okay, calm down, I'm not laughing at you,” I try to pacify her, but of course she doesn't buy it.
“Sure you are!”
I sigh and try to show some unique chagrin so she'll calm down again.
“Okay, yes, I admit it, I just laughed at you, but just because you're so f**king adorable when you blush like that. It doesn't happen too often anymore, you know?” I lean closer and look deep into her eyes, while I cup her still flaming cheeks with my hands. “I adore your blush. And I love you.
Forgive me?”
She's already grinning when I add the last two sentences and I can literally see her fury melt. I'm still awed at how strong her feelings for me are that she's so quick to overlook it when I'm deliberately acting like an idiot.
“Just this once.”
I kiss her hungrily instead of answering, and she leans into me for a moment, but then she's dancing away from me, up the stairs.
“I'll take a quick shower, see you in the playroom!” I follow her slowly and change into my leather pants while she's in the shower. Normally I would join her, but I'm not sure I can keep my hands to myself for long. Ten minutes later she joins me in the playroom, dressed only in a fluffy bathrobe, her hair tied into a high ponytail.