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thought you deserved to see the one I used to have.”
Her fingers link with mine, but her face turns to look back out across the water. Silence settles between us and for the first time in months, instead of hearing the faint echoes from the voices of the dead, there's a sweet serenity of stillness. I grip her hand tighter, thankful for it.
Eventually Azura and I talk a little more about my old memories with Daniel, Merrick and Ben, each one more freeing than the last. I haven't talked much about them since their deaths. It turns out the weight of the silence has been causing my chest to feel like it's about concave. However, every time I remember something about them, share what they were once like out loud, it seems one of those boulders is lifted. It makes me wonder if I keep Azura around will the weight of it all one day fade or at the very least be easier to carry.
The stroll back to Pepper is a quiet one. My arm is draped around her shoulder while her head is doing its best to stay pressed against me. When we arrive back at my bike, I turn her to face me. Her ass is slightly pressed against the seat and her head is lifted up in an inviting fashion. Gingerly, I push the hair behind her ear the way she likes. Unable to resist any longer, I place my lips on hers. On contact she sighs so softly that if I wasn't holding her I couldn't be certain it even fucking happened. The kiss starts soft and slow, my tongue showering hers with appreciation it's never given to anyone else before. Azura's hands grip the edge of my shirt sharply. This simple change ignites the pace to shift, which causes my tongue to do the same. Roughly I grab her hip with one hand, pleased when she whimpers again. Our tongues continue to entice one another, the game of who can bring who to their knees faster, a deliciously dirty one. Before I realize it, my mouth falls, anxious to taste more of her. My tongue trails itself down the side of her neck, the ball of my piercing acting as the best wing man ever.
It really fucking is.
“Destin,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my skin from underneath my t-shirt.
Groaning, I switch hands to keep her neck where I want it while my other hand bravely travels south.
In a quiet voice she pants, “Destin...I...it's been a while since...well...”
My tongue strokes upward and she shudders.
Fuck I love that.
“Since what, baby?”
“Since anything,” she admits as I roll my tongue around, finding a hot spot on her neck that parts her legs.
Pleased and thankful that the gate is open, I carefully slide my hand around to her inner thigh, the barrier of her tights still as sturdy as ever.
I hate these stupid things.
“Destin,” her voice pleads though her hips rock towards me.
Sensing the apprehension as well as the arousal, I slip my lips off of the magic spot to look into her eyes. “If you say so no, I'll stop right now, put us on that bike and drive you back to your car, no questions asked.”
Her hands fall from my body. “Is it just that easy for you? To just...walk away from me?”
“Fuck no,” the words tumble out before I can put them in a tone that doesn't sound harsh. Clearing my throat I take a small breath and a step back. “But I'm not the dick that you secretly fear I am. I won't spout lines to get you into bed. I won't get you drunk to better the odds and I'll never fucking push you to do something you don't want to.” The two of us hold each other's eyes hostage with our own. Something inside of me pushes me closer to her knowing the right thing here is not what my dick is demanding. “I should um...I should take you back to your car. It's late and-” is where the thought ends thanks to Azura's mouth back, desperate against mine.
Thank fuck...I'm not sure I can handle the idea of just double clicking a mouse anymore.
It only takes a few minutes before I've got her back in the position I
Her fingers link with mine, but her face turns to look back out across the water. Silence settles between us and for the first time in months, instead of hearing the faint echoes from the voices of the dead, there's a sweet serenity of stillness. I grip her hand tighter, thankful for it.
Eventually Azura and I talk a little more about my old memories with Daniel, Merrick and Ben, each one more freeing than the last. I haven't talked much about them since their deaths. It turns out the weight of the silence has been causing my chest to feel like it's about concave. However, every time I remember something about them, share what they were once like out loud, it seems one of those boulders is lifted. It makes me wonder if I keep Azura around will the weight of it all one day fade or at the very least be easier to carry.
The stroll back to Pepper is a quiet one. My arm is draped around her shoulder while her head is doing its best to stay pressed against me. When we arrive back at my bike, I turn her to face me. Her ass is slightly pressed against the seat and her head is lifted up in an inviting fashion. Gingerly, I push the hair behind her ear the way she likes. Unable to resist any longer, I place my lips on hers. On contact she sighs so softly that if I wasn't holding her I couldn't be certain it even fucking happened. The kiss starts soft and slow, my tongue showering hers with appreciation it's never given to anyone else before. Azura's hands grip the edge of my shirt sharply. This simple change ignites the pace to shift, which causes my tongue to do the same. Roughly I grab her hip with one hand, pleased when she whimpers again. Our tongues continue to entice one another, the game of who can bring who to their knees faster, a deliciously dirty one. Before I realize it, my mouth falls, anxious to taste more of her. My tongue trails itself down the side of her neck, the ball of my piercing acting as the best wing man ever.
It really fucking is.
“Destin,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my skin from underneath my t-shirt.
Groaning, I switch hands to keep her neck where I want it while my other hand bravely travels south.
In a quiet voice she pants, “Destin...I...it's been a while since...well...”
My tongue strokes upward and she shudders.
Fuck I love that.
“Since what, baby?”
“Since anything,” she admits as I roll my tongue around, finding a hot spot on her neck that parts her legs.
Pleased and thankful that the gate is open, I carefully slide my hand around to her inner thigh, the barrier of her tights still as sturdy as ever.
I hate these stupid things.
“Destin,” her voice pleads though her hips rock towards me.
Sensing the apprehension as well as the arousal, I slip my lips off of the magic spot to look into her eyes. “If you say so no, I'll stop right now, put us on that bike and drive you back to your car, no questions asked.”
Her hands fall from my body. “Is it just that easy for you? To just...walk away from me?”
“Fuck no,” the words tumble out before I can put them in a tone that doesn't sound harsh. Clearing my throat I take a small breath and a step back. “But I'm not the dick that you secretly fear I am. I won't spout lines to get you into bed. I won't get you drunk to better the odds and I'll never fucking push you to do something you don't want to.” The two of us hold each other's eyes hostage with our own. Something inside of me pushes me closer to her knowing the right thing here is not what my dick is demanding. “I should um...I should take you back to your car. It's late and-” is where the thought ends thanks to Azura's mouth back, desperate against mine.
Thank fuck...I'm not sure I can handle the idea of just double clicking a mouse anymore.
It only takes a few minutes before I've got her back in the position I
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