The Virgin Duet

“What kind of fun can we have with bubbles?”

“Well, for example, these are edible bubbles.”

“What?” I ask in confusion.

“I picked them up before I um…took off.” She hesitates at her own words but quickly covers it up. “And they are still here, so I thought I would use them.” I can see she’s hesitant to mention when she left me, but having her with me now takes away those dark clouds.

“So we can eat our bath? I love you, Tink, but that seems a bit much.”

She giggles and leans back a little more. “I love you too. Suit yourself, but I thought for sure you’d want a taste.” At that moment she grabs her breasts and pushed them together, letting the bubbles pile up in her cleavage. She leans down a little and licks the crease covered in bubbles and my hard cock is now at fully erect and at a painful level. I’m not sure if it’s gone down in the past twenty-four hours.

“Mmmm, Vanilla. Not bad,” she says, and goes back to licking her breasts.

I snap and pull her hands away, letting her breasts go. They bounce a little, and I lick my lips, needing to taste them myself. I pull her to me and make her straddle my lap, while my mouth finds her nipples covered in the sweet suds. I lick and suckand moan around her skin and I feel her lean down and put her tongue on my neck.

“Fuck,” I moan around her nipple. “This is the best idea you’ve ever had.”

Before I know it, my cock is inside her and we’re kissing and tasting our vanilla-coated skin as I fuck her slowly. When we both finally cum, we decide to take a shower and rinse off the sticky mess. When the shower leads to more sticky messes we give up trying to get clean, and I put her to bed.

“Sleep for a little, Tink. When you wake up, I’ll have some food ready.” She’s barely conscious enough to nod her head against the pillow before I hear her even breathing.

BECS

“Wake up, my little fairy.”

I feel Bray’s warm lips on my cheek. I love when he wakes me like this. I crashed hard after our bath. I’m not sure if it’s the baby or the events that have happened over the past few days, but I was exhausted. Maybe it is a little bit of both. I can’t remember how I made it to the bed, or how long I’ve been asleep. Reaching out, I try to pull Bray to me, but he resists.

When I open my eyes, I can see the worry on his face. It’s such a big change from the man he was when I met him. Instead of ice-cold indifference all the time, he lets some of his feelings show. Maybe I’ve just learned to read him better, but either way it warms me to have that now.

“What’s wrong?” I question, sitting up in bed. The soft light flooding the room indicating I’ve only been asleep for a little while, because the sun is just setting.

“They found Hank. He’s fine,” he finishes before I can ask if he’s okay. But he can’t be fine from the look on Bray’s face.

“What’s wrong then?”

“They said someone knocked him on the back of the head. He’s been in the hospital and just woke up. They had no idea who he was because he didn’t have anything on him.”

“Oh my God! But he’s okay? Was it a robbery?” I pepper him with questions as I try to get up from the bed. We should get to the hospital and check on him.

“Tink, calm down, he’s fine, like I said. It’s just, I should go see him and—“

“Then let’s go. What are we waiting for?” I say, rising from the bed in search of clothing. I put on cotton pants and grab one of Bray’s Harvard University shirts before slipping on some flip flops. When I turn I see Bray sitting on the bed watching with a worried look still on his face.

Cupping his face I try to reassure him. I know Hank’s been with him forever. “Bray, you said he’s fine. There’s no need to worry.”

Pulling me into his lap he buries his face in my hair.

“It’s not just that. I don’t want to take you out of the here after what happened, and I also don’t want to leave you alone.”

“I promise I won’t run again.” I feel his body stiffen at my words. I know we still have so much to work through, but I want him to know that I won’t do that to him again. It only makes me miserable, being without him. I ran because I thought I couldn’t fit into his world but I don’t care if I do anymore. We can live in our own world if that is how it has to be. I’d rather stay in the bubble he’s made for us, than live outside it without him.

“You’re never leaving me again,” he says through clenched teeth and I can’t help but smile.

“Never,” I promise. I’ve never felt so sure of anything in my life. If Bray truly wants me here, then I’ll be here. After my confirmation, I feel some of the tension leave his body.

“You can’t keep me trapped up here forever.”

“I know. Trust me, I’ve thought about it enough times, and I might have searched for a few castles I could hide you away in,” he says, pulling back and looking at me. His clear gray eyes search mine as if gauging my reaction. What reaction, I’m not certain, but I do know he’s not joking.

“Bray, if you’ll feel better having me stay here, then I will. If you want me to go with you, then we’ll do that. But like I said, I’m not leaving you,” I reassure him once again. I know what he’s saying is deeper than just about tonight. The way he’s been acting since I’ve returned also has me rethinking a lot of things. That maybe I’ve been misunderstanding him.