“Holy shit,” I breathed, wondering if she would be offended if I just laid down on the sofa and passed out for a while.
She pulled off me slowly, releasing my spent cock with a gentle pop, then sat back on her heels and licked her lips.
My body shuddered, and my dick made a valiant effort to rally at the sight, but while the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak… at least for the next twenty minutes.
“Come here, my queen.” I folded myself onto the sofa and tucked her against me so she was the little spoon to my big. For a few long minutes, we lay together and breathed. Peace stole over me as I felt her heartbeat slow beneath my palm and my eyelids drooped.
“I really like this friends with benefits thing,” she whispered.
I hummed. We’d DTR later, but for now, as long as she was happy, so was I.
My last thought before we both fell asleep was that I’d have to encourage Blair to start bonding with Seelie.
Both my beautiful, misunderstood girls deserved the best.
* * *
I woke sometime laterto a much darker room. Blair was still snoozing in my arms, and my pants were still around my knees. Classy, O’Leary.
We’d left the sushi out while we were sidetracked by more enjoyable things, and as much as I wanted to stay right where I was, the thought of room temperature fish was enough to make me slide out from behind Blair and clean up the mess we’d made.
After I fixed my pants.
I started with the lunch mess, then moved into the kitchen, washing the few dishes in the sink, then checked the apartment for more cups. Blair was a drink goblin, and wasn’t that adorable. After the dishes were all clean and put away, I started to fold the clothing draped over her dining table.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was rough with sleep, her hair wild, and there were small indents on her face where her glasses had pressed into her skin.
“You’re beautiful.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You don’t have to sweet talk me. I already sucked your cock.”
Why did she always try to cheapen…
“Sorry,” she said, reading my displeasure.
“Please try to believe what I tell you. I promise, if I want to fuck you, I’ll just say it. I won’t try to win you over with pretty words. I’m a simple guy, and I don’t like games.”
She looked down at the pile of folded laundry I’d made, then glanced at the coffee table that was free of food, then at the clean kitchen.
“I’m trying. It’s just not something I’m used to. I don’t take compliments well, and I have a habit of negatively translating them in my head. I told Dante today that I’m going to find a therapist.”
“I think that’s a great idea.”
She laughed. “Everyone says that. Am I that fucked up?”
She was deflecting again. I shook my head.
“No, but everyone needs someone to talk to. Whether they’re a professional, or a friend. Our support networks keep us level and tell us what we need to hear. In a related matter, I do, in fact, want to fuck you. Just thought you should know.”
Her laugh was exactly what I’d been aiming for, and as she moved in and wrapped her arms around me, I felt ten feet tall.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, thinking of the sushi we’d wasted. Maybe we could go for tacos.
Her eyes heated, her hands sliding to my ass as she cocked her head at me.
“For food.” I laughed.
