“What if something happens to you? What if it makes things worse for us? Chasity is… Well, what if it turns out like my parents? I can’t lose you.” He finally faced me with glossy eyes, and I was on the move. He gulped as I released our hands to climb onto his lap. I needed to look him in the eyes as I said my next words.
“There is always a chance of bad happening. Even here, right now in this time in space. A fucking asteroid could hit us, or your powers stop working and we get stuck here. Every moment of every day has a chance of good and bad happening. You can’t control everything, Vincent, and I wouldn’t wish that burden on anyone.” I placed my hand over his chest, his heart thumping rapidly beneath me.
“No matter where you are in time, you only have that moment. The past, the future, all of it isn’t real. Only right now is. I choose to live my now, right here with you.”
“But I’m—”
“Married to a monster that you haven’t slept with in ages, who manipulates you and treats you like garbage. I know. You can divorce her later and move into 2023 with me. See? Problems solved.” He was also the man who kissed my scars and loved me as I was. He’d be there during my happy days and my sad days.
For the first time since we woke up, his eyes lightened. The corner of his lips lifted, and I quickly pressed my lips to the right side of his. As I leaned back, his hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me close.
“I don’t think it’s that simple.”
“It can be. Something could happen quicker than you could respond. You’re not Phillip. You don’t know every single possibility, and even if you did, you can’t control what happens. We can die right now, V. How do you want to live your precious moments?” Humans were always fucked. If it wasn’t natural disasters, other people, the food we eat, or stress, something else would take us out. He tilted his head up, our lips a hairbreadth away.
“Taking care of you.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Vincent
She was right, but that didn’t erase the pain. It didn’t take a genius to know only time would do that. So I’d try. I’d try for her.
“You’re my person,” I whispered, and she nodded, our lips so close.
“I don’t want to live in a time where you aren’t mine.” My vow turned to a kiss, then finally settled into a resolution. Emily was my future, and I’d exist wherever she did. Her taste, the sounds she made as we kissed, burned in my chest. A brand upon my heart.
“I vaguely recall something about sore tonsils, ripped clothes, and a red ass? I could be mistaken though. Not that I’ve masturbated to the exact words since I heard them or anything.”
Those words. I’d said them and never thought I’d allow myself to act upon them.
“Hm, sounds like a good time. You should find whoever said them,” I teased, and she smiled against my lips. I released my hold on her neck and rolled her hips over my hardening cock.
“A good time indeed. I bet he’d fill me with his big dick. Pretty sure there were words about that too. Being big everywhere.” Her lip trembled as she felt the big length beneath her.
“Pretty sure he’d ruin you with his cock alone.” My lips left hers to travel down her jaw to her neck.
“Ok. I just want that. I don’t want to play anymore.” She whimpered and I nipped at the flesh between her neck and shoulders.
“Right here?” I would.
“You could fuck me against the pyramids or the temples in ancient Greece. I don’t care where, I just need you inside me.” As tempting as the thought of fucking Emily through time was, I wanted her to be comfortable. She deserved being taken care of, and I wanted to give her everything she wanted and more. I gripped her tightly as I pressed hot kisses on my way to her lips. She groaned as our tongues danced, and my powers tickled against our skin.
Moments later, we were in my hero apartment.
Two seconds after that, her tank top was off and on the floor.
“Tell me what you’re grateful for, Emily.” I pushed my fingers through her shorts and pulled.
“What?” She ceased kissing me, and I stopped ripping.
“Want me to continue? Tell me something you’re grateful for,” I demanded, and the light in her green eyes brightened. It was a game, and we loved playing games.
“I’m grateful for this bed.” I ripped my way up her shorts, then pressed my fingers through the material on her other thigh. She lifted and the material fell, revealing soft pink panties.
“More,” I demanded as I rolled us over, her body settled snugly between mine and the mattress.
“Um, I’m grateful for you.”
