“Baby, it’s time to get up.” Like when he got home last night, his voice comes from beside Lil’s bed. His lips press against my temple. I sigh and roll to face him. He’s wearing different clothes and must have gotten up to go to the gym already. “Becca’s making bacon.”
“Bacon? I heard bacon. Oh, it’s Luca. There better really bebacon downstairs,” Lil says as she hops out of bed and heads into the bathroom.
“You should totally tell her there’s bacon when there’s not one day.”
“I don’t have a death wish.” He smiles at me.
“You’re still all sweaty,” I say with a breathy sigh. I don’t mind one bit.
“I’m going to take a shower before breakfast.”
“I don’t even remember you getting up this morning.” I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed.
“You were sleeping pretty hard.” He holds his hand out for me. I take it and stand, then follow him out of Lil’s room and into ours. His shirt is thrown over his shoulder. I run my hands and then my lips down his back while he turns on the shower. Between the muscles and the tattoo, I can’t get enough of his back. I can’t get enough of him in general, but his back is a particular favorite. “You planning on getting in this shower with me?” he asks, turning to take me in his arms.
“Oh… well, I’m not totally over my period. The worst of it, yeah. But… um…” My cheeks get warm. After everything we’ve done so far, talking about blood flow shouldn’t make me blush. I called myself ElastiCunt in front of him without a problem, but this embarrasses me?
“Hey, we don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Ever.” He drops a kiss to my forehead. “But period stuff doesn’t scare me.”
“No? What if I needed tampons? You’d go to the store for them?”
“Is that a real question? Why would I not do that?”
“I don’t know, some guys won’t.”
“That’s dumb.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “Yeah. What about period panties? Are you scared of those?”
His eyebrows lift, and a lost look crosses his face. “I don’t know what they are.”
“Underwear with extra lining in them. For like light days or as backup for, um… leaks and stuff.”
“Sounds smart, not scary.”
“You sure? I’m wearing some right now. You could test that theory, see if they scare you.”
His grin is mischievous and I squeal when he drags me in with him, both of us still wearing our clothes.
“We have a lot of sex in this shower,” he remarks as he’s pulling my wet leggings down.
“Are you complaining?” I tease.
“Fuck no, never.”
He’s right, though. We add another mark to the tally before going down for breakfast. I’m not really keeping track, but maybe I should. For research purposes. And it turns out he’s not afraid of period panties or a little blood.
After a full day of finding stuff to do around the house, I’m ready to crawl into bed.
“Are you almost done in there?” My mouth is full of toothpaste, and some dribbles onto my boob. “Shit,” I mumble, spitting into the sink and grabbing a washcloth.
“Yeah,” Luca calls from the shower. I got out a few minutes ago to deal with a popcorn kernel that was stuck in my tooth and bugging the everlovingfuck out of me.
“Good. I’m tired and need cuddles.”
“Me, too.”
“You’re tired and need cuddles?”
