I sigh once I slip my keys in the front door lock and walk into the house."Princess?" I call out as I take off my shoes and set them in the closet by the hall. I unbutton my collar, unbuckle my belt, and untuck my shirt from my pants; it's time to decompress.
"Kimmie?"
No answer. Huh. Nobody home.
I make my way into the kitchen and whip up something quick for dinner and place it in the oven. I pop a couple of pills of aspirin to get rid of the hammering in my skull and drink a warm glass of water.
I collapse into my recliner and grab the remote and turn on the tv. I try to loosen a few knots in my neck and stretch out a little. I knew that it was going to be a fucked up day the moment I got out of bed and, after a long day putting up with the filth in this world, I just want to unwind. I had hoped Kim would be home but, oh well. I'll watch the news and wait for my girl.
"Shego? Wake up." Kim's voice.
"Huh?" I must've fallen asleep. I open my eyes and see Kim bent over me, her green eyes full of expression. She's happy I'm home. I easily find a small smile, "Hi, Princess."
She kisses me affectionately, softly, before pulling away and pulling me up.
"You hungry?" I ask her. She smiles coyly and nods. I didn't fall in love with her because of her cooking skills but she's stuck with me nonetheless.
There is a distinct lack of sarcastic banter between us, she senses that I'm not up to being much of any company. Our dinner conversation is light with Kim telling me about her day.
"So, what did you do today?" She just had to ask the wrong question.
I find myself snapping at her for no reason other than my shitty day and she silences herself. I immediately feel even worse.
When we finish our meal, she tucks a curl of red hair behind her ear and sets about clearing the table and putting plates in the sink. The plates make a soft clatter. I turn and sit in my chair and watch her slow but deliberate movements. There is always this energy around her, a quiet controlled hum that attracts your attention when she steps into a room but you're never really sure why you're drawn to her light.
Sometimes, I wonder what she sees in me.
She stops in front of me to reach for my plate. She hesitates and my heart constricts. I feel such like an asshole. She touches the plate but stops when I pull her closer to me and bury my face in her stomach, breathing her in. She smells clean and comforting, like the laundry soap we picked together and the shower gel that she loves to use. Her fingers come up to tangle with my hair and she rubs my head soothingly. Her touch says she forgives me.
"Kim," I mumble quietly on her shirt. "I need you." I need you. I lean into her just a bit more, yearning to relieve the aches in me. She lightly strokes my hair over and over and I sigh into her. The tension in me melts away and it's just Kim, just my everything.
"Does my little prince need me?"
Please. I sigh again and nod my head and pull my face away. She kneels, her fingers still threaded in my hair, and looks at me. Just looks at me, and my world rights itself a little.
She doesn't ask me what's wrong.
She doesn't tell me it's going to be better.
Kim looks at me and says, "I'll hold you, my little prince."
She cups my face in her hands and gently runs her thumbs over my cheeks. Kim leans in and lets me kiss her. She presses her lips against mine and then slides her kisses over my cheeks. She kisses my forehead and the tip of my nose. I try not to shiver when her breath caresses my ear and she nuzzles me before she kisses me again.
Kim stands up and takes my hand. I follow her down the hall way and into our room. She sits me on our bed and stands between my legs as she starts unbuttoning her shirt.
"May I do it?" I ask softly, reaching up to her small hands.
"How helpful and polite of you, my prince. Of course you can," she teases me lightly. She holds my hands and then lets me take over. I don't touch her but I do unbutton her shirt slower than I usually do. Little by little, more of her skin is exposed. She thanks me with a kiss and takes off her pants by herself as she tells me to move up on the bed. I crawl backwards and feel the cool sheets under my hand as I settle myself against the pillows.
Kim crawls on the bed like a lazy feline before she straddles my stomach and hovers over me. I watch as unsnaps her bra. She puts her hands over the cups and let the straps fall from her shoulders. "Would you like to see?"
"Yes, please," I whisper. She smiles at me and I look into her eyes, green and vibrant and warm.
Her bra falls on my chest and I am allowed the view of her breasts. Kim groans as she tugs at her hard pink nipples and rubs herself against my stomach. My shirt rides up and I can feel how her panties are already soaked. I hold her waist as she moves against me.
"Mmm, feel how wet I am for you, already? Does it make my little prince hot?" She moans in my ear. And I feel my clit swell and harden for Kim. Her moans and sighs coupled with her squirming against my stomach make wearing my boxers uncomfortable.
She rubs her breasts over my face. "Kiss me," she tells me and I nuzzle and delicately suck around the curves of her breasts. I relish their soft smoothness against my warmed face. I can hear her heart beating fast and it quickens my own. I'd surely die without her; my heart lose the will to keep beating. I feel the twitching muscles of her stomach so I soothe them with my thumbs.
"Would you like to taste?" she asks. I nod against her cleavage and move my mouth to a rosy nipple. I suckle gently at first but a hunger consumes me and I nip at her. She moans and threads her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer to her chest. "Still hungry, baby?" she asks me. I respond by biting a little harder and giving her other breast the same treatment.
"So good," she murmurs in my hair before pulling us both into a sitting position. Her spread legs are on either side of mine and I could see the wet spot on the baby pink panties she chose to wear today. She takes my hand and tongues my fingers. "Do you know how you make me feel?" She then takes my finger and draws a line down her torso and lets me feel her. Sticky wetness like warmed honey against my fingertips. She's so soft and so hot, it makes me shiver and the hairs on my neck raise.
"Please, let me kiss you," I plead.
She indulges me and her lips gently meet mine yet again. Her tongue finds mine and caresses it as I tenderly trace my finger along her puffy, sodden sex. She gasps and I'm breathing her. Her body jerks a little, in time with my stroking.
"Such a good little prince," she whimpers but pulls my hand from her. "And you know what good little princes get?"
I breathe in short puffs as she pauses for effect.
"A reward, baby," she mouths against my lips. She unhurriedly unbuttons my pants and slides it past my thighs. She takes my hand and hers, kisses my knuckles, and leads our fingers to explore inside the waistband of my boxers. We rub against my swollen firmness and I breathe harshly through gritted teeth as I buck my hips in rhythm.
"Are you gonna cum like a big boy?" She licks at my ear and rubs harder and faster, the pressure coils tighter and tighter in my belly. I can't-I can't hold it. Oh, fuck!
"Kimmie," is all I pant as I tense and come undone gritting my teeth. I can't stop my body from twitching wildly from Kim's touch. Kim ceaselessly moves our hands against me and I keep falling and flying, biting my lip as I silently come again and again.
Finally, I fall against her chest and nuzzle her neck tiredly. My body is still shivering but I feel a pleasant warmth running down my spine. "Kim," I exhale.
"Shh," she brushes hair from my face and kisses my temple. She continues to caress my hair as I finally stop twitching.
She presses her lips on my cheek and whispers, "Sleep, tomorrow will be different." I already feel different, I am complete and safe in her arms.
She guides my head against a pillows and settles on the bed herself. Her arms wrap themselves around my body. Kim pulls me against her to rest me against her heart.
"I love you," is whispered softly, a tender kiss in the dark.
