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Careful Planning
Chapter 7
Rube took George back to his place. He knew that they would have time to be alone without interruptions there. She'd been over once, but that was it, so she took the time to look around and really take in where he lived. It was small, cozy, and undeniably Rube. He draped their jackets on the coat rack and just watched her for a moment, lost in his thoughts and study of her. She was so amazing in so many ways, and for a minute he had trouble believing that she was really his, that she was really right there in his apartment with him, that she had kissed him so passionately. The kiss felt a little like a memory now and he couldn't fight the desire to experience it again. He didn't think that he would ever get enough of her kisses. He reached out, dropping a hand on her shoulder to turn her around. She smiled up at him, a real George smile, not the little smirk most people got, and he fell in love with her all over again. He swept her up into his arms, before descending on her mouth. He kissed her hungrily, like he was trying to devour her completely into himself so they would never have to be apart. He sighed softly into her lips as she wrapped her own arms around his neck, holding him just as close. They pulled apart for breath; even reapers had to breathe, and he smirked at her. There was just something about George that made him lose all control, like a horny teenager in the back seat of a car.
George breaths came in soft pants. She had no idea Rube could kiss like that. If she'd known, Trip would have never been an issue. Rube's kisses were addicting, like a drug, and she'd suddenly become a junky. She could barely get her breath, but all she wanted was to feel his lips on hers again. She looked up to find him watching her. There was a spark in his eyes, something heated and burning in his dark eyes, and she had put it there. It scared her a little, but the excitement of the moment and having him all to herself won over. He came toward her, his fingers, brushing under her hair, teasing the back of her neck, and slowly backed them toward his bed. She decided to take the initiative and began to unbutton his shirt, and sliding it off his shoulders to pool on the floor behind him.
His fingers skimmed the underside of her shirt, before pushing it up. She raised her arms dutifully and he pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor with his own. She looked wonderfully disheveled. He reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra with a quick motion, sliding it off to join the clothes pile they were making. He leaned in and kissed her again, the feel of her naked breasts against his chest, was driving him a little wild. She moaned into their kiss, and he knew she was feeling the same. It seemed to inflame them both and the rest of their clothes were discarded with as much haste as they could manage in their lustful state.
They hadn't said a word since entering his apartment, and they hadn't needed to. Everything that they wanted or felt was conveyed through touches and soft looks. Rube laid her gently on the bed, before covering her, with himself, keeping his weight on his elbows, so as not to crush her. In that moment, he realized how small she was physically, compared to him. Her personality made her seem so much bigger than she actually was and for a moment the difference was startling. He drew himself away from that thought and back to the matter at hand, which was to pleasurably consummate their love. He stroked a stray lock of hair away from her face, looking her in the eyes. His own were asking if she was sure, and a quick nod from her came the reply.
He kissed his way down from her lips, to her neck, tasting her skin, essence of George. He was already overexcited, but he had to taste everything about her. He loved the sound of her soft hums and little moans of delight when he found a particularly sensitive spot. He mapped his way down to her breasts, paying each one loving attention before moving lower. He brushed soft, tickling kisses over her abdomen, causing her to laugh a little breathlessly, before moving lower to her most intimate place. He looked up again, asking permission with his eyes. She looked confused for a moment before it dawned on her. He knew that no one had ever done this for her, so he waited patiently. She nodded, giving her ok, and he smiled, determined to make it wonderful for her. He pressed a soft kiss to her first, before allowing his tongue to dart out and taste her gently. She apparently enjoyed those first few touches, making soft noises he'd never thought to hear from her. He continued, enjoying her taste and her reactions equally, until he knew what pleased her the most, and she came with startling intensity, clutching at the bed sheets like a lifeline. He moved up and lay beside her, caressing the underside of her breast gently, allowing her to come back down from the high.
Her breath came in ragged pants, and she wasn't sure she'd ever felt anything as wonderful as that in her entire life. It was like tiny explosions of rapture had gone off in her whole body, starting with her center and radiating out. That definitely hadn't happened with Trip. She smiled up at Rube. She could tell he got some enjoyment from it as well, because he had a very satisfied look on his face and he was pressing insistently into her thigh. When she had her breathing under control, she pulled him in for another kiss, rubbing herself against him. He groaned into her mouth. At the rate they were going, he wasn't going to last long. When George threw a leg over him, he knew she was ready. He pushed her back gently and kept his eyes on hers as he slowly entered. When he was fully seated, they both sighed at the feeling. They stayed still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being connected in such an intimate way.
George was the first to give, bucking up against him lightly to get him to move. He thrust against her as slowly as he could, trying to prolong the moment for an eternity. Neither of them was going to last though, she was just as overexcited as he was. She reached up and hooked her arms around his shoulders, her nails leaving little indents and scratches on his back. He'd never felt such a wonderful sting. His thrust increased in tempo with her soft sighs and moans. And suddenly they were both spilling over the edge.
Later when both their hearts had stopped racing, George lay cuddled into him, her head in the crook of his neck. She was spooned so close to him, that for a brief moment he though she wanted to crawl in his skin with him. He loved the feeling. It was so wonderful, the feel of her, the smell of her, the taste of her, surrounding him, and caressing him. She hummed softly under her breath as he traced random patterns on her skin from her shoulder to her him.
The way her breathing was slowing, he could tell she was falling asleep. He on the other hand, was wide awake. His other concern, Rosie, was taking up residence in his mind. He needed to see her one last time before she was gone. He wondered if George would go with him, or if he should go alone. He knew Penny would be there. She was going to let him know when it was going to happen.
"George." He said softly.
"Hmm?" She answered, obviously slipping into dreamland.
"I need to ask you something."
"What?" He glanced at her. She had one eye half open, which meant she was slightly awake, and attempting to stay that way until he asked his question.
"Remember when I said I found Rosie?"
"Yeah."
"Well Penny, is going to give me a heads up, so to speak, and I want you to go with me."
"Of course I will." She was fully awake now, sitting up and looking down at him. "You never have to ask me to go anywhere with you, my answer will always be yes. I love you, Rube." He stared at her for a moment, wondering when she'd grown up and why hadn't he noticed it before.
