After dinner we were sitting outside, enjoying the cool evening air that would soon turn hot as summer loomed ever closer. Juan and I were sitting in a couple of patio chairs, watching the coals slowly burn out. The boys were playing in the backyard and Tig and his Old Lady came out, sitting in a couple chairs next to us. I smiled. His Old Lady was a transwoman, and I thought it was cool how accepting the club was. "I didn't get much of a chance to talk to you, but it's very nice to meet you, Venus. I actually have been in a couple of serious relationships with FtM's. I never got the chance to make many MtF friends, but I've never really been good at making friends. In fact, I only ever made one. I'd like the chance to get to know you, though," I said, smiling.
Smiling at me, she took my hand and shook it. "It's nice to meet you, too, dear. And I suspect your days of few friends are behind you. You fit in well here. We're quite a diverse group," she informed me. I shrugged, thinking of Gemma, and she patted my hand before letting go. "Even the Queen will let you in eventually. She's just wary of newcomers. We can all see how much Juan loves you, and how much you love him. You're good for each other," she said with her Blanche Devereaux accent. "We should go shopping soon. We'll take Tara and Lyla, make a girls day out of it!" she said, getting excited, and I couldn't break it to her that I hated shopping, instead smiling and nodding.
Sharing a look with my love, I nodded, reaching out to take his hand. He brought mine to his lips for a kiss and laced our fingers together. I looked down at the ring, trying to think of something to get him. I had something from him now. I wanted him to have something from me. I'd think of the perfect thing, it would just take a little bit of time. The four of us sat in silence for a minute as we watched the boys. We were still sitting silently when the door opened and Jax and Tara came out to gather the boys. I looked over at Juan, and we mutually decided it was time for us to go, too.
Standing, we said our goodbyes to everyone, making our way to the front of the house. We got in my truck and I buckled up, curling into his side as he drove to his house. We walked inside, our hands clasped between us. We went into the kitchen to put the rest of the chocolate pie and potato salad into the fridge. "I must say, girlfriend, you are an excellent cook," he said, pinning me between him and the wall, holding my hands over my head and leaning down to devour my neck. I bit back my sarcastic comment for a moment as he moved upward toward my ear.
When I could, I managed to breathlessly say, "Throwing together two pies and some potato salad is hardly cooking," before he attacked my lips with his, soon letting my tongue into his mouth so ours could dance. We continued to make out against the counter for a while before I led him to bed. I pushed him into a sitting position on the bed, and slowly began to strip for him. I started with my tank top, pulling it over my head slowly. I reached back and undid my black lacy bra and tossed it at his face. Then I slid my shorts down my long legs, tossing them aside.
Unable to just sit back and watch anymore, he tossed the bra aside and reached out, grabbing my hips and tucking his thumbs in the elastic of my lacy black thong, pulling it down and slipping it into his pocket. I smirked, but let him keep it. I knew he still had the panties he had stolen on our first night together. He might as well keep that too. I began to strip him of his clothes, pulling off his shirt and kissing him. I reached for the buckle on his jeans, unbuckling it and sliding his jeans off. He stepped out of them and I pulled his boxers down. I pushed him back on the bed and then got on my knees, to give him a blow job.
After he came, I swallowed, my gaze locked on his. I slowly crawled up his body, straddling his waist and leaning down to give him a sweet kiss. I began to rock my hips against his, slowly grinding against him to get him ready to go. He already was, and I had to smile at that. I was ready too, and I slid onto his dick. He filled me completely and felt amazing inside me. He began rocking his hips with mine, adding a little twist that always hit me in just the right spot. I moaned his name breathlessly and he started moving faster, grunting with his quicker thrusts.
Just a few minutes later, we were both cumming, yelling each others names. I collapsed next to him on the bed, sated and satisfied. I looked at him and could tell he felt the same way. I decided a bowl before bed sounded good, so I got out of the bed, wearing nothing, and crossed the room to get my pipe and weed. I packed the bowl and took a hit, then passed it to my boyfriend. When we finished smoking the bowl, we went outside to smoke a cigarette on his back porch. He sat on one of his patio chairs and I sat on his lap and we shared a cigarette. I passed it back to him so he could finish it, and rested my head on his shoulder. It was such a nice day out. Moments like these were my favorites. The little things had always made me the happiest.
Putting the cigarette out in my ashtray, he patted my butt so I'd get up, and I did, and he slapped my ass as I walked to the sliding glass door. I turned to look at him and smirked, before sliding the door open and stepping inside. He followed and as he was walking to the bed, I grabbed his ass. He looked at me, and told me he loved me. "I love you back, Juan. More than I ever thought possible," I told him, giving him a kiss that quickly turned passionate as our tongues danced together and his hand came up to tangle in my hair. His other hand was on my ass as he gripped a handful of it. I pushed him back onto his bed and crawled on top of him, lying on his chest as we continued making out. This wasn't uncommon for us. We often got carried away and ended up making out like teenagers in random places.
A couple of hours later, we had finished making out, and I was still lying on his chest, my head right above his heart so I could hear his heartbeat. He was stroking my hair, and we just laid in the dark silence for a while, enjoying each other's company. It wasn't much longer before we fell asleep, still in that position. I was dreading tomorrow, but thankfully, sleeping with Juan kept the nightmares at bay. I still slept better with him than I had in years. Probably since I'd been with Matthew. I felt safe and comfortable in his arms. They felt like home, and it had been a really long time since I'd felt like someplace was home. Again, it was probably since I'd been with Matthew.
The next morning I woke up and remembered what day it was and wanted to stay in bed all day. I hated this day. I couldn't stay in bed all day because we had to work, but I did groan loudly and duck my head under the covers. "What's wrong, babygirl?" he asked, startling me. I didn't know he was awake. My eyes snapped open in time to see him ducking his head under the covers as well. I didn't know if I wanted to tell him, open myself up to him. I knew I had to open up sometime, but I wasn't sure if now was the right time.
Sighing, I considered whether or not to tell him. It seemed to be the right time to let him in. At least about this. I looked away as I began to speak. "My grandmother died, 12 years ago. Today was her birthday. This day and the anniversary of her death always fuck me up. I still miss her so much. She was my Gam Gam. I still remember sitting in bed with her and her reading to me, until she had to rest her voice, then I'd read to her, when I was three. Those memories are my favorite. She was the glue that held our family together. At her funeral, there was a fist fight and yelling match. My aunts still don't talk to each other. They basically made my mother and I choose sides. I chose my Aunt Kathy's side, and my mom chose my Aunt Robins. It was ridiculous. It still is," I told him, sighing again as I stared straight up.
Reaching over, he touched my face, making me look into his eyes. "I'm so sorry, baby. That's horrible. Why don't we take the day off work, and stay in bed and watch Netflix all day? Or something else to keep your mind off of it? I can understand why you would want to do that. It's okay to miss work for a day. You never miss work. And I kinda have an in with my boss," he said, trying to make me smile. It worked, for a few seconds, before I started to shake my head. "Listen, I know this is a hard time for you. I just want to help you through it. Please, let me help you," he turned his eyes on me with a look I couldn't say no to.
Nodding, I flipped the blanket off our heads. It was getting hot. "I love you so much, Juan. Thank you," I leaned over to give him a kiss and then got out of bed to go to the bathroom and then call in to work. He called TM and then I went to make breakfast. After we ate and I had washed our dishes in the sink, I went and crawled into bed with Juan and we turned on OUAT. It took me a little while, but I was finally able to focus on the show and the fact that I was cuddled up to Juan, instead of what day it was. This was one of the reasons I loved him so much. He could make me feel better about anything. I looked up at him and kissed him. "I love you. Thank you," I said, and he said I love you and you're welcome before I turned my attention back to the show. We just stayed in bed and watched TV for the rest of the day.
A/N: Here's the next chapter. I hope you guys like it. I finished chapter 20 today so I'm finished with this part. I will continue updating every day or every other day, I'm not sure which. I am going to start the next part, but like I said, I probably won't start posting the second part until about a week after I post chapter 20. I really hope you guys like it and review. PLEASE and thank you!
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