Roman-
I walked in and set my gym bag down. The gym helped a bit, but I was still frustrated. Telling myself I would take care of it in the shower, again. Dean came into view, Chris was trying to stop him. He was dragging her.
"Dean, you've got something. Go like this", I said, brushing my arm.
Dean chuckled and Chris glared at me.
"I'm gonna remember that", she said.
"I love you", I said.
"Aw buddy, I love you too", Dean said.
Dean had an evil smirk on his face. He would send a look to Chris and she shook her head no.
"What's going on?", I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Nothing", Chris said.
I raised a brow and then looked at Dean.
"Your turn", I said.
"Chris had a", his voice became muffled when Chris covered his mouth with her hand.
"It's nothing. Ew", she said, taking her hand away from his mouth.
He had licked the palm of her hand. I sighed, that is more action then I've gotten.
"Tell him or I will", Dean threatened.
Chris sighed and looked down.
"I had a, I had a sex dream", she mumbled.
"Oh", I said.
"Oh? That's it? Just, oh?", Dean asked.
"Wait, the sex dream was about Jon?", I asked, getting angry.
"No", they both said.
"About, about me?", I asked.
I could feel the rushing need down below. Chris bit her bottom lip. I reached over and rubbed my thumb on her chin.
"Don't do that, the last time you did that you made yourself bleed", I said.
She went stiff and I took my hand away from her.
"You okay?", I asked.
"Fine, I'm fine", she said.
"Well I'll leave you two love birds alone. Hey, maybe we will even get a new baby in the house", Jon said, before walking out.
There was an awkward slience between Chris and I.
"Man, I've never been so nervous before", I said chuckling.
"It wasn't a dream was it?", she asked.
"Want to fill me in?", I asked, setting down the pizza.
"We were in the kitchen and we were mad at each other", she said.
"That wasn't a dream. That's when I knocked you up with Carter. You remembered me", I said excited.
"We were mad at each other", she said.
"It was my fault", I said.
We kept eye contact.
"So pizza", she said, changing the subject.
"Pizza", I nodded.
She took it to the kitchen and I followed.
"I'm gonna shower first, I stink", I said.
She nodded, I walked upstairs and stripped. Turning the shower on. I looked down, still up and hard as fuck. Once the water was hot enough I jumped in the shower.
Christina-
Just follow him, but what if he didn't want me in there with him? What then? I couldn't take that kinda rejection. I locked the front door and went upstairs, my hands shaking. Getting to our room, he was still in the shower. I could make out his form through the blurry glass door. I stripped and took a deep breath before opening the door. He turned to look at me.
"Chris", he softly said.
"Mind if I join?", I asked.
"You don't have to do this honey. If you aren't ready, I understand", he said.
He said one thing, but his body and mine said a whole different thing.
"But I am", I said.
He licked his lips and nodded. I walked in and he looked over my body.
"You're making me nervous", I said, looking down.
He placed his thumb under my chin and lifted my head to meet his eyes. He leaned his head down and kissed me. This kiss felt just as good as the one in my, no, it wasn't a dream. Joe said it was real. He walked me back under the water and our bodies close, I could feel him against me.
"Make love to me", I whispered.
"You sure?", he asked.
I nodded. He pushed me against the tile wall and his hands took a hold of my thighs. He lifted me up and my legs went around his waist.
"I missed you baby", he whispered.
He rested his forehead against mine and I felt him push into me gently. My fingers digging into his shoulders. He groaned.
"You feel so good, fuck, fuck", he growled.
I moaned, he felt so good. He moved ever so slowly, in and out. I could feel the stress leave my shoulders and back. It was like he was scratching an itch I couldn't reach. He quickened his hips, I let go of his shoulders and held onto the edge of the wall.
"Joe, oh my, you feel so good", I moaned.
He growled and he pushed even harder into me.
"Tell me you love me", he growled.
I looked into his eyes. They pleaded for me to say it back, all he wanted was to hear me say it.
"I love you", I panted.
He slowed his thrusts and stared at me, smile on his face.
"You mean that?", he asked.
Worry now in his eyes.
"Yes, I don't remember you still, but my heart does and I have always loved you. That won't ever change", I said.
He pressed his lips to mine, smiling into the kiss.
"I've always loved you", he said.
He started thrusting into me again and he panted into my ear. His warm breath on my ear was intoxicating, his touch. The way he kept whispering I love you, telling me I was beautiful. He groaned and thrust one last time before pulling out. I rested my forehead against his shoulder.
"You okay baby girl?", he asked.
I was trying to catch my breath, I couldn't answer.
"Did I hurt you? Shit, I hurt you didn't I? I'm sorry, where are you hurt?", he asked worried.
He was worried about me. I shouldn't be surprised even as kids he was always looking out for me, even if half of the time he was making fun of me or pulling my hair. Remembering his words when we were six. A boy took my backpack and threw my stuff around, I cried.
Roman had come up to the boy and punched him and told him to never hurt me again or it would be worse next time, then he helped me pick up my things. Calling me boogerhead while he did it. I laughed.
"What's so funny?", he asked.
"Just remembering that time you helped me, we were six and", he laughed.
He nodded.
"When Max Karp took your backpack. You always were a boogerhead", he said chuckling.
"Joe", I said, pinching him.
"I remember that, I watched you from my front yard. I always did to make sure you got home safe and I saw him grab your backpack. Pissed me off, no one messes with my girl", he said.
He smiled and set me down.
"I didn't hurt you then?", he asked, looking over my body.
"No, I'm okay. I'm always okay when I'm with you", I said.
"I protect what's mine", he said.
"That I remember", I said with a smile.
"Let's finish showering and then go down to eat. I'm hungry all of a sudden", he said.
We showered and got dressed. We walked downstairs and he brought over a few blankets and the pizza box. I watched him set a few blankets on the floor and then the couch pillows.
"We use to do this when the kids would stay at our parents. We always made sure to pick a weekend out of every month to spend just you and I together", he said.
"We did that?", I asked.
He nodded and sat down on the floor, I joined him.
"This is our way of staying together and in touch with each other. We talk and relax, make love and just enjoy being together", he said.
"I wish I could remember it", I said.
"You will babe", he said.
He opened the pizza box and handed me a slice. Turning on the tv and putting on Netflix.
"Horror movie or romantic?", he asked.
"You decide", I said.
He nodded and went with Horror. This felt so familiar and something deep down told me I was comfortable with this. Like my body and heart were a thousand miles away and my mind was taking forever to catch up. If only my mind would hurry up and catch up, soon, I hoped.
"You comfortable?", he asked, his hand rubbing my back.
I nodded against his shoulder.
"Can I confess something?", he asked.
I looked up at him.
"Sure", I said.
"Right now, it doesn't feel like you forgot me. It feels right, normal", he said.
"It does", I nodded.