Chapter Eight: What If?
Tig watched her eyes sweep around the room as she clenched and unclenched her hands into fists, nothing available to even throw except single-ply toilet paper and flimsy seat covers.
"I won't watch," he said and turned around to the face the door, leaving Kari to stare at his back.
Tig could feel her frown beating against him and held his hands out theatrically, "I promise," he drew out.
Kari's impending loss of bladder control threatened to win in a wet manner and Tig held his breath and waited as she emptied her bladder, her hot piss splashing the smooth surface of the blue toilet water.
They both breathed in slowly through their noses and out their mouths as she tore off a handful of the cheap toilet paper and wiped herself clean.
Tig spoke as he heard her pull her snug pants up and turned around as he spoke, catching her tie the drawstring into a limp bow.
"We got a ways to go, are you feeling up to that?"
Kari stared down at loopy bow as she side-stepped to the metal sink and pink pump hand soap.
"That's fine," she said and washed her hands with the icy water.
Kari rinsed her hands clean before cupping the water and splashing it over her face before dabbing her skin dry with the rough, brown paper towels.
She balled up the paper in her hands when she turned and found his eyes searching hers.
"What?" Kari asked, her senses at sudden Def Con One at the unreadable expression in his neutral eyes, reflexively considering throwing the crushed wad of 100% recycled paper towels at him like a dirty snowball.
Tig blinked slowly as he let his hands splay out casually at his sides, his fingertips twitching to find out what her face looked like when she came. He blew out a sharp breath as he felt blood begin to trickle into his thick cock tucked behind his zipper.
"Are you okay?" Kari asked, her wariness pushed aside when she misread his barely suppressed lust as feelings of sudden illness.
Kari took an automatic step forward before the cloud obscuring his surging, heated raw need fell away from Tig's sparkling eyes and she found herself feeling like a wounded gazelle with the hungry, singular attention of a blood-thirsty carnivorous predator.
"No, I'm not okay," Tig admitted with a rasp and thoroughly shook Kari's jumbled thoughts like a holiday snow globe.
"What is it?" she asked with a stilted tone, caught between moving forward or backwards against the sink.
"I'm not sure I'm up for all the driving," Tig began before Kari quickly interrupted.
"I can drive, just give me directions."
"It's not the length of the drive," he interrupted back as he started to close the already small distance between them. "We need to deal with something before we get out of here."
His tone and movement forced her backwards, but any progress was stopped by the edge of the sink biting into her lower back as he continued to advance.
"We? Deal with what?" Kari asked as he put one hand on the sink on either side of her hips, keeping her locked within his arms, a breath away from touching her.
"You're distracting me, I can't focus," Tig said as he leaned closer, his exhale hot against her face.
Kari scoffed and frowned, her irritation growing and overshadowing her discomfort for a moment.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped and tried to physically slide out of the circle of his arms.
Tig growled and caught her up in his embrace, pulling her nearly off his feet as he pressed his lips to her ear. "I can't think of anything else but fucking you," he whispered urgently and roughly pushed her back against the sink, simultaneously lifting her until he could insinuate himself between her thighs.
"Well, that's direct," Kari managed as she shifted as much as his hold would allow, still processing his admission.
"Is it the worst idea?" Tig asked in a strangled tone as he smoothed a hand through her hair and pressed his lips against the racing pulse in the side of her neck.
He didn't catch everything Kari whispered, only the word "obligation," came through clear.
Tig teased his long fingers through her hair and pulled her head back until her neck grew taut, whispering as his lips hovered over hers. "What did you say?"
Kari held his gaze as long as she could until she sagged under his hold and how wrapped up he had her in his arms, letting her eyes fall closed as she spoke.
"I was thinking of the oath I took, taking the obligation freely," she breathed, opening her eyes as she added. "Defending foreign and domestic enemies."
"I'm not your enemy," Tig murmured and kept his hold in her warm silken strands unbreakable as he slid his free hand to smooth under the curve of her bottom and tug her closer.
Kari inhaled sharply as he slid his hand to the tied, floppy bow of her linen pants, lightly tugging.
"I'm not your enemy," Tig repeated before he carefully let his lips touch hers, forcing himself to take his time.
"Take this obligation freely," Kari's mind repeated on a loop as she tentatively raised her hands to rest on his waist, partially for the self-serving need for balance. "Freely, freely," she nearly said aloud as she slid one hand to close around his wrist as he pulled at her drawstring bow with greater urgency.
"I couldn't possibly have sex in this filthy bathroom," Kari chuckled nervously as she pushed at his hand.
within a breath from touching the front of his body.
"How about the van?" Tig countered quickly and easily shook her hand free.
"No, I can't," she murmured shaking her head.
"Can't or won't?" he asked as he leaned back to search her eyes, scrutinizing every minute muscle movement in her expression.
Kari opened her mouth to speak but didn't know how to explain the four guys she had wrapped her life around and got fucked over worse each time.
The high school boyfriend who promised the moon.
The college boyfriend who promised the solar system.
The rebound boyfriend turned fast fiancé and most recently, the crushing, bitterly ended one-night stand with another agent that led to her transfer to the other coastline.
"This is all way too fast and overwhelming," Kari managed and covered her mouth as she laughed and added. "I had a bad experience with rushing stuff and found out the hard way that I'm not into casual sex."
Tig pulled her fingertips away from her mouth and adjusted his grip until he could slide the same hand to his zipper and fumble the metal tab down.
Kari renewed her struggling and tried to kick free when he had one hand occupied with his zipper.
"Wait," he demanded and begged on a needy growl as he yanked his hardening cock free and stroked it to painfully hard life.
"What's wrong with casual?" he asked as he increased the squeezing rhythm around the thick shaft of his rigidity, his breathing picking up the pace.
"Sex should mean something," she answered quickly and lowly as he paused jerking at his dick long enough to wrench the wad of paper towels from her clenched fist.
"How could I make it mean something with me?" Tig panted as an electrical coil tightened through his throbbing length and made his balls pull up close to his body, readying to come.
"I don't know how to answer that," Kari gasped as she felt him rub the smooth head of his cock against the inside of her thigh, fighting every fiber in his being that wanted to tear the crotch of her pants open and bury himself to the hilt in her wet center.
"I'm not going to take anything you don't want to give," Tig said on a strangled groan as he felt his orgasm an imminent event.
Kari watched his pupils dilate and his sparkling cerulean blue orbs practically dilated as he came hard against the crumpled ball of paper towels, the recycled fibers soaking up his sticky seed.
As he tried to get his breathing rate under control, the blissful afterglow of his stimulated nervous system let him see what she needed, what she was afraid to ask for.
Tig buried his face in the warm curve of her neck, feeling her pulse galloping under his lips, his exhale warm as he spoke against her flushed skin.
"What did you say?" Kari asked, unsure if she had clearly interpreted his muffled words.
"What if we were married?" Tig asked raggedly, urgently crushing his mouth to hers and thrusting his tongue against her lips, fucking her mouth like he wanted to fill her cunt.