The next morning, as she woke from her slumber, Breanne noticed a hand softly stroking her hair, and smiled lazily when it went lower to tickle her cheek. When she opened her eyes, she found James sitting next to her, a warm smile on his face. "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, cupping her face.

"Morning, handsome," she replied sleepily, covering his hand with hers.

"How do you feel?"

She shrugged. "Not much better, but having you here helps."

Once more, he smiled. "Well, I brought you something which I thought might help," he informed her, and reaching over he grabbed a tray which she now saw had been on her nightstand. "I know you probably don't have much of an appetite, but you really should try to eat a little something," he added as he placed the tray over her lap.

Sitting up, she looked over what he brought her, which consisted of toast, fruit and juice. "James, this is too kind of you," she commented, looking back up at him.

"I didn't really do anything, other than toasting the bread," he replied with a chuckle, and sat down next to her. "But you are more than welcome. Anything to try and help you feel better."

She smiled at his words, and giggled when he began to feed her, enjoying the mixture of sweet and salty and grateful for the small relief it seemed to be trying to offer. As they made small talk, they alternated between feeding each other, until the tray was empty. Immediately, he grabbed up the tray and carried it out of the room, quickly coming right back to her. "James, we should probably talk," Breanne commented as he got back into bed with her.

"Yes, I suppose you're right," he replied, wrapping an arm around her as she leaned into him.

After a moment of silence, she finally asked, "So...what now?"

He thought for a moment. "I'm honestly not quite sure. All I know right now is that I need you, and I need you to be a part of my life."

She smiled at this. "I want that too. It's just...I would have to be the one to uproot my life, and while you are more than worth it, I'm just not sure how ready I am for that."

"Then let's not think about that just yet. Let's focus on right now, and take things one day at a time. If this ends up as serious as I can see it becoming, one of us will have to move, yes, but who knows which of us it will be? It'll take some time for us to get to that point."

Breanne looked up at him. "And how serious do you see this becoming?" She asked quietly.

Reaching up, he tucked her hair behind her ear, before replying, "I know I want you to meet my boys, and I can see myself spending the rest of my days with you. Does that answer your question?"

Once more smiling, she leaned up and kissed him softly. "That sounds nice," she commented quietly, making him smirk. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

She hesitated a moment, before asking, "When did you know?"

"Know what?"

"You know...that you loved me."

James toyed with a strand of her hair as he thought, before finally replying, "I think it was the night of the wedding. I saw you interacting with one of Phil's cousins, the one with Down Syndrome. The moment I saw you laughing and dancing with her, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and knew I was starting to fall hard for you." Breanne smiled shyly at this, a lovely blush staining her cheeks. "Now you have me wondering when you knew as well."

She thought for a moment. "Honestly? I think it started the night we smoked together."

He could not help but to laugh at this. "Why then?"

She shrugged. "I'm not really sure, I just know I felt a connection with you. I didn't know what it was at first, but the night in the hot tub is what made me realize what it was I was feeling." James smiled at this, making her smile in return. Suddenly, a look of panic crossed her face, and scrambling out of bed she rushed into the bathroom, taking James by surprise. Frowning, he stood up and followed her into the bathroom, where he found her hunched over the toilet. Remaining silent, he knelt next to her and pulled her hair back from her face, softly rubbing her back as she emptied her stomach of the breakfast food she just had. Once she finally straightened back up, she leaned into him as she fought back tears.

"Shh, you're only going to make it worse sweetheart. Everything's okay, I'm right here," he murmured in a comforting tone, trying to calm her down.

When she finally pulled away, she commented quietly, "I'm just so sad that this is how our time together is going. Literally anything is better than this."

James pulled her back to him. "Well I wouldn't change a thing, because right now you're right here, in my arms," he stated, softly stroking her hair.

Breanne glanced up at him. "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one puking your guts out," she replied dryly, making him chuckle. "Our time together is wasted now."

James gently grasped her chin, and forced her to look back up at him. "Bree, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I have some time off, so I'll be here for as long as you want. Okay?" He reassured her, and with eyes still shining with tears she nodded, smiling weakly at him. "Now let's get that cute little ass of yours back in bed so you can rest," he added as he stood up, his comment making her giggle, and helped her to her feet as well.

"You don't have to stay in here with me, you know, if you want to do something more entertaining with your time," she commented once she was back in bed.

"Stop it, I told you I'm not going anywhere," he lightly scolded her as he sat next to her, and reached for the remote on her nightstand when he noticed the picture frame sitting next to it.

Picking it up, he studied it, when she informed him, "That's Tom."

"I didn't realize he was that much older than you," James stated, noticing Tom had been closer to his age.

"I told you I like my men older," she replied simply, making him smirk.

"You were stunning," James added, admiring how lovely she looked all dolled up on her wedding day.

"Thank you. It was a day I never want to forget."

Putting the picture back down, James looked back over at her and kissed her forehead before turning the television on. Resting her head in his lap, Breanne meant to watch the television with him, but when he started stroking her hair it wasn't long before she fell right back asleep. Perfectly content with their current situation, James found a channel to watch and settled more into the bed, continuing to toy with her hair as she slept soundly. He watched a few episodes of the show he came across, before getting out of the bed and exploring her home. It was a quaint little house, decorated uniquely with things from her experiences in life. A light smile played on his lips as he looked over everything, noting to himself it matched her personality perfectly.

Upon entering her living room, a surge of excitement rushed through him when he discovered she, too, had a record player, along with an impressive collection of vinyl. Unable to help himself, he studied the albums she had, on occasion pulling one out to further inspect it, until he finally decided on one he wanted to hear. Grabbing the record, he placed it on the turntable, and once the music started up he went back to looking around.

When he found himself in the kitchen, he decided to see what she had available, and when he noticed she had the ingredients for it he decided to make some soup for her.

He was to the point of letting everything simmer together, when a raspy voice behind him quietly commented, "It smells good in here."

Spinning around, James immediately smiled when he found Breanne standing there in her pajamas, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Hey there sleepyhead," he greeted her, covering the pot before walking over to her. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her forehead before asking, "How are you feeling?"

"Better. Still not the best, but better. I see you made yourself at home," she replied, her last comment making him grin sheepishly.

"I thought some soup might help, I apologize if I upset you by going through your kitchen," he replied, a hint of worry on his face.

"I don't mind. It's a nice change not waking up to an empty home," she stated, the lonely look which crossed her face not going unnoticed by him.

Taking her face in his hands, he reassured her, "I won't let you go any longer being alone like you have been." When she smiled at him, he smiled back before adding, "Now go rest up on the couch."

"Will you please come with me?"

"I wanted to clean up the dishes for you."

"That really isn't necessary."

"For me it is," he replied, and before she could say another word he kissed her once more, before turning her around and giving her bottom a light swat to get her to go into the living room. With a giggle, she gave him what he wanted, and while he cleaned up his mess he heard something quietly playing on the television once the record had stopped playing.

Once he was done, he joined Breanne in the living room, an amused look coming to his face when he discovered she was wrapped up in a blanket and playing a video game. When she noticed him, she immediately paused the game. "Did you want to watch something?" She asked.

"No no, keep doing what you're doing. Your book collection is calling out to me," he replied, his gaze going to the bookshelf next to him.

"Are you sure?"

"I am positive," he reassured her, and with a smile she turned the game back on. Bringing his attention back to the small library she had, he scanned her collection, and when he settled on one he joined her on the couch. While he had meant to begin reading, he found himself watching what she was playing, intrigued by what he was seeing. "I'm curious, why does it look like that? I feel like I've been sucked back into the nineties," he asked, his comment making her laugh.

"Have you not seen this one before?"

"Do I look like the video game type?" He asked with a chuckle.

She giggled. "Fair point. Well, this is a game from back then."

"I can tell. Why has it not been updated? Isn't that a thing with these?"

Breanne could not help but to laugh again. "You're cute. I guess it's the nostalgia of the original, I purposely chose to play this version. It makes me think of late high school nights, when I had no life," she explained.

He chuckled at her statement, finding it adorable that she gained so much enjoyment from something so simple. Every little thing she did seemed to make him fall even more in love with her.

By the end of the day, Breanne was in much higher spirits, the two of them alternating between loving caresses, soft embraces and playful teasing as they remained curled up together on the couch. Somehow, at one point Breanne ended up in his lap, and like a couple of love struck teenagers they exchanged heated kiss after heated kiss, their hands slowly beginning to wander.

"Bree," he murmured, taking her face in his hands and softly pulling away.

She frowned. "What's wrong?"

"We should stop."

"But...why?" Grabbing one of his hands, she placed it over her breast as she asked, "Don't you want me?"

He let out a muffled groan. "I want you every second of every day, sweetheart. I just don't think we should do this when you've been feeling under the weather," he explained, giving the mound in his hand a soft squeeze before pulling away.

"James, I'm fine. Please...I need you," she quietly pleaded, nipping and sucking on his neck.

He let out another low groan. He really did mean to keep his willpower strong, but his hands began to take on a mind of their own, lazily moving over her curves. As he touched her, he slowly bunched up her shirt, and smirked when she suddenly pulled it off over her head. Once more kissing her, he gently laid her back against the couch cushions, maneuvering to where he was nestled between her thighs. "Am I too heavy?" He asked, not wanting to cause her discomfort.

Wrapping her legs tightly around him, she pressed her hips up into him, making him let out a soft moan, and replied as she pulled his shirt off as well, "You are absolutely perfect."

Smiling, he leaned down to claim her lips with his, rocking his hips into her as he did so. She quietly whimpered at the feel of his growing cock pressing intimately into her, anticipating the pleasure she knew it could provide. Running her hands along his chest, toying with the hair there as she did so, she trailed down to his waist, where she unzipped his pants and reached inside. James quietly sighed when she freed him from his cloth restraints, letting her stroke him for a moment before pulling back to remove her bottoms. Needing her in the worst way, he immediately sank into her, their moans intermingling as he set in a gentle rhythm. Bracing himself up on his hands, he watched her as he made love to her, noting to himself how damn lucky he was. At one point, she suddenly pushed on his shoulders, making them roll off of the couch and onto the floor. James letting out an 'oomf' as his back hit the carpet, completely taken by surprise as he looked up at her with wide eyes. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Breanne gasped, sitting up to look down at him. The two of them stared at each other in stunned silence, until eventually they erupted into laughter.

"Just what were you trying to do?" he chuckled, amused by her embarrassed expression.

"I was trying to get on top...but I did not intend for us to end up on the floor," she explained with a giggle and a small shrug.

"I'm not going to object with that," he replied, and she gasped when he started moving her hips, the atmosphere quickly growing once more serious as they picked right back up where they left off. Bracing herself against his chest, she slowly rode him, biting her lip when his hands started caressing her back and sides. When she felt his hips beginning to flex beneath her, she started bouncing on his cock, her actions pulling a moan from him. Looking down, he watched as he repeatedly disappeared into her, the site alone enough to make him come. Letting his head fall back, he closed his eyes as he braced his feet, thrusting up into her with more force when he felt his climax beginning to approach. The quiet whimpers she had been letting out grew in volume and frequency as her own pleasure grew, and when his fingers found her clit this pushed her over the edge, her release immediately triggering his. When it passed, she looked back down at him, and once more giggled, leaning down to kiss him before rolling onto the ground next to him. "You sure seem to be feeling better," he commented in an amused tone as he glanced over at her.

"I just got laid, I'm feeling great," she replied, making him laugh.

Tucking himself back in his pants, he stood up and helped her up as well. "Would you do me the honor of joining me for dinner?" he asked once he had his shirt back on.

Breanne smiled at his request. "That would be nice," she replied as she grabbed her shorts. Taking her hand in his, James led her upstairs where they showered together, and got ready to go out for the night.

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As soon as the door was locked, James crushed his lips against Breannes, impatiently pushing her purse off of her shoulder to the ground before his hands grasped her face. All through dinner, and during their walk along the river going through downtown, she had been teasing him with dirty talk and discreet gropes, until he was near the point of begging her to go back to the house. As she drove them home, she steadily grabbed and rubbed him through his pants, making him so hard it had become painful. All he could think about in that moment was needing to feel her wrapped tightly around him.

"It's late, I think we should just go to bed," Breanne commented, her voice innocent while her eyes were full of mischief.

James grasped her jaw, taking her by surprise, and growled, "You are going to finish what you started. Now get your ass upstairs. Now."

No longer in the mood for playing games, she quickly headed up the stairs with him hot on her heels, discarding of her shirt and bra along the way. As soon as they were next to the bed, they raced to undress each other, until they were equally nude. Grabbing her, he kissed her heatedly, before pushing her down onto the bed, making her squeak with surprise. Before she could react, he flipped her onto her stomach before kneeling behind her, raising her ass in the air as he did so. Playfully, Breanne wiggled her ass against his throbbing cock, making him let out a noise of approval in the back of his throat. She cried out when he suddenly buried himself inside her, and groaned when he immediately set in a fast pace. "God, James," she gasped, and cried out when he suddenly slapped her ass hard.

"You are a fucking tease," he growled, giving another slap. "You think it's funny, making my dick hard all night long?I think I should tease you now, and make you beg, you little brat."

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please..."

"Please what?" James asked, slapping her ass again. When she only whimpered in response, he tugged hard on her hair, making her cry out. "Please what?"

"Please...oh god, please make me come," she begged, her hands clutching the comforter as she began to feel that pressure.

"I don't think I should. I think I should get you right to the edge, and stop, torturing you like you tortured me."

"No! Please, please, I'll be a good girl."

Letting out a shuddering breath at her words, James reached down to stroked her clit at a pace which matched his thrusts. "Don't come until I tell you to."

Breanne bit her lip hard, fighting to hold off. "James...James...please..."

Hearing the desperation in her voice quickly made him lose it. "Come. Come right now on my cock," he demanded, quietly groaning as it washed over him, and immediately she joined him, biting down on the comforter to muffle her cries. They stayed still for a moment, until finally it passed, and moved to where they collapsed onto the pillows. "I think that's the most amazing sex I've ever had," she sighed, making him grin smugly. "Holy shit."

He chuckled at her last statement. "You had me so worked up, I couldn't help myself," he commented as they got beneath the covers.

"So what you are saying is I should do that more often?"

"Don't you dare," he immediately shot back, making her laugh as she curled up into his side.

"Fine, I'll save it for when we aren't out in public," she replied teasingly, and smirking he simply kissed the top of her head before they fell asleep intertwined.