Author: Scorching Reality (dcsgurlmidsouth.rr.com)
Title: Chapter Eight – Blue on Black Part 1
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters from The Fast and The Furious. They belong to Universal Studios. I am not receiving anything from writing this story. I wrote this solely so I could have something to do. Otherwise the other characters are MINE.
Summary: Allison has raced all over her life, but when she crashes after a win, she feels like she's lost her purpose in life. This is the story of what happened after the crash.
Pairing: Allison / ?, Dom / ?, Leon / Letty
Archive: Yes, just let me know so I can check it out.
Feedback: Always. Good, bad, whatever!

Chapter Eight

It was race night and Dom still hadn't seen Allison or her car. The race would be starting soon and Leon was looking for her as well. He stood on his tiptoes and looked around. He finally saw her brown hair in a ponytail. He walked over to her, but stopped a few feet from her. Someone had their arm around her waist. It wasn't Leon and Dom didn't have a very good view. He then realized who it was a cursed under his breath. He knew she would do something stupid, but not this stupid. He walked forwards and tapped her on the shoulder. She smiled and turned around, but the second she saw him it disappeared. He looked her up and down.

'Damn she looks hot,' he thought letting his mind slip from his purpose.

"Can I speak to you for a sec?" he asked.

Lance went to speak, but Allison put a finger on his mouth. She nibbled on his ear and said, "I'll take care of this sweetie. Be right back."

They walked over to a less crowded area. Dom stopped and wheeled around quickly. Her perfume took over him, but he managed to keep himself under control. If he hadn't he would most likely be kissing her at the present moment. He wanted to so badly. It hurt to restrain himself. He then took in what she was wearing. She wore a denim skirt and a yellow halter. Her clear high heels made her legs look gorgeous.

'God this is going to be hard,' he said to himself as he tried to keep his face emotionless.

He put that all aside and spoke.

"What the fuck are you doing with Tran?"

He motioned in Tran's direction. Anger now took over his face.

"Well seeing as I work for him and we are going out, that gives me a pretty good reason to stand beside him. Don't ya think?" she took her time in what she was saying and her words dripped with sarcasm.

She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. Her hoop earring swung from side to side. He took a few seconds to digest what she had just said.

"You work for Tran? Since when?"

"Since I quit your crew. Oh and don't worry about your precious little secrets, if you even have any, getting out. Tran doesn't care. The only thing he wants is for me to be happy. And ya know what? For once in my life I am."

Dom took a step back and looked at her.

"Does Leon know? I mean have you even had the decency to talk to him?"

"And say what? Oh hey Leon...yeah I love you too...oh and by the way I saw you sucking face with some whore the other day...I mean come on Dom, you really don't expect me to talk to him do you?"

"Have you guys broken up?"

"No, but I figure if he can cheat on me then I can cheat on him. All's far in love and war, right?"

"Allison, you're not thinking right. And what about Letty? Aren't you guy's still friends? You don't seriously think that Tran will let you hang around us do you?"

"I could care less. Ever since I have met you and your 'gang', 'team', whatever the hell you band of mother fucking misfits are, I have felt nothing more than heartbreak and pain. I don't want to do that again. So you see why I'm with Tran. After I saw Leon and that whore I can't talk to him or see him."

"He's here and looking for you. You do know that?"

"Good for him. And when he finds me, and trust me he will, I will be with Tran. I'll be perfectly happy to show him the heartache he showed me. And in the exact same way...Now if you'll excuse me I have a race to win," she said lowering her voice.

She turned around and walked to her car. She got in and sped off leaving Tran standing there. Tran didn't look too happy about the disrespect.

"Hope she knows what she's doing," Dom said walking over to his car.

He got in and followed her to the finish line. When they got there she got out of her car and walked over to Tran, who had pulled up a couple of seconds before him. He stood off to the side of the starting line with a group of people surrounding him. Dom watched as Tran was talking to her and then punched her. She clutched her jaw and looked at him. Dom clutched the steering wheel. His knuckles turned white. Dom then truly felt sorry for Tran, because no telling what he would do to him one he got done with race. He knew he couldn't do anything now, because that was Tran's crew, but he could sure as hell do something about it later. Dom then saw someone sprint across the start line towards Tran's posse. It was Leon.

"Shit," Dom said trying to get out of the car.

He got out a sprinted towards the group as well. There was no doubt in Dom's mind that Leon saw Tran hit Allison. He got there as Leon punched Tran in the jaw.

'Too late,' Dom thought.

Tran went down. A circle engulfed the three. Allison stood to the side. Dom made his way into the circle.

He heard Leon say to Allison, "You okay?"

He put his hands on her arms lightly. She wouldn't say anything. She just stared at the ground. Leon looked truly confused. He went to see her jaw when she backed up. Tran was standing back up and ready to punch Leon while his back faced him. Dom managed to grab Leon and Allison out of the group in time. Tran's arms swung and hit the air. Laughter filled the group as the three walked out of it. Allison still had her hand cupping her jaw. Once they were away from the group Dom stopped her.

"Let me see," he whispered to Allison.

His hands were placed on her arms waiting for her to move her hand and expose the newly acquired bruise. When she disobeyed Dom said it a little louder. Leon stood there beside Dom. He was very concerned.

"Let me see it, damnit," Dom growled.

Finally Allison moved her hand exposing the bruised area on her jaw. It covered her whole jaw area, from up by her ear to her chin. Dom reached up to touch it, but rage filled him before he could. Allison gazed up, as if she was trying to keep the tears from coming. It wasn't working very well. They came slowly at first, but flowed down quickly. She wiped at them and successfully making them disappear. She was torn apart internally.

"I told you to stay away from Tran. You should have listened."

Dom took a step back and sat on his hood. He ran a massive hand over his head.

Allison stood there staring at Dom. Leon looked at her and said, "What were you doing with Lance anyways?"

Allison stood there. Tears filled her eyes once again. She didn't say a word. Leon moved closer to her. She took a step back and took a deep breath. It was faltered by the threat of on coming tears.

"Race will be starting soon. I gotta go get ready," she said crossing her arms across her chest. She walked backwards for one or two steps, but then turned around and walked to her car.

Dom looked up and saw her get in her car and revv the engine. He sighed deeply. He was confused. Should he tell Allison how he felt or was it best to just leave her alone? He knew he had feelings for her, but how far did they go? He seemed to think about her a lot, but was that enough? Leon cared for her. Or at least he seemed to. Then another thought crept in. If they did, by chance, get together, would he do the same thing he did to all the other women in his life and break her heart? Would he then just leave her and forget about her like he had done with so many others? These thoughts buzzed in his head. He finally snapped back out of his dream world and stood up. He walked over and stood next to Leon who was watching Allison set up.

"She's right race's about to start. We'll talk about this later?" he said putting his hand on Leon's shoulder.

Dom looked over at Allison and took in the sight of her bruise wound. He then let his mind slowly slip back to the night of the crash and how defenseless she was. He then was brought back when Leon sighed.

Leon looked at Dom and said, "I have to tell you something. I'm not very proud of it, but you have to know that I screwed up. I think she already does."

"Hey, bro. Can we talk about this later?" Dom said as he saw people vacating the start line.

"Sure," he said walking off towards the sidelines to his car. His head hung as he stared at the ground.

Dom walked back to his car and got in. The race would be starting soon and his car had to be warm. Tran's circle had disappeared. They were either at the start line or on the sidelines cheering. Each girl walked to her station at the opposite sides of the line. Dom's car was started and purring. He revved the engine and waited anxiously for the race to begin. The girls raised and lowered the scarves in a matter of seconds. The sound of screeching tires filled the air.

Dom pressed forwards and instantly was at the front. Allison was at his side. He glanced at her and saw her bruise once again. The streetlights seemed to illuminate it. Dom shook his head and changed gears. Allison was beginning to pass him. He chuckled and changed gears yet again. He nosed forward and pressed the NOS. Allison wasn't far behind when she pressed the NOS and passed the finish line ahead of Dom. She had beaten him again. He was losing is touch. Dom slammed his hand into the steering wheel as he passed the finish line. Allison parked her car and people surrounded her. There was no joy in her face as she walked up to Hector and grabbed her money from his hand.

She stalked back to her car and started it. The circle slowly disappeared as she drove off. Confused looks passed throughout the crowd. Dom sighed and followed after her. This caused even more looks. Dom followed her as she drove back to her place. She got out and walked towards her house. Max barked anxiously at the window. She got so far as the steps before she collapsed. Dom jumped out of his car and jogged towards her. She was sobbing and lying on the steps. Her body lay sprawled across each step. Allison laid her head on the first steps and let the tears drip to the ground, causing a very small wet spot to form. Dom sat beside her and pulled her body into his lap. At first she brought her hands up to cover her face, but after a while gave up and allowed her appearance to be seen. She sat there with her head in his lap sobbing.

Dom ran his hand through her hair trying to soothe her but not saying a word. He played with her ponytail until she finally stopped crying. Only sniffles were left to fill the air. Allison straightened up and looked Dom in the eyes.

'She looks horrible,' Dom thought to himself.

Mascara was running down her cheeks. Dom just looked into her blue eyes that were darkened by the recent river of mascara. Her bruise looked darker and bigger. She wiped incessantly at the river of black, but after a few tries of doing nothing but smearing it, she quit. Dom attempted to help wipe the mascara from her cheeks with his thumb. He was failing horribly. She began to cry even more and put her head into his chest. He tried further to soothe her for several minutes. Her sobs began to become lower and muffled as she moved her head into his chest directly. He then slowly noticed her change in breathing. Dom chuckled lightly when he noticed that she was asleep in his lap. The laugh caused his chest to rise up and down several times moving her at the same time.

He stopped and double-checked to see if she really was asleep. When he knew for sure he took a deep breath. They had been sitting there for several minutes. He realized he hadn't spoken one word to her. Dom shook his head and picked her up. He bent down to get the key he had noticed her putting there weeks before. He barely managed to get the key without dropping her or losing his balance. She stirred and put her arms around his neck, which made it easier to carry her. He bent down slightly again to insert the key into the doorknob. It slipped in with little effort. He opened the door and was greeted with a growling German Shepard.

"Shh, Max, it's okay," he said maneuvering around the dog.

Dom stepped inside and shut the door lightly with his foot. He laid the key on the table next to the door. Max growled lightly and looked up at him. Dom looked around with her still in his arms.

"Where's the bedroom, Max?" he asked the dog not really expecting an answer.

Dom gazed down at the dog who merely cocked his head lightly to the side. Max then looked up at him and turned around. He jumped on the couch and laid his head down on his paws.

"Some help you are," Dom said to Max with a slight laugh.

He reached down and turned a light on that was next to the key. It illuminated the room and showed the way to Allison's room. Dom walked down the hallway and into the room cautiously. He tried his best not to have her head or feet hit the doorframe as he entered the room. He gently laid her down on the bed. She stirred, but didn't wake up. Dom pulled off her shoes and began to cover her up with the afghan that was draped across the bed carelessly. As the blanket formed around her, he took a deep breath and inhaled her scent that seemed to surround the room.

'No duh,' he thought, 'this is her house. It would smell like her.'

When he finished he turned to walk out of the room, but was stopped when he heard her readjust herself. He glanced back and noticed he propped up on her elbows. Her eyes peered over at him. They had a sense of pleading. Want. Need. Dom tried his best to figure it out. He stood puzzled for a moment staring at Allison. He could see she was struggling to say something. She had come close several times to saying something, but each time backed away. Dom listened anxiously. His eyes wandered over her body. Each time stopping at her bruise then traveling up to her eyes. They attracted his attention. There was just something about them. He felt like they were screaming at him. Screaming for him to come closer and look into them harder.

"Dom," Allison said quietly after awhile. Her voice was raspy and barley audible. Dom cleared his throat and nodded his head to show her that she had his full attention. Dom adjusted his body to where he was completely facing her, still not taking a step forwards or backwards. He watched and waited as she struggled to find the words.

"Stay here, please?" she asked.

He then realized what it was that he saw in her eyes. Want and need. She needed and wanted him to be there with her. She didn't want to be alone. Dom took a deep breath and went to say something, but was interrupted.

"Just lay with me. I really don't want to be alone," she said pleading yet again, this time with both her eyes and words.

Dom knew he couldn't say no. He smiled and walked back over to her. Her eyes looked gorgeous against the black of her running mascara. It brought out the beautiful mixture of blue and green that often a time enthralled him. He sat on the opposite side of her. Dom reached down and took of his boots slowly. She had lain back down and faced his back, watching as the muscles moved. Dom could feel her gaze burning into his back. He glanced over his shoulder as he took of his second boot. Dom couldn't help but show a gentle smile. He sat the clunky black boot gently on the ground. Next he took off his shirt, to where he was more comfortable. The muscles seemed to move with ease.

Dom no longer felt her staring up at him. He laid down and faced her. Her eyes were closed. He watched her as she took every breath. The rise and fall of her breasts. The way her eyes moved when she dreamed. Dom just sat there for hours watching her.

'She is so beautiful,' he thought almost daring to move a strand of hair out of her eye.

He thought against it and just left her the way she was. He slowly felt his eyes coming to a close. Sleep was calling to him. He yawned and continued to stare at Allison. She stirred slightly and came closer to Dom. He made sure that he was nowhere in her way.

She had managed to put her face into his chest and one of her hands leisurely lay also on his chest. Dom took a deep breath and once again inhaled the scent that he had grown accustomed to. From the best he could tell it was a mixture of Tommy Girl perfume and shampoo. He shook his head as he faintly heard her heart beat. After yawning once again his eyes slowly close. Dom fell asleep holding Allison. A smile displayed proudly on his face.
He awoke to the smell of coffee. His senses were slowly waking up. Dom began to feel movement in his arms and legs. He opened his eyes slowly only to notice that Allison wasn't there. Dom managed to swing his legs over the side of the bed and stand up without falling. He grabbed his wife beater form the floor and slipped it on quickly. The smell of coffee was calling him. He stumbled out of the room and walked into the living room. He stopped at the entrance and leaned against it. There she was sitting on the couch with Max asleep in her lap. She was slowly drinking her coffee and watching the TV. He smiled and the dog looked up at him. His collar clinked and directed her attention. Allison followed the dog's line of gaze and smiled when she saw the massive figure in the doorway.

"Good morning, sleepy," she said moving the dog from her lap. He growled in contempt.

Dom noticed the absence of mascara around her eyes. Her hair was damp and laid on her shoulders. It was tucked behind her ears. She wore a white tank top with short pink shorts. Her black bra was visible through the shirt. The straps peaked out from underneath the straps. She had nothing on her feet. Apparently she had just gotten out of the shower and not bothered to do anything at all to her hair. The area on her shirt in which her hair was, was soaked with water. Her bruise had faded, but it was still noticeable. Dom cringed as he remembered the look on Lance's face when he reached back to punch her. How it was filled with hate, anger, and rage. Dom had never seen someone with that much hatred, except for himself when he had found the guy he believed to be responsible for his dad's death. Dom was interrupted when he heard cabinet doors slam shut.

She had apparently walked into the kitchen. Soon after she called out to Dom asking, "You want some coffee?"

"Yeah," Dom said as he walked over to the dog and sat beside it. The dog looked at him and finally licked his hand.

"Hey. I think he likes me."

Allison emerged from the kitchen holding two cups of coffee and a smile.

"You would be the first," she said handing him the cup and sitting on the other side of the dog.

"Really?" Dom said sipping the drink as he scratched Max behind the ears with his free hand.

Max laid there with his head on his paws. The dog seemed perfectly content with his current situation. His red collar and I.D. tag jingled as Dom rubbed his neck.

"Yeah, he usually doesn't like anyone that comes over. I don't know why. He even barked at Letty when she came to drop off something the other day."

She laughed and reached for the remote. She turned off the TV and laid the remote back down on the coffee table.

"You okay?" he asked as he sat his coffee on the table next to him.

"I don't know," she said then pausing. She looked as if she was contemplating on what to say next. "It's just I keep thinking that it was me that drove him away. Except I can't figure out why. Why would he cheat on me? Is it me? I mean..."

She took as sip trying to prevent her from crying.

He managed to move to where he was standing in front of her as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Hey," he said stopping her and directing her gaze up to him with his knuckles. "It's not your fault. Leon just had to figure out what was wrong with him. Don't take it out on yourself."

She laughed and began to cry yet again. A few tears trickled down the thinning bruise. It almost seemed to bring the color of the bruise back to life. Dom wiped at them lightly. Careful not to disturb or press too hard on the bruise.

She sighed and continued.

"How could I have been so stupid? I mean going to Lance Tran wasn't the smartest thing I could have done at the time. I just..."

Dom interrupted her by kissing her. He knelt down and covered her chin with his hands lightly. He was trying his best not to upset the bruise. It was hard in his present situation. She sat her coffee down slowly and put her arms around his neck. She kissed him harder and he bruised her lips with his own. They stopped when they both were out of breath.

"I'm sorry," Dom said suddenly.

He began to walk away, but Allison grabbed his arm.

"About what?" she asked.

"The kiss. I shouldn't have. I mean, you're emotional and you've been through hell and back in the last twenty-four hours. That was the last thing I should have done. I was taking advantage of you, and it was wrong. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I want this, Dom. Hell, I need it," she said pulling him closer to her.

"No, you don't," Dom replied.

"Yes I do. Now, just shut up and kiss me," she said before closing the distance between them.

Dom hesitated at first, but finally began to kiss her again. His tongue entered her mouth and explored each crevasse and part of her mouth. Gradually his tongue met hers and they danced around each other. The dog growled and moved off of the couch. Dom glanced over at Max as he walked to the back of the house and laughed. As he looked back at Allison he took her hand. She stood up and followed him towards the bedroom that they were in not too long ago. He walked in backwards pulling her along with him. Allison followed with eagerness. He brought her to the bed and laid down pulling her on top of him. Dom moved her hair from behind her ears and it fell down covering both of their heads. He leaned up to kiss her.

"I like to be on bottom," she whispered as she kissed his neck and traveled down. Dom stopped and watched her.

"As you wish," he said laughing and rolling over and landing on top of her. "That better?" he asked.

She smiled and nodded. He bent down and kissed her again. His kisses trailed down her neck. Allison sat there basking in the pleasure of the nonstop parade of kisses. Dom stopped to suck on a muscle that strained from her neck. Gasps and moans escaped as she wrapped her arms once again around his neck, bringing his face closer. Dom moved the strap of her tank top off of her shoulder. He kissed up and down her now bare shoulder.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," he said in between kisses.

She leaned forwards just enough for him to take off her shirt. She was now in her bra. She ran her hands up his chest as he kissed the area above her bra. She moaned and that only seemed to excite him. She slowly began to take off his shirt. A growl rolled playfully from his throat. It was deep and exciting. As it came off her eyes raped his stomach. Her hands explored the rippled abs. She kissed each biceps, each muscle, and each curve of his stomach. She stopped and stared into his eyes, getting lost in the rich brown color.

Allison's hands slowly moved across his back. Her nails pressed into his skin leaving little half moons all across his well toned back. Her hands then slowly lowered to his pants. She fumbled around with his zipper until she finally had them unbuttoned and unzipped. They slid down easily stopping at his knees. Dom assisted by kicking the rest of his pants off. He smiled and slowly kissed his way down her stomach.
I smiled as I felt Dom's warm mouth moved down my bare stomach.

"Dom," I managed to whisper.

"Huh?" he asked not stopping his endless kisses.

"Don't stop touching me," I said bringing his face closer to my stomach.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said still kissing my stomach.

I brought my hips up to meet his lips, but he would only back away and chuckle. He was teasing me and it was driving me crazy. My hands ran over his baldhead. His hands slowly went down my stomach to my shorts. He hooked them with both of his thumbs. He pulled them down gently and I arched my hips to give him easier access. He began to kiss my stomach once again and move towards my pelvis and stopped once he heard my cell phone go off. I grunted and reached for it.

"Fuck," I mumbled in disappointment.

I strained but finally reached it, but in order to do that I had to arch my hips up. Dom took this as an invitation and smiled wryly. I laughed as I saw a smile beginning to form at the corners of his mouth. I didn't know what he was thinking about, but apparently it was naughty. My hair was a mess. I tucked it behind my ears. He began to kiss my stomach again. His hands were placed strategically on the plane of my stomach. His kisses slowly drifted towards my pelvis. He danced around it. I finally grasped the phone and cleared my throat.

I answered it only to cover the speaker part and whisper to Dom, "Stop it!"

He smiled and didn't. I rolled my eyes and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Allison, it's Leon."

"Hey Leon," I said restating his name for Dom's purpose, but trying not to make it seem conspicuous.

Dom looked up at me and rested his chin on the plane of my stomach by his hands.

"Hey, I really need to talk to you. Can you meet me somewhere?" he asked as his voice trembled a little bit.

"Sure, where?"

"There's a pizzeria not far down from The Racer's Edge. Meet me there in half an hour. Okay?"

"Okay, bye."

"Bye...oh and Allison."

"Yeah?" I said preventing myself from ending the call.

"I love you," he said hesitantly. It almost sounded like a question.

Silence. I sighed deeply.

"Are you asking me or telling me, Leon?"

More silence.

"Bye Leon," I said before turning off the phone.

I struggled but finally I sat it on the nightstand. I then looked own at Dom, who was watching my every move.

"You're horrible ya know that?" I asked with a slight hint of laughter in my voice.

He didn't answer.

"What?" I asked smiling down at him.

"You're so beautiful," he said moving up and kissing me on the lips.

He placed his weight on his hands which where by my hips. I rubbed my hands up his shoulders and over to the back of his shoulder blades, pulling him closer. I kissed him back and smiled. He leaned back.

"You're not so bad yourself," I said as I poked him in the stomach.

He sensed the humor and smiled lightly. His eyes were mesmerizing. They were full of caring and compassion.

He lowered his head and kissed my neck. I could feel him smiling.

"Leon wants to meet you?" he mumbled through my neck before lying completely on top of me.

"Yeah, in half an hour," I said after adjusting to the change in weight.

"I'll be here," he said bringing his hands to cup my face.

"You will?" I asked looking into his gorgeous brown eyes.

"Yeah. I will. And I expect you to come back as soon as you get the chance so we can finish this. You got that?" he said stroking my hair, which was starting to curl as it dried.

He took my hand and started to kiss each finger. He gently sucked on the fingertips before he moved on to the next finger. I looked at him and thought about what I had done to deserve him.

"Is that an order?" I asked teasingly taking my hand back from his mouth before he could finish.

"Yes it is," he paused and smirked. He acted like he wanted to think about his next answer.

"An order you will carry out," he said leaning in for one more kiss before he sat up.

I sat up and looked at him. The loss of his body on me made me feel naked. Although me being half naked had something to do with that. He began to put his clothing back on.

"You don't think we are making a mistake, do you?" I said as I sat up on my elbows.

He stopped putting on his pants and looked at me. He gave me a look that said, 'Are you crazy?' I laughed briefly at his expression, but stopped when I noticed the seriousness.

"Never. There is no way that this is a mistake."

"What about Letty?"

He stopped and sat on the bed. His pants were loosely hanging around his waist, threatening to fall down and expose his plaid blue boxers again.

"I think she's cheating on me. I don't know with who, but for once I don't care. I'm actually glad that she is."

"What if she isn't?"

"Then I'll break it off. It's that simply." He sat there.

I gave him a look that said, 'Would you like to go into detail?'

"I didn't really realize that I didn't care until last night when you sat there crying on my lap. I recognized that I cared for you and it hurt so badly that you were hurting and that I couldn't do a thing but just let you cry. And last night I was happy when you asked me to stay. I laid there forever memorizing your face and the way you breathed. Like I said, I really don't give a shit if she's cheating or not, 'cause all I want to do is be with you."

At the end of the speech I was near tears. He scooped me up into his lap. Dom began to run his fingers through my hair as we just sat there. It was strange to find that just hearing him breathe and his heartbeat could calm me down. His finger traced the receding bruise slowly. I jumped at first due to the pain that unlike the bruise was not going away.

"Shh," he said running his hand once more through my hair.

I laid back down in his lap as he traced it with his finger careful not to press down too hard.

"So many colors," he said kissing it. His breath felt good against my skin.

I sighed as the pain ran through my face.

"Sorry," he repeated over and over again.

"It's okay. I don't mind," I replied sitting up slowly and looking him in the face.

"I'm gonna hurt him. I'm gonna make him wish he's never met you. I'll do anything to make sure that he won't touch you again," he said cupping my face with his hands. Dom kissed my forehead in several different places. I sighed. He wanted to hurt Tran because of me.

"Dom...you don't have to do that I..." I said, but was stopped when he kissed me once more.

His lips were bruising mine underneath his. I could feel the passion. His tongue once again explored my mouth. When his kiss drew to a close I sighed and laid my head on his chest. My whole body fit into his lap. He put a hand on my head and began to hum a commercial jingle that had come on when he walked in. I laughed a little and sighed when I realized that I was happy.

"This feels good," I mumbled running my hand over his chest in amazement. It was so well built.

He chuckled and said, "My chest or sitting here with me?"

He purposely misunderstood me. I rolled my eyes and continued rubbing on his stomach.

"Both," I said laughing and sitting up.

I looked him in the eyes and said, "I have to go. Promise you'll be here?"

"Promise you'll come back?" he said challenging my question.

"I guess that's answered," I said patting his chest lightly and standing up off of the bed.

"Don't be gone to long," he said facing me before plopping back on the bed backwards.

I laughed and headed into the bathroom to change into some fresh clothes.