It had been a long couple of days, and an exhausting case. Fatima tossed her bag onto her desk and sighed as she started to pack up. She had originally made plans to go to dinner with Devin, but she desperately wanted to go home and put on sweatpants. She closed her eyes and nearly fell asleep until she felt her boyfriend come up from behind and kiss her neck. She laughed and leaned into him, gratefully accepting his affection.
"I know we were going to go get dinner, but you look sleepy," Rountree murmured.
"Thanks, I guess?" Fatima responded, laughing a little.
"You're cute when you're sleepy," he pointed out. Fatima blushed. She turned to face him, then pulled him against her and kissed him. Rountree was stunned. He loved her more than anything, but they'd only been dating a couple weeks and had only held hands. He kissed her back, and even went so far as to push her against her desk. Fatima lifted herself up and perched on the desk, and Rountree was standing between her legs, cupping her face and kissing her passionately. Fatima whimpered as he got a little rougher, but she loved it. She sat up a little straighter and pushed against him. The small area was filled with moans as Devin pushed her jacket off her shoulders.
"No more off. We're in public," she mumbled. Rountree pulled back and traced her cheek.
"Maybe we should go home then," he purred. His breath tickled Fatima's cheek and she giggled. She lowered herself and grabbed her things, then led him out of the building. Rountree got into the driver's seat, and as soon as they were in silence Fatima's stomach growled. "I guess we have to get you actual food, huh?" Fatima smiled.
"Babe?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah?" Devin asked, reaching over and tracing a pattern on her thigh.
"I think we should wait," she said quietly.
"You sure? Your stomach sounds pretty hungry," he remarked.
"Babe, I'm so not talking about dinner and you know it," Fatima said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Rountree slowed down and pulled into a parking spot.
"Hey. Remember what we agreed on? Say what you mean," he said softly.
"I think we shouldn't do...it...so soon," she said, looking away.
"Baby," he murmured. He gently cupped her face and smiled softly. "Thank you for telling me. I love you," he murmured. "And we can absolutely wait," he added. Fatima smiled. "You want a kiss?" he asked softly. Fatima nodded.
"We can absolutely kiss still," she murmured, kissing his cheek softly. "I love you more" she whispered. Rountree pulled out of the spot and they drove in relative silence to the small burger shop around the corner. Fatima held the bags while Rountree drove to her apartment, and he walked next to her until they reached her door. She went in first and flicked the light on, then kicked her shoes off. Rountree took his off, then set the food on the table in the kitchen. "Can I get comfy?" she asked.
"Of course. I'll have your food ready when you come out, my queen," Devin responded teasingly. Fatima laughed.
"No. Not your queen," she said, almost doubled over laughing. Rountree laughed and went over to her. He began tickling her sides until she was genuinely doubled over, and wiggling around like crazy. Rountree got her on the floor and kissed her lips, then went back to tickling her.
"Surrender, surrender," he said, laughing as he pinned her down. Fatima's mind went blank and she blinked several times, trying to remember how to think. Rountree was pinning her to the floor and straddling her. Her momentary brain freeze was melted when he started tickling her neck. He knew that was where she was the most ticklish, and he often used it against her.
"Okay, okay, stop, I gotta pee," she whined, wiggling under him. Rountree stopped tickling her, but he didn't let her go right away. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly, then got up. Fatima jumped up and laughed, dusting herself off. She went into her bedroom and came back out with a small pile of clothes in her arms. She darted into the bathroom and closed the door quickly. Rountree laughed and dusted himself off, then went back to setting up her dinner. When she came out, Rountree laughed. She was wearing his hoodie over her favorite grey and black leggings and a simple black hijab. She sat down and grinned at Rountree, who was still setting up his own food. They ate a relatively quiet dinner, then moved to the couch for a movie. Fatima's couch was wide enough for them to cuddle next to one another comfortably, which is why they usually stayed at her place instead of his. They watched a couple episodes of a home renovation show before Fatima decided she was bored. She climbed onto his lap so that she was straddling him, then kissed him passionately. Rountree's hands found her hips and he pulled her against him. He ran his tongue along her lips and she opened her mouth a little.
"Is this okay?" he mumbled. Fatima nodded and moaned in response.
"I love you," she mumbled.
"I love you too," he purred.
"We have to stop this," Fatima mumbled after a few minutes of making out with Devin.
"Of course, baby girl, but can I ask why?" he asked softly.
"Because the idea of waiting is getting harder," she said, resting her head on his chest. Devin laughed and kissed her forehead.
"It's getting late, we should probably go to sleep soon," he said softly. Fatima smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Are you staying?" she asked.
"Do you want me to?" he asked, gently tucking a strand of hair into her hijab. Fatima blushed a little.
"Yes," she said softly.
"Good," he murmured. They both got up and walked to her bedroom, then closed the door. Fatima smiled and crawled into her bed, and Rountree joined her.
After about ten minutes, Devin noticed Fatima was still moving around. "What are you doing?" he asked softly.
"Can't get comfy," she whined.
"How come? Will some cuddles help?" he asked.
"No. I usually sleep in my panties. All the extra fabric around my legs is weird," she grumbled.
"Your underwear is an option here. I have no objections," Rountree teased. Fatima knew he was teasing, but she smacked him anyway.
"Hey! That is a declaration of war!" he protested, grabbing a pillow and using it to shield himself. He threw it at Fatima and laughed.
"You started it!" she retorted. She smacked the pillow against him, hard, and he yelped. He pulled her against him and twisted them around until he was on top. When Fatima tried to free herself, she slid right off the bed, but she was still laughing.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked, all traces of their so called "war" gone. Fatima used that opportunity to smack him with the pillow again.
"I win. I'm all good. Seriously, though, I need to figure something out. Sorry, mister, but you're not seeing my panties until you put a ring on this finger," she said.
"So if I propose tomorrow...?" Rountree grinned impishly. Fatima huffed.
"Babe, this is serious. These are genuine boundaries, not jokes," she said calmly.
"Understood. You're right, I'm sorry, baby girl. I never want you to feel unsafe," he murmured, pulling her close.
"It's okay," she whispered, leaning into him. "I think I'm gonna wear my black sweatpants. I used to sleep in them a lot when I lived with my parents," she said softly. She went over to the dresser and grabbed them, then went into the closet.
When she crawled back into bed, Rountree immediately pulled her close.
"My girl," he murmured. Fatima grinned and kissed him good night. "Night, beautiful. Sweet dreams."
"Night, Tree."