Today was Mikey's funeral she thought as she shut off the water. She didn't know how to comfort him, never having anyone close enough to her that would need comforting just herself. Always herself. All alone.

She dried herself off and made her way out to the kitchen, since they had awaken this morning he was different, he would pick random things up and just stare at them and then put them back down again, moving onto the next object. She could try and distract him but with what? Sex? No that wasn't the answer. She walked up beside him, now he was examine the fine print on a candle she had yet to take the packaging off.

"Shower's free" he placed the candle down and moved towards the bathroom. Not saying a word, not even as he shut the door, this time he didn't ask if she wanted to join him like he usually did.

She had finished drying/dressing and was now standing in her kitchen her back against her counter cradling a cup of coffee that he must of made when he emerged from the bathroom, his hair still wet wearing nothing but a towel. It was getting long, she wasn't sure if she liked it short or long, with it long she could run her fingers through it but with short she couldn't hurt him, she had a tendency to pull his hair when he did something she liked and her hands just happened to be there. With it short she didn't have to push it away from his face either but she liked doing that, he liked her doing that, he'd told her more than once.

He didn't like it when she came to his mother's last night, saying to stay away he didn't want her near anything of his, not yet. I knew what that meant he still blamed her and that hurt. This wasn't about her, it was about him.

He'd snuck out while his mother slept and came to her needing someone to vent on, to get out all the frustrations that he would never tell his mother. He actually told her that he threwher Sacojo in the garbage, She never liked it anyways and from a past experience it would never come out of the pot. As she was growing up her mother would constantly make it, so many people from her street dying. She would always have to scrub for hours and yet still nothing.

He had to get back to his Ma's be there before she woke up, like nothing ever happened. Like last night never happened.

He came directly toher and stopped it looked like he had been crying again but she wasn't sure. He didn't meet her eyes so that was an indication, he just stood there, looking at the floor, she put her cup down in the sink, it had grown cold long ago. He just went at her, never looking at her face, she welcomed his kiss, swearing that she would get him to talk later.

His hands began roaming under her shirt, up her backside and around to her stomach and then finally seeking what they were after, he began ever so slowly stroking the nipples through the bra, she tried so hard to hold back a moan but couldn't.

Two could play at this game, her hands went lower on his skin until she reached the top of the towel and she felt her way along until she felt the knot, and untied it, the towel falling to the floor. He step closer, taking her shirt off along with the process. His thumbs replaced his mouth as he sucked through the fabric. She didn't know what she liked more, through the fabric or his mouth, his tongue. She didn't have to wait long to figure out which one, his tongue against bare flesh. Her hands in his hair loving the feel of it. Loving the man who was giving her this pleasure.

His mouth came back up to her lips, him picking her up and setting her on the counter, behind her. He tore his mouth away from hers.

" Not fair" his said his cheeks flushed and his breathing rugged.

"What's not fair?" her hair tousled and her lips swollen

Was he really going to tell her, talk to her?

" I'm naked and your not" so much for talking

"I'm sure we can take care of that problem" she went to jump off but he stopped her, he reached between them to her jeans and undid the button, his fingers dipping inside the jeans teasing her as he pulled one leg off at a time. He pulled her panties off too, he bent down to taste her. Her legs spreading for him, her hands in his hair. He was killing her.

She wasn't far from going over the edge when he stopped. And picked her up again sliding into her. How could something feel so right? Her nails dig into his back as he slide in and almost out then back in again. He sat them down on a chair in her living room, her knowing what to do know as she slowly began rocking back and forth, his head tilting back against chair, he liked this. She got off of him. His head shot back up and his mouth opened to say something when her mouth on his maleness stopped him, she licked his shaft up and down, up and down, finally licking thetip and then taking him completely in her mouth

He bit his lip trying so hard not to come in her mouth. She must of felt he was about to come cause she came back up and allowed him to enter her inch by painfully slow inch. She rocked faster her own climax coming near. His mouth seeked hers ask he came her shortly after.

They both laid there for a while her head resting in the crock of his neck, her arm draped across his torso, his hand around her back to her waist. Still intertwined with one another. Neither spoke both basking in the silence. His hand began stoking her hair at her temple while the other started rubbing her peak until it became erect then moving onto the other one. Her breathing shallowed, her tongue darting out to taste his skin.

Her hand began to play with his nipple and his breath caught. He was becoming hard again she could feel him inside of her. Both giving into what was happening again.