Don't Dwell in the Past
I woke up to an empty bed.
I looked around frantically. Where was he?
"Rob?" No answer. "Rob!" I yelled.
He came running in, looking worried. "What?" he said. "Are you okay?"
I smiled at him. "Yeah," I said, "I'm fine. I just . . . I didn't know where you were. I was worried."
He gave me a warm smile, and he came over to gave me a quick kiss. He then lay down next to me and hugged me. "You don't know how much you mean to me," he murmured. Then he let go of me, saying, "I'll be right back."
I heard clamoring in the kitchen, like he was preparing something. Then he came back in a few minutes later. With a tray of food.
"You spoil me," I said.
He grinned and said, "And you deserve every bit of it."
He came and set the tray next to me on the night stand. Then he sat next to me. He helped me into an upright position so I could eat.
I'm not that helpless!
But the feel of his hands on me drove me crazy. I just wanted to jump his bones right then and there.
He actually attempted to help me eat. But I said, "Rob, I still have another arm."
He laughed. "Fine," he said and lay back on the bed, watching me eat.
Um . . . its kind of awkward to be watched while eating. Like, if I drop something, I'll be totally embarrassed.
I turned around. "Have you eaten?" I asked.
He nodded and said, "Yeah, while you were sleeping."
I could tell he was lying, but I let it drop. I would just have to feed him.
Heehee . . .
I looked at the clock on the stand: 5:49.
Wow, I slept, like, 8 hours. That's quite a lot. I mean, for me it is.
"Rob?" I said, turning around.
"Hmm?" He had his arms behind his head. GOD, he looked so sexy.
"I'm not really hungry," I stated. I put the tray on the stand and climbed over him. "For food." Then I kissed him.
Yeah, I know. Morning breath. Er, well, afternoon breath, I guess.
Rob didn't seem to mind terribly. He kissed me back with just as much passion. His hands slid to my wasted, gripping me into him. My good hand went to his hair, running my fingers through it. Ah, just as I remember it.
He gently rolled us over so he was on top. Typical male.
My shirt had ridden up slightly, so my stomach was in plain view. One of his hands slid to my side and gently rubbed it, while his other hand went under my shirt. Before he reached anything, he began kissing my neck, leaving a trail of white hot kisses.
I moaned.
God. How could I have gone five years without this? Seriously.
I feel like I just died and went to heaven.
Sorry. Excuse me for the lame cliché.
His hand that was previously under my shirt went under again. This time, it got under my bra. I moaned again.
I felt him smile against my skin. Any pleasure that he was causing me was also pleasure to him too, I guess.
Then, all of a sudden, he pulled his hands away, and his head, and looked at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He groaned. "Dammit," he said under his breath. "Jess, we - we can't do this right now."
I looked at him like he was crazy. "What? Wh-why not?"
"I didn't bring any protection," he said solemnly.
See, I know it's not really polite to laugh at someone when they looked so forlorn, but I couldn't help it. "Is that all?" I asked, while sort of giggling.
He looked at me weirdly. "Well, yeah. We kinda can't do this without that," he stated.
"I know," I said. "Open the second drawer." I pointed to the night stand.
"Okay . . ." he said, looking at me weirdly again. He did so and pulled out a box of condoms. Now he gave me an even weirder look. "Jess?"
Now I just had to laugh. "I think my friends have even more ESP than I do," I said.
He raised his perfect eyebrows and said simply, "Oh." Then he laughed too.
He left the box on the night stand and came back on top of me. "You are amazing," he whispered.
I smiled, then pulled his head down and kissed him. Soon enough, our clothes were in a heap on the floor.
And I could feel that hardness on my thigh very much. It actually felt, uh, kind of good.
Rob came back over me after putting the, er, raincoat on. He lifted himself up a little and got a good look at me. "You are amazing," he said again.
"That's what I've heard," I replied.
He smiled. Then he did that thing people do when they have sex. Yeah, you know, that thing.
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"Chocolate syrup?" Rob asked.
We were both in the kitchen. Him with the sheet wrapped around him and me with a robe on. We were making ice cream sundaes. Or, rather, he was making both of them.
"Of course," I replied. He squeezed the chocolate syrup on both of our bowls of ice cream - the only kind of ice cream we had in there was coffee, but it would have to do. Then he added sprinkles and some chocolate chips that he found in the pantry. After he handed me my bowl, I said, "You know, I haven't pigged out like this in ages."
He took a seat next to me. "Really? Why not?" Then he took a bite of his sundae.
I shrugged. "Dunno. Just wanted to keep in shape for work, I guess." Then I took a bite of my sundae.
Mmm. Coffee and chocolate syrup-y goodness.
"To tell you the truth, Jess, I think you could gain a few pounds," he said. He didn't look at me when he said that. See, if he looked me in the eye when he said that, it wouldn't have bothered me. But since he didn't look at me, it ticked me off a little.
"Are you saying I'm too skinny?" I demanded.
Now he looked uncomfortable. "No, I just think that you could use a little extra meat. You know, gain, like, five pounds or so."
I gave him a sarcastic look. "Oh, right. So when I'm three hundred pounds, you'll be saying I need to gain a few extra pounds?"
All right, maybe I should quit while I'm ahead. I just found out that the guy sincerely loves me. I don't want to scare him away.
"No. Nevermind. Forget I said anything," he replied, finishing up his ice cream.
I smirked. "I was just testing you, baby," I said.
Holy mother of Jesus! Did I just call him 'baby'? What is wrong with me?
I think he seemed to notice my terminology, too. I mean, if the way he grinned, pushed his bowl aside, and started making out with me right then and there was any indication.
Erm, but it's, uh, a little difficult making out with someone sitting down in a kitchen chair, let alone with a cast on your leg and a sling on your arm.
I didn't even bother finishing my sundae. Rob was more delicious than any sundae could ever be.
Mmm, Rooob . . . insert Homer Simpson gargle here.
Teehee . . .
Rob pulled me into his lap so his mouth was more accessible to me. I didn't mind much. And now I could feel that familiar hardness again. Only it wasn't on my thing; it was beneath me.
He opened up my robe slightly and stuck his hands inside. Well, stuck sounds so inappropriate. What he was doing I would never call inappropriate. It felt too good. I could feel his hands running across my chest and over my stomach.
Oh, how badly I wanted to do that to him.
Damn injured arm!
Thank God it would be better in a few days. I can't stand this.
"Rob," I gasped. His hands kept going lower and lower. God, it felt so good . . . but if someone happened to walk in . . .
Well, let's just say they would have seen quite a show.
"Mmm," he mumbled. He moved one of his hands to my lower back and arched me into him. Then he began kissing my neck, getting closer to my ear. When he reached my ear, he began sucking on it. Wow. Who knew something so . . . weird could feel so good?
You know, if we continued this anymore, Rob would probably end up doing me right then and there. And again, uh, I didn't want anyone to see anything if they happened to walk in.
Speaking of the big 'S', it . . . well, it kind of hurt. I mean, I hadn't done it in, what, five years? And that last time I did do it, it was my first time.
So, I kind of had to stop him before he got too overworked, which he was nearing pretty quickly. "Rob," I said, a little quieter than I had meant.
He ignored me. And, to my utter surprise, he lifted me onto the kitchen table and lay me down. As much as I wanted to do this, I knew that it should be done in the bedroom and the bedroom only. Unless, of course, no one else had your spare key or lived with you. Then, sure, screw where ever the hell you like.
"Rob," I said in shock.
He looked up at me from where he was, which happened to be on my lower stomach. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned.
I supressed a laugh. "No," I said.
He shrugged and went back to causing me an immense amount of pleasure.
Okay, Jess, one more try. If it doesn't work, then, well, screw it. Figure of speech, people.
"Wilkins," I said.
He looked up again. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, except for the fact that people have a key for my apartment and could come in at any minute," I explained.
He glanced at the front door, then scooped me up and brought me to the bedroom.
And, well, you can guess what happened then.
- § -
Rob and I lay in my bed. My head was on his chest and his arms were wrapped around me protectively. His fingers were creating little circles and squiggles on my back.
Then I heard the apartment door open and close.
I sat up, despite my complete comfort. "Oh, shit," I mumbled. I turned to Rob. "Get some pants on."
He looked at me with humor in his eyes. He just smiled and put his boxers on.
"Jess?" I heard Kara call out. It was only a matter of time before she came in.
Don't look at me that way. She's always been that way. But a good friend, nonetheless.
I got out of bed, almost falling in the process. Rob handed me my robe and I threw it on.
After making sure I was okay, Rob pulled the sweat pants he had on earlier over his boxers. Then we walked out of the bedroom together. Well, he was walking. I was sort of limping, but Rob had his arm around me, so I wouldn't fall.
"Jes—OH!" I heard Kara say. She almost walked right into us. "Well don't you two look lovely," she managed to say.
Rob set me down in a chair. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. "Now, shoo. Go play with your children."
He gave me a weird look (again) before walking off into the living room, where the kids were. We happened to be in the kitchen (again).
Kara pulled me into the nearest bathroom. Now, when I say pulled, I mean pulled. "How was he?" she demanded.
"What?" I asked, shocked.
She gave me a sarcastic look. "How was he? In bed, I mean."
My eyes widened. "That is between me and him."
"Jess, come on . . ." she pleaded. "I gotta know if he's any good."
"Why?" I questioned.
"Um, because we're best friends," she replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "So, how was he?" she asked again.
I decided to give in. I mean, I guess she could know. As long as she wouldn't tell. "Fine," I said. Then, I guess, I got a dreamy look on my face. "Well, I don't really have much experience, but, let me tell you, he was . . . wow."
"Hmm . . ." she said, "thought as much. I mean, by the happy grin you had on your face, it was pretty obvious." Then she laughed. "Those condoms really came through, eh?"
I gave her a sour look. Then I laughed too. "Yeah. They did."
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Disclaimer: All of the characters you recognize belong to Meg Cabot, the ultimate writer of our time. All of the other characters you don't recognize - and the plot - belong to me.