Meddling – Patrick 21
I can't believe I'm going to do this. I can't believe that I want to. I've been thinking about it a lot for the past few weeks. I've even talked to my father about it. I'm going to ask Robin to move in with me. I've just been waiting for the right moment. I want it to be a complete surprise.
I hate it the rare nights we spend alone. I hate that just when I get used to seeing something of hers in my bathroom or my closet it's suddenly gone. I want her stuff mingled with mine. I want to be able to see her stuff when she's not here and know she's coming back. I want to smell her body lotion in my bathroom every morning and night.
I want mornings like this all the time.
We're lying naked in bed and she's stretched across my body on her stomach. Her feet are on one side of me and she's reading the news section of the paper on the other. I'm sitting against the pillows reading the sports section. We've made love countless times this morning, well, actually, I did count, it was three, but I am beginning to get hard again. She shifts and sighs on top of me. I know what's she's doing. I smirk and slide the fingers that were stroking her back down to her thigh.
"Patrick."
Her voice is a plea that I feel in my groin. She rolls over still on top of me and stretches her body out for my pleasure. "What? You didn't get enough of me?" I trace a finger around her swollen nipple.
"I think we're going to have to quit our jobs after all and spend all our time in bed," She tells me and arches her back.
I've been telling her this for ages. My heart stops and starts as I realize that this is the lead in that I've been waiting for. "We'd have to conserve our resources though. Buy our food and paper products in bulk and keep only one car, mine since it's way hotter." I bend down and slide my tongue over her breast eliciting a whimper. I love how undignified she gets when I touch her. "We'll get the family plan for the cell phones. Maybe give up the house phones entirely. The real rub will be the cable bills. I need my sports ticket."
"The cable bills?" Her voice is breathy, her words absent. I know she's not really paying attention to my words. I grin. Her eyes are closed so she can't see that my face is giving everything away.
"Two cable bills, costs a fortune. There's really only one solution for that." I nuzzle her neck and trace circles on her taut stomach. Her body trembles. It doesn't know which sensation to react to first.
"What's that?"
"We'll have to move in together." I bite back a laugh as I wait for my suggested to register.
"Great idea, that'll…"
She stops talking and her eyes pop open. The brown is hazy at first, then begins to focus in on my smiling face. I feel her heart racing. "Patrick?" Her breathe is quick and jerky.
"It's really the best solution." I push her off my lap and lie down next to her. She's in too much shock to move. I'm loving this. "Move in with me."
I see her shock turn into amusement. "Are you asking me or telling me, Drake?" She's happy. My heart soars.
"You are such a pain in the ass, Scorpio. I don't know why I want to make sure that I go to sleep with you every night and wake up every day with you." I shake my head in mock frustration. "Why I want to give up my precious closet space and allow feminine stuff into my very macho pad. I must be crazy."
"Yeah, crazy in love."
Well, I can't argue with that. "Ah, that must be why I'm extending an invitation to invade my precious space." I look down at her expectantly.
She narrows her eyes at me. "I guess I can do that. To save on the cable bills and all." She puts her hand on my hip. "I must be crazy too since I want to wake up with this body every morning and argue about what we're having for dinner every night." In a flash her hand leaves my hip to push on my chest. I fall onto my back and she crawls on top of me. Now, this is a good day. "But a water bed? Could you get more cheesy bachelor? We're going to use my bed."
"A girlie antique bed in here? It's not even king-sized. We'll buy a new bed." It suddenly occurs to me that she might want to redecorate. Should I panic?
"There's plenty of things to discuss. How about we do that later?" She leans down and whispers, chasing all thoughts of redecorating off for the moment.
"You know, it's suggestions like that make me wild for you." I grasp her hips and flips us over so that I'm on top. The paper crinkles beneath our combined weight. Ah, the lovely sounds of a lazy Sunday.
"I love you, Patrick." I feel her words as well as hear them as I lean in for a kiss. We make love tenderly. The paper ends up on the floor as our limbs tangle.
She's still pulsing around me when I lean down and tell her, "This long haul stuff, it's pretty cool."