. . .And On The Seventh Day

By. Tate Icasa

Part Four: Getting Something Started. . .

(Tate: reads chapter title What do you mean by that? Kitami: sarcastically What do you think? Now shush!)

This should not be this big a deal.

I've been with hundreds of guys.

(Tate: How many times do you have to say that? Kitami: Um, at least once per chapter, I think. Now shut up, Tate!)

I supressed an excited shudder and crawled on top of him.

Why does this seem so different from the other hundreds of times?

I look into his face.

I care about this one.

That's why.

I rest one of my hands on his bare chest. He trembles.

So, he's not quite as unconsious as I thought. He can still feel something.

That might make this easier.

I straddle him, my fingers slowly trailing their way down his chest and towards his hips.