Mako's Message: Well...eight days is better than twenty-one, right? Still not proud of it, but here we go with another chapter that's full of all the fucked up, awkwardly adorable, sexiness all of you love(or love to hate)! Honestly though, I feel like I pulled some punches with this one, but only the way that you can kill someone gently. You still killed them.
And...ya know what? Rage at me if you want to. I know where this is going and if you don't have faith in me by now I don't think there's anything I can say to change that.
So, enjoy the chapter and let me know what you thought of it.
Unlike other nights we've crashed at the safehouse, I didn't sleep with Dave last night.
Heh. Not to imply it wasn't just sleep(with maybe a bit of cuddling). Unfortunately.
But no. I did not sleep with Dave last night.
I got something better.
When I woke up and wandered out of the bedroom, Dave wasn't on the couch anymore. The place also felt kinda muggy, but I didn't hear the shower running. So I went into the bathroom and I found Dave laying back in a steamy bath.
I said, "Hey." and he jerked up and covered his goodies(not like I could see them anyway).
He said, "Hey. How're you feeling."
And I shrugged and said, "Sore. Soaking in a hot bath sounds pretty good actually," then after a pause added, "Mind if I join you?"
He said, "Yes," without any hesitation which really wasn't a surprise, "I'm kind of naked in here you know."
I couldn't help grinning. Then I said, "So put on some boxers. It'll be like a hot tub without the bubbles." ...actually, that's exactly what it was. A hot tub.
Whatever.
So before he could object any more I ran over to his bag, grabbed a pair of his boxers and threw them them at him and told him to put them on while I went to grab a bra and took off my t-shirt.
When I came back, Dave had put the boxers on and was adding more hot water to the tub.
I came up behind him and told him to get in, but he said, "No, that's okay, I think I've soaked long enough."
So I shoved him a little and said, "Just get in the tub you big pussy. I know you weren't ready to get out." I really don't know what his problem was. We were as covered as we would be at a pool, and it's not like I haven't slept in his arms, or sat on his lap tons of times.
I think he realized that if he kept trying to argue this he was just going to look like a pussy because he sighed and got back in. I climbed in after him and settled down between his legs and leaned back into his chest and I think I might have moaned a little because god DAMN did that water feel good. I had just wanted to get some close and personal time with Dave but once that heat started seeping into my muscles I just stopped caring about anything else
I stretched out and arched my back a bit and it almost felt like I was floating, but I was still mostly under the water. My head and shoulders were resting low on his chest, and his legs were against my hips and thighs, but otherwise we were barely touching. I turned my head a little to look up at him and said, "Isn't this nice?"
He didn't look at me, but after a bit he said, "Yeah. It kinda is."
I got a little more comfortable and I said, "Told you."
Then Dave said, "Your hair tickles."
I was tempted to make a joke about his cock poking me, but I didn't. I mean, I didn't want to give him any reason to jump out, ya know? Besides, I couldn't really feel it anyway.
And so we just sat there and soaked, and it was awesome. I could feel everything loosening up, and the bruises hurt less and less. We barely moved, not even getting up to drain out cool water so we could add more hot steamy water(we used our feet).
After awhile, Dave drifted off and his arms fell down and rested on my stomach. I was starting to drift off too, but that woke me up and I got all sorts of...ugh...butterflies in my stomach.
There have been plenty of times where I considered copping a feel on Dave, but I was always too chicken. I was worried that if he caught me with my hands on his junk he wouldn't cuddle with me anymore and he'd never sleep in the same bed as me again.
But this offered me a completely different opportunity.
I started inching back into Dave, trying to move up a bit so his hands would be resting on my crotch instead of my stomach. I got close, but his hands wouldn't slide down passed my waist cause when I moved up, his arms curled as much as the slid down, meaning if I wanted his hands between my legs I was going to have to put them there myself and then I could just lay there and enjoy the sensation while I pretended to be asleep too.
But when I tried to move his hands, he suddenly clenched his arms around me, holding me to him like a teddy bear with his arms around my stomach. His breathing didn't even change so I knew he hadn't woken up.
And now I could feel his dick against my back.
Everything in my body froze up and rerouted all sensory receptors to my back. I couldn't even think. All I knew was that his cock was pressing into my back.
I don't know how long it lasted, but eventually I couldn't feel it anymore, and then Dave was nudging me. When I finally responded he picked up one of my hands and showed me his and my fingertips and said, "We are beyond pruney Girl, we need to get out or days from now people will come in here and find two giant pink, sogggy, raisins."
I was shocked at first, but I pulled myself together to hear that last bit and I laughed, "You know, it'd be more like human soup right?"
Dave froze in his efforts to get me to stand up and said, "Yeah, thanks for that mental image. I prefer the raisins. It's less vomit inducing."
I laughed again and climbed out and grabbed a towel after noticing my underwear was pretty much transparent now. Not that I wouldn't love him to see me like that, cause I totally would, I just remembered the last time I called his attention to my boobs and didn't want a repeat performance.
Maybe when I have a bit more of a figure I'll try again.
So Dave grabbed his towel and covered up too then left to get dressed.
I waited a bit to get dressed. I took my underwear off though, since now that I was out of the water it wasn't very comfortable, and walking around Dave like that was almost as much fun as sitting in the tub with him.
The man has an iron will though. I don't think he even looked.
Oh who the hell am I kidding. I was so covered in cuts and bruises I don't think even a pedophile could have looked at me gotten turned on.
When I checked my phone I had a ton of messages from Marcus:
"You wouldn't happen to know why the whole force is going on alert, would you?"
"WHAT TEH HELL DIDYOU DO!?"
"Your going to be under house arest for the rest of your life!"
"Where are you?"
"Mindy what happened?"
"Answer me."
"Please?"
"Is Dave with you? He's not answering either."
"Okay, I know no news is supposed to be good news but where the hell are you? Are you okay?"
"Okay, I'm really worried now. Even when you're out all night you text me in the mornings."
"I swear to god, do not make me send out search parties."
So I sent back, "I'm fine. Dave's fine. We'll be back by tonight, we're just recuperating. Call off the hounds."
I got back, "You're going to give me a damned heart attack."
After I finished talking to Marcus Dave asked, "So, are you going to get dressed or are you planning to spend all day here?"
That's when I decided that walking around in just a towel had lost it's appeal.
So I got dressed, and I looked at myself in the mirror, and I said to Dave, "We look fucked up."
And Dave said, "Well, that would be because yesterday we just so happened to get fucked up."
As I started digging out my Emergency Injury Concealing Make-up Case I muttered, "I'd rather have gotten plain old fucked."
I didn't mean for Dave to hear that, I really didn't, but he did, and he choked on his gatorade and then started laughing, and said, "I'll have to agree with you on that one."
He's never made a joke like that around me before. I guess that's a good thing, but I'm not really sure...
So then I sat him down and did my best to try and cover up the damage to his face. I'm still not as good as Angela or Jessi, but it would work. But if anyone actually looked at him they'd be able to see through it. I can't do anything about swelling after all.
Hopefully Marcus wont mind writing me some notes for school.
Dave's just kinda screwed though. I'm sure he'll think of something though. He's been pretty good about it so far.
Marcus is going to flip his shit all over again when he sees me though. God I can't wait until I don't have to go to school anymore. Then I can just stay in bed all day after a day like yesterday. And hopefully by then Dave will be in that bed with me.
