They were up all night. Danny made them post-date drinks at his place and they sat on the floor of his living room and just talked for hours.
They took turns asking questions and sharing information about their families, childhoods, future plans and their biggest dreams. Danny learned of Lacey's younger sister, Clara, and lots about her strict, over-protective parents. Lacey learned more about Karen's mental health and what Vikram's arrest and probation had meant to Danny and his family when he was still such a young kid.
They finally went over their schedules and committed time slots for each other. They didn't solidify plans for those times, they just wanted to make sure they were keeping their relationship an official priority in their lives.
Danny openly talked about his past partners and confirmed more stories from his kinky chronicles. They agreed that they didn't want an open relationship, but did not rule out isolated sexual encounters together in the future after Lacey had admitted she wouldn't be opposed to a threesome at some point.
In the early morning hours, when they were just beyond buzzed, Lacey's emotions had maxed out. She shut down and initiated a kiss that Danny accepted, opting to progress into a thorough body massage and tucking Lacey into his bed instead of going straight to fucking their brains out as they would have before.
Best date ever, they both agreed before passing out.
They slept in, something neither of them really had the chance to do since school started. Just after noon, they both awoke and made love, passionate and selfless. Physically confirming that their night of deep conversation was something profound for both of them. A step.
After their second round, Lacey fell forward and snuggled on top of Danny's perfect body. They held each other's gaze for a while, staring like stupid idiots while Danny ran his fingers all over Lacey's bare skin. His mind wandered.
"I have another question."
"Is it about round three because I was thinking maybe in the shower would be fun—"
Danny accepted her kiss, slow and searching as she pinned Danny's hands somewhere above his head.
"I'm game for whatever, but that wasn't the question."
Lacey kissed down Danny's neck, bit his clavicle and paid her respects to his nipples before running her tongue down toward his belly button.
"Hey—" He wanted her to focus on him.
Lacey's huge brown eyes looked up at him as she planted a wet kiss just above his junk.
"Ask away."
Lacey wanted to keep playing. She took Danny into her mouth and got to work fluffing him up while he tried to remember the burning question he had.
"That's not fair." Danny groaned, god he loved blow jobs.
Lacey smiled and kissed his now swollen tip, "K, I'll stop."
Danny licked his lips and let his eyes silently plead with her to keep going. She did.
"I just wanted to talk about the whole birth control thing again I guess. What are you taking exactly?"
Lacey kept blowing him, sucking him deeper and faster until Danny's hips got involved. A few more sucks and that was it, he was back in the game.
He pulled Lacey up and slammed her on her back amidst some heavy giggling. Danny sat back on his heels, Lacey laying like a goddess with her knees bent open for him.
"C'mon, Danny—"
Danny flashed his dazzling smile and rubbed his tip at Lacey's entrance. He made no move to enter her, just sat there stroking himself.
"You didn't answer my question."
Lacey's hand crept down and began to take care of herself while she contemplated Danny's question.
"I told you I don't want kids. God, Danny please—"
Danny pushed in and pumped her slowly, still kneeling up and away from her. Lacey reached for his arms wanting him to bend forward and make her dreams come true the way she knew he could.
He did. Danny slid his hands under her armpits, tucked his forearms behind her shoulders and held her close as he got to work. He kissed her repeatedly, toggling between sweet sucks to her mouth and gentle bites to her ears.
"I'm fine with no kids, I'm just asking what you're taking—" He panted in her face, feeling Lacey's hand creep back in between them.
"Fuck me, Danny, yess—just like that."
"Like that?"
"Please—"
"I've got you." Danny slapped them together deliciously, "Gonna give me an answer?"
"I have an implant in my arm. It lasts for four years, I'm on year one."
Danny felt a sense of relief, not that he didn't believe she was covered, but that there were no pills to forget taking, no shots missed. As long as they were safe with any other partners, they had free reign of each other.
Danny felt Lacey come undone beneath him and he took over to get himself there. He pulled Lacey's hand away and ground into her, his force causing just enough pressure for her to get there again in a fluid second wave.
"Oh my gawd—" Lacey groaned, "I can't believe you—"
Danny nuzzled his face into her neck as he came. He almost whimpered this time, his sounds of satisfaction making her feel like she also just blew his mind. He smiled down at her with satiated eyes.
"So like, right now, this implant is fighting off all of the come I just pounded into you?" He asked dead serious.
"That's right."
Lacey thought that the shit that poured out of Danny's mouth before, during and directly after sex was so fucking hot.
Lacey pressed her hips up, close enough to another aftershock that she wasn't about to let it pass. Danny rocked a little to help her out, his own fluid sloshing all around him. What a glorious mess.
Danny pecked at her chin as her mouth hung open with no sound coming from where sound should be. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
"Feel good?" He whispered before peppering her face with very slow, loving kisses.
She nodded gently, "I love you, Danny."
"I know." He kissed her again, never getting enough of her.
They had just gotten snuggled back in beside each other to rest when Lacey's phone sprang to life from Danny's chest of drawers near the foot of his bed.
"Damn it, not it." Lacey whined playfully, unsure if she could even walk, really.
Danny rolled away and snatched the phone in time to answer it for her without even checking who it was. Lacey found this weirdly sweet.
"Lacey's phone?" Danny's velvet-like voice filtered through the room.
"Oh hello, yes, this is Danny actually, how are you? Of course, let me just see if she's available, one moment."
Danny muted her phone, "It's your art professor—"
Lacey sat up like a bolt of lightning had struck her and reached out her hands like a crab to grab her phone from Danny.
"Hello, this is Lacey. Really? What time?" Lacey's eyes darted over to Danny's bedside clock, "Okay, yes I can. No problem, I'll see you then." Lacey hung up and tossed her phone, falling backward on the bed, "Shit."
"What's up?"
"The guy who owns the art gallery is coming to see my collection in an hour. She asked me to come into the studio to meet with him."
"That's amazing!"
"Oh my god, I've gotta get back to my place and get ready, can you come with me?!"
"If you would feel more comfortable with me there, I'd love to come."
"Oh my god, Danny, what if he buys them all?!"
Lacey was psyched. She searched for the pieces of her outfit they had thrown all over the place and hobbled her leaky, naked body into Danny's shower to clean up.
Danny ran downstairs and made Lacey a quick breakfast sandwich and filled one of his travel mugs with fresh coffee. He just wanted to enhance her life and make it better. He knew she'd do the same for him.
"Jesus, Danny, you're amazing!" She grabbed the breakfast and the coffee and ran out the door.
"I'll meet you over there!" Danny yelled after her.
Lacey quickly gobbled down Danny's thoughtful breakfast and then spent a good portion of time working her hair back into a sleek chignon, something Danny hadn't seen yet and a style she felt was her most professional look. She wasn't going for an office job here, this was art.
Lacey pulled out a vibrantly colored stained glass print peplum top and her black satin cigarette pants. The look was very Art Deco and something she always imagined wearing for an art deal. She slipped on some simple black heels, grabbed her portfolio and headed out.
Danny was already waiting for her, having chosen blue suit pants and a classic cream button down top, tucked in and sleeves rolled up. He was wearing all of his signature rings and necklaces too. Danny always made the simplest looks seem so refined and clean. She was proud to have him by her side.
"Holy cow. You take my breath away every time I see you—" Danny smiled as Lacey walked up to him.
"Thank you for coming with me, Danny. I'm so nervous!"
Danny held the door to the studio open for his stunning girlfriend, both of them walking side by side toward the classroom where her paintings were. Danny opened that door too and Lacey entered first, spotting her professor hunched over a man who was squatting down for a closer look at her collection.
"Lacey, welcome! Thank you for coming down. I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine."
Lacey's professor extended her hand to help as the man pivoted up out of his squat and turned to face her. It was the man she dirty danced with at the hookah lounge.
"Lacey this is Jack Taylor, Jack Taylor this is Lacey Porter."
The shock was apparent to everyone, both of them stalling as their minds caught up with where they knew each other from. They had just basically ground their genitals together on the dance floor the night before. Awesome.