"Take Me Anywhere" by Tegan and Sara
The boys quickly learned that whenever I said I was done for the day, I really wasn't. I spent about thirty minutes on the couch before deciding to drag them to a local thrift store. Firstly, I needed something to create some kind of room around the toilet because there was absolutely no way I'd survive without some sense of privacy. Secondly, I need a mirror.
I found a decently sturdy wooden folding screen. It looked big enough to cut off that area of the room into its own room instead of just an alcove. There were also plenty of mirrors nearby, so I just picked the least gaudy looking one. The boys tried to protest and pay for at least the folding screen but I wouldn't listen to it at all. They certainly didn't have the money but I did. It wasn't entirely true that I had gone to college here to afford to live with Aidan. I had used that as a cover with Aidan. I never felt comfortable enough with him for him to know that I actually had a decent amount of money to my name. When my dad died, he left behind quite a bit of money for my mom and I. She never really said where it came from, but it was enough that I never really had to worry about anything. But I tried not to rely on it very much. I wanted to work for what I had.
The boys insisted on carrying the items back at least. It was nice. Men aren't usually this insistent on trying to be helpful. The more time I spend with Murphy, the more I catch myself imagining what a future life could be like with him. I'd have to be more careful living with them, I realized.
I was able to unpack and put away most of what I brought pretty easily. They didn't seem to own very much. After that was done, I set up my books on the kitchen table to get some studying done. The boys were sitting on the couch, bickering about what to watch. I was so immersed in what I was reading that I didn't even realize Murphy had gotten up to read over my shoulder at one point. It wasn't until he leaned against me that I realized he was there and jumped.
"Sorry, love, didnae mean to scare ye," he chuckled, kissing my temple. I looked up at him and smiled before I kissed him.
"It's okay, I was just surprised." He leaned in and kissed me again, deepening the kiss. As I ran my fingers through his hair, he took the opportunity to pick me up again. It was then that I realized that Connor had left at some point. Murphy easily carried me over to what I assumed was his bed, gently laying me down on it. I felt the familiar pulsing of desire, my hands wandering under his shirt as his did the same. It only took a few minutes before our clothes began to come off.
Just as Murphy managed to strip me down to my underwear, I took control, using his own bodyweight to flip us so that I was suddenly on top. He was pleased by that development as I undid my bra, tossing it to the side. It had been a while since I had been driven solely by desire. I had missed the feeling.
I laid on the bed with Murphy, his arm around me, and my head on his chest. He was casually smoking. It was a comfortable silence. I grabbed his cigarette as he was about to take a drag, taking one myself.
"Thought ye didn't smoke," he questioned. I shrugged.
"I did for a while, then I quit. I don't very much any more. I don't sing as well when I do," I explained, handing him back the cigarette.
"Makes sense." I sat up with a stretch, my back popping as I did so. He rubbed my back.
"Ye alright?"
"Yeah, that's not unusual," I nodded. He sat up, kissing my shoulder, before kissing me, his arm that had been around me wandering to my waist to pull me closer. I pulled away, rubbing my nose on his. "I have to actually work on my paper."
He groaned, burying his face in my hair and inhaling. I smiled and sighed, content. I kissed him when he pulled away, getting off of the bed to put my clothes back on. As I did so, Murphy affectionately swatted my ass. I laughed, swatting him back and feeling like I was in high school again.