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Oliver

Frowning, his mouth a straight line, he stood beside her on the porch and watched Riley and Anna wave, get in their car, and drive away, while his heart contracted.

He braced, noting, that even if she stood beside him, she made sure not to touch him, and her anger radiated plainly off her body in waves.

This didn't bode well for him.

And he knew it.

Time slowed.

No time crawled as he dreaded facing Felicity's anger.

The car's tail lights disappeared from sight, and Felicity stiffened, stood straight and tall and snapped, "Well, wasn't that awkward. Good fracking job, Oliver."

"Felicity. Can we not do this."

"Can we not do this? Jesus, I don't think I've ever seen you be more passive aggressive or more of a jerk."

"Don't go there."

"Oh, not only am I'm going there but I want you to know that I hope you're proud."

"Proud?" Now, she confused him.

"Yeah, proud since you not only managed to ruin not just my dinner party, but I'm sure you caused Anna's headache. Her way to end the terrible evening early and escape uninviting you."

Her face white, he heaped the self-blame on.

The what ifs drowned him. Starting with what if she got tired of his damaged self? Pressing his lips together, he straightened his spine and refused to rise to the bait even though he knew he was guilty.

Turning her head away, she looked at the beach before crossing her arms in front of her chest, clearly hugging herself. "Honestly, and you're answering me with silence?" She paused, then added. "Could you be more passive aggressive?"

"Please, I'm not being passive aggressive."

"You are."

She found his eyes and he broke the contact and looked down.

The urge to punch something hard filled him. He needed it right now and that made his words sharp and crisp. "What do you want me to say? Do you want me to say I'm sorry?" He looked into her eyes his words harsh. "Then, don't hold your breath."

And his chest hurt as her face fell and he added, "I didn't feel up to entertaining the Clarks. And I'm not sorry about that. But what do you want? Do you want me to tell you that I don't like them? Do you want me to tell you I'm sorry?"

"Oh, stop lying. We both know you're aren't sorry at all." She uncrossed her arms and glared at him, talking with her hands. "Not only are you not sorry, you're glad they're gone."

He couldn't look into her eyes. "You're blowing this out of portion. It wasn't that bad. They came, they ate and they left."

"Not cute, not cute at all and this evening was nothing short of a train wreck."

"Look, I tried."

He watched the surf roll in.

"You did not TRY." She waved her hand. "You sat there in your own head and acted like you weren't even in the room with us. And no matter how hard I tried to pull you into the conversation, you zoned out and refused to join the discussion for most of the evening."

"I joined in the discussion about the chick flick you and Anna talked about. I even agreed with Riley."

Thunder crossed her face and she spat, "I'll give you that but other than that you zoned out."

Had he?

Had he zoned out?

He'd knew he'd been quiet and mainly kept his own council no wanting to encourage the Clark's company but he'd been there.

He was sure of it.

Unable to stop, his eyes scanned the beach, scouring the road, sweeping the area for danger that wasn't there, while avoiding talking.

Yet, he knew Felicity wouldn't be put off this easy.

"Just like you're doing right now. You're ignoring me. Earth to Oliver. I know you're in there."

Unexpectedly, she reached out to touch his chest, and his hand caught hers, stopping her before she touched him.

"Sorry." He eased up on his grip on her hand, rubbing his thumb over the spot he'd just squeezed then released her hand with the words, "Habit. Feel free to put your hands on me all you want. And I swear, I was here. I was engaged. And I didn't once flash."

And he shot her a quick smile, feeling like he teetered on the edge of a mountain again and waited to fall off.

He hated fighting with her and she wanted to fight. He'd earned this by making her angry with him. A sharp pain stabbed his head but powering through, he turned up his smile's wattage.

"I think I've mentioned that smile of yours doesn't impress me much, especially right now."

Yet, a slight smile lit her face as she stepped toward him and surprised him by reaching and giving him a hug, pressing her face into his chest, surrounding him with her vanilla scent.

He enfolded her in his arms and inhaled her pure Felicity scent and his heart quickened. Gruffly, he ask, "Now who's the liar?"

"I'll not grace that with a response." She sighed before she added softly and sweetly, "I like them. I want to be friends with them. I need your help here. I need you to try to like them. Come on for me?"

"I understand you need friends."

Placing her tiny hot hands on his chest, she pushed her body away from him.

He caught her, halting her. His hands moved to her hips, keeping her close to him, stepping into her body.

Just as she hissed the words, "Finish your sentence. But you don't and you have a problem with Riley?"

"I didn't say that."

She pulled her face out of his chest, with the words, "You didn't have to. As usual you're a terrible liar. But Riley's married to Anna, which means they're a package deal, and I like Anna."

"I'm not asking you to give up Anna."

"That's good since you don't get to choose my friends. Let's get that out there right now. Just because we're a couple, you don't get to choose my friends."

"Understood, and I wasn't trying to choose your friends."

His headache nagged right behind his left eye and he needed to rub it but didn't. He needed to shut this discussion down and probably needed to take his damn pills.

"Well, you'd better not. But back to you and Riley."

He groaned and released her forced by the pain to rub his temple as she blurted out, "Just what is freaking you out about Riley? Is it his legs being gone? And is your head hurting?"

"A little and no, it's not his legs. In fact, I'm inspired by him. I understand he's worked hard to be where he is. I can handle the fact Riley's legs are gone. I've seen worse than that."

Her voice went soft. "Then is it the fact he's a Dr. and he specializes in PTSD?"

"Could you give me a break and not say those letters?" He shut his eyes for an instant as his head hurt.

"Okay. Then what was the problem tonight? I've never seen you that quiet. Were you worried he'd note your . . . your problem? Is that why you didn't talk tonight? Is that why you shut everyone, including me, out tonight?"

Stepping back, his stomach plummeted. "I was just in my head tonight and that's the way it was."

"The way it was? Well, let me tell you. I don't like the way it was."

"What do you want from me?" His voice sounded strained even to himself as he bit the words out, "I lived alone a long time. Even later around people I still lived alone. I got used to it."

"You haven't been alone for years now."

He exhaled sharply as he added, "I still got used to being in my own head. So that's what I do when I'm trying to figure things out. I go into my head. I live in my head. If you'd think about it, you know that about me. So stop acting like tonight is a big surprise and just let this go."

She snapped, "Not a chance, and I haven't seen you that much up in your head in a long time, not since the early years. So, I'm tired of you blowing me off and making excuses about spending time with the Clarks."

"I'm not."

Okay maybe he had but he'd keep that fact to himself.

She rolled her eyes at him. "I know your team's good, that you're making progress with them."

"How would you know? When's the last time you came to practice?"

"Do I have to remind you that you have a Facebook page filled with video?"

His chest constricted and he was finding it hard to breathe.

"Yeah, I guess I do. Later, I'll show you your page. But right now, I'm well aware you're upset Josh's aunt is getting off scott free but that doesn't mean one of us won't still figure out how to take her down. I have total faith she'll slip up, and between the two of us, we'll nail her to the wall for what she did to those kids. You know I haven't stopped looking for a way to do that."

"I'm know that and I'm proud of you as usual. And I honestly believe if she messes up you'll be there to take her down but my team's not as good as you think."

"They're not horrible. I've seen footage. They're moving the ball around now so stop borrowing trouble."

"I'm not. I just know I haven't had enough time to train them. I still haven't figured out how to make the game fun for them, and we're going to lose big time when we start competing against other teams next week."

"It cann't be that bad."

"Right, you say that after we get slaughtered in front of the entire town. While everyone records my team crashing and burning in very near future."

"Would you stop freaking over something you can't control. I mean you can control the fun part, but as usual you need to stop thinking you need to control everything. So what if your team loses?"

"People don't like to lose and you know it."

"What I know is they've only been playing soccer a little while. You need to realize that you're teaching them a new sport, how to be a team member and to be a part of a team. All good things and life's not just about winning. People don't win all the time. And from the people I've talked to, this town will get behind your team win or lose."

"You say that but we'll see how they react when we get our butts brutally kicked, which is going to seriously happen since I still don't have a goalie. Not to mention, Josh could still go to jail or end up in foster care. Jordan could still lose his legs. And."

She cut him off, "And Riley seriously freaks you out."

"I didn't say that."

"You don't have to. It couldn't be more clear if you were hold a blinking neon sign."

Her eyes found his before she added, "And if you'd spend some real time with him, if you'd give him half a chance, you might like him. Go to a session with him. Give him, us a chance to get better."

He groaned.

Talking with her hands again, she pushed his buttons. "You'd like him. He's a lot like you. He pushes himself. He's driven. Intense. He runs to stay in shape. He's competitive. Plays tennis. Why don't you invite him to run with you? You two could be friends."

"I don't think that's going to happen."

Ever, he thought.

So what if Riley sounded like someone he would like. The man put him on edge just breathing.

"What are you afraid he'll outrun you? Anna says he's fast and he runs on blades."

"Let it go."

"I can't." She clasped his hand and squeezed.

He looked her up and down, keeping his quiet, as she snapped, "Yes, you can and that's not happening. But what is happening is you're going to figure out how to get along with him, and the next time they come to dinner you're going to act like you're glad they're here. There'll be no repeats of tonight."

Red, he saw total red and he pulled his hand from hers and talked with his hands as he spat the words, "You asked them to dinner, not me. I haven't been quiet about the fact I don't like Riley Clark." He pointed his finger. "You knew I didn't want them to come. But did that stop you?"

He shook his head as he pressed on. "But you still pushed until you got what you wanted. What did you expect me to welcome them with open arms? You knew how I felt so I'd stop pushing me if I were you since I didn't want them at my table."

Crossing his arms in front of his broad chest, he frowned down at her.

So his Felicity.

He grinned as she didn't back down.

No, instead, she pushed as he stood there, as she stepped straight into his personal space and spat words at him.

God, she was beautiful angry. She reminded him of an angry drenched cat, as she hissed, "Well, I didn't expect you act petty and ignore them. I mean I know you know how to fake like you like someone but you were terrible tonight. Frack you were being fracking petty. I hate that about you."

"And I hate arguing with you but that doesn't slow you down does it?"

He stepped closer, chesting her.

Her eyes widen for an instant, but they narrowed as she pushed against his solid chest. "Tough, you act a fool, you bear the consequences and news flash, you're royally pissing me off. And you need to step back."

Not moving, not giving an inch, his voice sharp. "Then that would be two of us so why don't we agree to disagree and end this stupidity. Let me repeat I DID NOT INVITE THEM NOW this discussion's over!"

His heart pounded like he'd been running, and he didn't how much longer he could continue to stand here arguing with her.

He needed to escape this.

His hands fisted as his heart pumped wildly.

The color drained out of her face then she spat the words, "What did I forget to ask the billionaire's permission? Did I forget my place by inviting guests for dinner at my own house?"

Clearly, he'd hurt her and his stomach plummeted as her face fell before she managed to school her features.

Instantly, his heart contracted.

"Felicity, I didn't mean . . ."

She took a step back and he couldn't help but step toward her.

"Yes, you did."

He started to lie but thought better of it. Wrapping his hand around the back of his neck, he caught her beautiful pained eyes. "I'm sorry. You're right. I'm a jerk. I misspoke and I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'd never want you to think that this wasn't your house, your place. That we aren't equals. And I didn't mean to make you think you couldn't invite people to your home. I just . . ."

"What, spit it out."

Again she stepped into his space, slowly this time, as he stepped into hers, biting out the words, "I don't like Riley Clark. I don't even want to be in the same room with him, let along want to be friends with him or have dinner with him and his wife. Happy now?"

She stepped back and crossed her arms in front of her chest her voice strained, "No, I'm not and that's your PTSD talking. Oh, sorry, I said those letters but tough. Deal with it!"

"I'm trying."

"NO, YOU'RE NOT! And I get that you don't like Riley but we need friends. I need friends, and WE need to start somewhere. You're only against Riley because you don't want to face the."

He cut her off, his heart pounding in his ears. "I'm not stopping you from being friends with them. Your friends are your decision. They're just not for me. How about we live and let live?"

"I don't think so since what you mean," she made air quotes with her fingers, "is that I can be friends with them, not you. Never you. I can't believe that you, the man who singlehandedly beat up a room full of grown men can't deal with his own PT."

He cut her off. "I've ask you repeatedly not to say those letters."

"Deal with it."

She glared up at him as he shut his eyes for an instant and exhaled out his nose, before saying, "You've had your say now. I heard you so this discussion is over right now."

His heart raced, the sound pounding in his ears.

But she didn't back down.

"No, we're doing this and now. You were rude tonight. Not almost rude but RUDE. And you disappointed me tonight."

He looked at his feet and bit his lip as she pulled the guilt card.

"First you were supposed to cook for them and you conveniently forgot, so we ordered takeout pizza. That sucked since I'd bragged about your cooking."

"Maybe you shouldn't have."

"Well, I did."

He had the good grace to flinch as she added, "I could have forgiven you that, overlooked your stupid stuff but I'm not going to. Frack no, we're going to figure this crazy crap out that you've got going through your head right now. We're going to sort your irrational brain out, and I mean right the frack now. Talk to me."

He swallowed hard. "Okay, the last couple of days have been rough on me. The Clark's acted like they understood that. Why can't you?"

"Oh, I understand we've both been busy. But that doesn't excuse you because we both know you that's not what's going on here."

As normal, she told him the hard truth and his eyes swept the water, watching the waves lap against the shore as his hand twitched.

"And it we did awesome finding your lost boys in that old cannery."

"We were almost too late. Josh and Jordan would have been dead by now if you hadn't figured it out. When I think I turned my phone off." He shook his head.

"Shh, you're not perfect, no one is, and you got them out in time. That's what's important that you saved them."

"We saved them. You and me. Jordan could still lose his legs."

"I know," she said quietly. "But he has a shot now. We gave him that. And Josh has a chance now too. And he's out of that house."

Swallowing, he glanced at her and gave a small grin as he nodded. "Another time, I dropped the ball. He always came late, lagging behind the rest of them. I knew."

"And I understand it disappointing you didn't catch earlier that Josh's aunt beat him, but neither did his teachers, his probation officer or Anna, his counselor. You've had how many weeks with him?"

"Six."

"Six whole weeks, what a couple of hours a day? Some of them have had well over a year. Josh stood hiding in plain sight, and I know you wish we could nail Josh's aunt to the wall for what she did to him, to all of them, but right now we can't. Though personally, I'm beyond frustrated that I can't find something to hang her with."

"I know. Look we don't have to rehash this."

"Then you'd be wrong since I've barely even mentioned the time I spent at the hospital protecting Josh, dealing with his uncles and then dealing with you being disappointed with Warren."

"I never said I was disappointed."

"You didn't have to."

And he grinned as he watched her brain power on, knowing her mind worked like a computer, processing everything, while he insisted, "Just let it go. I don't want to talk about this."

"Not likely and don't cut me off." She shook her index finger at him, as she began to rant as she waved her tiny hands, with the words, "Get used to it. This is the way my mind works. I rehash. I rethink and I process and reprocess until the right answer pops up."

"Then it needs to hurry up and pop up."

"Funny, okay I understand you've had a hard week. News flash," her hands stopped and her pointer finger poked him in the chest, as she added, "We both have, and yeah, once again justice isn't justice. But is it ever?"

"Doesn't seem to be." He muttered as he continued to watch the waves beat the shore.

"Look at me."

His eyes found her face. "These kids are adrift. Josh and you have lot in common and once again you find yourself almost helpless to change things. I know you struggle with that situation."

His eyes left her face and found the ocean again. Inhaling deeply, he watched the waves roll in. "You're right. I hate that my hands are tied yet again." He didn't add that he truly hated that she wanted to fight. Forcing himself to breathe out through his nose, the words "Damn it," slipped out. Then he hissed, "Do you want me to say that you're right?"

"No, I want you to say that you're totally dying to be your alter ego right now. I know you want to dress in green leather, unpack that bow of yours, and pay a certain someone a short and painful visit. Then I know you want you to come back home to me and act like nothing ever happened. But we both know you can't do that."

"You know me well." His voice dark, menacing, and his stomach knotted.

"I truly wish you could do just that but we both know that won't work in this place we're living."

"I know that. Doesn't mean I can't dream."

He caught her eyes and he watched them softened as she added, "I understand you ache to pay Josh's aunt back for everything she's done to those kids, but we both know that the Arrow can't live in this small town."

"He could visit."

Stepping toward him, moving straight into his space, standing close enough he could smell her, he found that he leaned into her soft hand. Moving, she reached and smoothed his cheek, before her hand fell away, with the words, "But we both know that the Arrow's not welcome here since you and I need a real life, a normal life."

His eyes found hers, and he watched as she bit her lip and his dick twitched.

Her voice turned pouty, sexy. "No matter how much I love you in green leather, which I do, I really do, almost as much as I love you shirtless on the salmon ladder, but we both know if we want to stay here the Arrow can never visit."

"Not even once, huh?" He winked at her.

Cutting the air with her hand, she gave a small grin before she added the quiet words, "Sadly but no. If we want to make a life here, the Arrow can't visit."

"I know and as much as I hate it, I agree. If we want to have a normal life there's no room for the Arrow."

"Damn shame," she said before adding, "But I still love you, still love the now you. Remember that and hold it close."

"I will."

He almost smiled, yet, suppressed the emotion but still the corners of his lips twitched.

Her hand reached out and smoothed his cheek as she added, "And someday I want your babies, our babies. They'd be beautiful don't you think?"

Unable to help himself, unable to stop, he kissed her forehead, savoring her touch along with her words, "Both of us need to remember we both need the now you."

A small smile tugged at his lips and he found her eyes again.

She'd calmed now.

And so had he.

Another of their fights almost over.

Geez, he hated fighting with her. But he'd let her rant, she'd calm and her mood would pass and their normal life would go on.

Normal felt good, even if it continued to be stressful at times.

He smiled down at her as she unexpectedly wickedly winked at him and he felt it in his groin. And he couldn't stop the smile she pulled from him, before she totally killed the mood with the words, "But if we're going to stay here you have to make a real effort. I need you to step up. To give it your all."

"Which means?"

"Which means? Seriously, you know and if you'd just try, if you'd step up."

"That's not true. I've tried. I've stepped up."

She actually rolled her eyes. "Then you need to try harder cause you suck."

As normal, Felicity didn't cut him any slack.

No, no slack at all. Back rigid, she hammered her point home, with a finger that once again poked his chest.

"Relationships take work. Real work and you're slacking at ours. You need to do better."

His ears were starting to ring as his clipped words exploded, "Slacking? How can you say that about me? I've never been a slacker."

"Can't prove it by me. And it's easy. Who would have ever believed that Oliver Queen's a slacker."

He shook his head.

"Only you would call me a slacker."

"As always I call them like I see them. Besides, you need to get to work, since I like the life we're creating here and want to stay. Don't you?"

What he knew was he liked normal life, liked, hell no, he loved living normal life with her. He loved her in his bed, loved her beside him, loved her tucked tightly against him, loved her skin touching his, loved waking up and going to sleep beside her, and he was even starting to love his soccer team.

Okay, he missed being the Arrow.

He missed the excitement.

He missed the adrenaline rush, but getting older, his used up body ached, and some days he seemed almost too old to be jumping off of buildings. At the cannery, his shoulder had reminded him that falling through a roof hurt more than in his younger days.

And those days no longer existed.

His mind taunted him with images of Felicity large with his child, teased him with a life where he slept through the night in peace with her.

And both, he and Felicity, lived happy.

He ached for a continued chance at such a life.

Lifting his chin, he gave a sharp nod of his head.

Reaching, she took his hand and squeezed. "Believe me, we need friends. We need to make a life here. Anna and Riley are friendly to me, willing, and I want to make friends here. We need to start a life, and we need other people."

"I have you. That's enough."

Her eyes were sad. "I love you but, no, we, no me and you need other friends too. I know you miss your Arrow cave, John and the rest of your old life. I get that you miss the ability to hide from real life but look around you, that life is gone. Accept it. We need to embrace this life. This is what we have now."

"We already have friends."

He grasp at straws and knew it.

"Name them."

Her face hard, she narrowed her eyes at him and he felt the pressure to give her a right answer.

Yes, she stood there, clearly daring him, just like she'd truly drawn a line in the sand and then she'd dared him to step over the line.

Since, she'd effectivity put him on the spot, his stomach churned as he pressed his lips together and breathed out his nose and threw out, "We have John and Lyla."

She laughed.

"And we have Thea and Laurel."

Giggling now, she swallowed her laughter then talked with her hands as she ask, "Have you spoken to Lyla lately? You do remember kidnapping her and endangering baby Sara right?"

"Baby Sara never was in danger."

"Well, convince John and Lyla of that. Believe me Lyla remembers vividly, and I'm not sure she's forgiven you yet, though Lyla is a trooper so maybe. And Thea's your sister, she's stuck with you. And maybe, I'll give you Laurel, truly but when did you talked to her last? When's the last time you reached out to anyone?"

Damn, it'd been a while.

"John, at least, texts me back now." He said quietly.

She smiled up at him, that damn light filled smile that rocked his world, the grin that made him feel like her smile belonged only to him. "I'm glad John's talking to you again. I know how important he is to you, to both of us. But, he's miles away, and we need people here."

"Barry and Iris, don't forget them."

"Not here, though with Barry, he could turn up at any second."

Turning, he looked out at the ocean and nodded his head, unable to answer her in that instant, since emotions he didn't want were almost overpowering him.

Her hand moved and he allowed her touch, allowed her small hand to curl around his as he savored her soft skin.

She leaned in. "We need friends. I know it's hard but we need a life and here seems good to me. What about you?"

"I like it here."

"Good since neither of us are getting any younger."

He felt his love for her grow in his chest as she added, "I've got the hospital here and you've got your team."

"That's good for both of us."

She pulled him closer and nuzzled his neck and his breathing sped up. "I like it here. Making a life here seems good to me right now. What about you?"

He watched the surf as he pulled her closer. "Yeah, here's good. Really good."

Stomach clinching, he added, "Being here with you is good. Too good sometimes and I don't know how to handle it. I keep waiting for the bad to happen again."

"Life doesn't come with guarantees. We need to live for now and now's good. We can do this."

"Okay, but I'm worried since when you've lived like I have, friends are a liability."

Releasing his hand, she moved into his body, wrapping her arms around him, with the words, "I understand that you think like that. I know you thought me a liability for a long time but look where we are now."

"I need to protect you and that included protecting you from me."

"I know that and I understand that this being together thing is hard for you."

"You don't know how hard." He grinned at her.

She blushed before she sighed, "You're strong. You can do this. And I know both of us have problems letting people in, but we need figure out how to let them in. I love you but I need other people too."

Heart pounding, he watched the surf crash onto the beach as he said nothing. He knew she wanted him to assure her, to tell her that he could do this.

But he didn't honestly know if he could do what she wanted.

What if he didn't have it in him?

Could he let other people in?

Letting her in had been a massive undertaking and his mind whispered "And you've never let her all the way in."

He didn't know if he could let others in too?

"Stop panicking." She squeezed his chest, hugging him tighter.

"I'm not."

God she knew him so well.

Breathing in her scent, he placed his chin on top of her head.

"You're such a liar. Please don't lie to me."

Her hand reached and smoothed his face, and he threw caution to the wind and bent down and took her mouth, needing to taste her, needing to not have this conversation and hoping to distract her from the truth.

A long while later, as both of them touched, tasted and the very air hummed between them when he lifted his head, and she smiled dreamily up at him. "I do realize you didn't agree to anything I said, but I'm still thinking early bedtime. What to join me my lover?"

Her hand swept down and squeezed his ass.

"Yeah, I am," he answered, as his throat thickened and that wasn' t the only thing that had thickened.

Picking her up, lifting her, his heart pounded as she wrapped her legs around him and he said, "I love the way you think."

"Well, I love the way you think too. God, you're hot. Hurry. I need you now."

His mouth found her bare flesh. "Do you know that you're killing me. The way you taste. I can't . . ."

"Here, right here." She pulled his head down. "You're just what I need, right there. Yes, kiss me right there," then her hot mouth found his skin.

"Oh yeah. You're what I need, what I want. What I've wanted for so long."

His hand found her and she trembled for him, as his mouth worked her smooth skin as he promised, "I'm going to make you scream."

"Now that's a plan. But stop on the way and take your pills. I saw you rubbing your head."

"Damn pills."

"Take them," she ordered, and he did then she rewarded him by wrapping herself completely around him as he kicked the door shut behind them and carried her into the bedroom, his heart pounding as he lowered both of them down into the bed and captured both of her wrists. Pulling them, over her head, positioned her hands and demanded, "Hold on to the pillow, until I tell you to let go. Whatever you do don't let go."

"I won't. Just like I'll never let go of you."

Her eyes sparkled as she bit her bottom lip and he groaned. "That's it, hold on. I have to taste you and make you scream."

'Yeah," she gave a sigh, "make me scream."

"I got this and I'll make you scream my name."

And she did later as he grunted hers as he pressed deep and shuttered.

Then he wrapped his arms tightly around her and managed to sleep.

And tonight he didn't dream.

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