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We were seated on the pretty outdoor porch. I looked over the menu once over, but then I moved my seat to be next to him. Spencer smiled at me and blushed. I scooted as close to him as possible and brushed my lips against his ear. "I'm not really hungry."
An uncomfortable, but slightly sleazy grin stretched his lips. "I haven't eaten all day—"
"I know," I whispered, "So you eat, but in the meantime, I'll be thinking…"
"About what?" He nervously coughed.
I sighed deeply, sensually. In a low, quiet voice, I whispered into his ear, "How much I've missed you—intellectually, emotionally, physically."
He smiled.
"I'm gonna think about the things you can do to me."
He coughed and choked on his spit.
I leaned away as a pretty, older waitress approached us. She looked at me first and asked, "What can I get for you, sweat pea?"
I smiled; my cheeks slightly warm from the random affection, regardless of its sincerity. "I'd like a class of water and just some chips and salsa."
She nodded and wrote my request down before looking at Spencer. "And what about you?"
He cleared his throat and smiled, "I'd just like the enchilada plate."
"Okay," she smiled and collected our plates, "I'll be back with your food and right back with your drinks."
"Thank you," Spencer and I said at the same time.
Spencer held my right hand under the table while I brushed my lips against his ear again. I kissed his earlobe before whispering, "I can't wait to see your room—your bed. I can't wait to feel your kisses on my neck,"
Spencer shivered.
"I want to tug at your shirt buttons—I want you to play with me—I want you to fuck me, fast, hard, deep."
Spencer turned his head quickly and kissed me.
I smiled against his lips and kissed him back.
I rested my head in the crook of his neck – occasionally kissing his jaw line – with my soft breath tickling his neck. I sat up again when our sweet waitress brought us our food and called us "the cutest love birds on the block." We ate our food quickly while laughing at each other's pigging-out faces. Spencer left the amount for the check plus fifteen dollars for our waitress. I giggled like a sheltered school girl with the cutest boy on campus while we walked the four blocks to his apartment; Spencer held my right hand tightly while blushing lightly and smiling.
We rushed into his apartment; he locked the door behind him while I ran around, looking for the room that seemed to be his. I plopped down on a queen sized bed in a room empty of clothes but filled with records and ties. Spencer walked into the room while loosening his tie. He grinned and asked quietly, "Why'd you pick this one?"
I smiled and sighed happily, "Because this one is you."
"My whole home is me."
"No," I nodded my head left to right, "Your whole home belongs to you, but it isn't you."
Spencer walked over to the foot of the bed. "How is this one me?"
I shrugged and slid down his silky sheets. I opened my legs and loosely wrapped them around his legs just above his knees. "You don't want to see your work when you see your home. You want to see the things that make you happy. Your favorite records, your goofy ties—"
He bent over at the waist and kissed the tip of my nose, "I have a picture of us on my dresser. Well, us and your lemur."
I laughed, "I knew that you loved him."
Spencer laughed.
I arched my back up and forward in order to kiss him. He sighed against my lips while I quietly groaned. "I want you," I whispered, "I've missed you; I've missed your touch."
Spencer nodded with the beginnings of bedroom eyes, "I've felt the same."
I groaned and grinned, "Then touch me now."
A/N: The threesome is a no-go. I think I'm going to write a romantic scene here, which will be posted at some point this weekend. My mom has been sick, which is why I haven't updated anything. Forgive me lovelies, but my momma always comes first.
