Tora smiled to himself as he entered the hospital that morning, the large arrangement of tiger lilies in his hand. He had an entire day planned out for Eighteen, determined to make her feel special and to show that he wasn't upset anymore. He felt bad for shooing her out the door that night after she'd asked him if he was up for more. He regretted it now. He hoped that this would smooth things over between them and show her that he cared. He didn't know why he had chosen those particular flowers. He'd intended to buy roses, most earthling women seemed to like those best, but when he'd seen the bright orange star-shaped flowers, he knew those were the ones he wanted to give her. He also had set out to buy her chocolates, but ended up purchasing a box of taffy-like candies with bright wrappers.
He smiled as he entered Marron's room. "There's my two favorite girls," he grinned as he set the bouquet next to Eighteen on the table. "Those are for you," he said and handed her the box of candy as well. "Oh! And I got this for you, little one." He handed Marron a bright yellow rose and a candy bar, smiling as her eyes lit up.
Eighteen's breath caught in her throat at the sight of the lilies and the box of taffies. It was impossible. "These," she started, having to start again when her breath caught in her throat, "You bought these for me?" She remembered on her birthday when Krillin had bought her a bouquet of tiger lilies because they reminded him of her. Her fierceness. "Krillin used to buy these for me, but he never told anyone."
Tora's eyebrows lifted at that. "Oh yeah?" he asked, then chuckled. "I got lucky, I guess. I just saw them and thought you'd like those better than roses." He reached in his back pocket and withdrew a small envelope. "Here, I got this for you, too," he said as he handed it over. "I want you to go today. I'll sit here with Marron and keep her company. It'll be good for you to take a few hours to yourself. That's okay with you, isn't it, Marron?"
Eighteen barely nodded at Tora and her daughter as she opened the envelope. The voucher to the spa staring up at her as she folded back the paper. "Tora," she breathed, "This is too much… isn't it?" She still felt horrible for that night with him and now to do this with lilies, it was almost too much.
"No, it's not," he answered fiercely. "I was a jerk to you the other night. I'm sorry for that. I want to make it up to you. We said we'd spend some time together again this weekend. Let me try to make it special for you." Damn it all, he would drag her to that spa if he had to. His whole evening was planned around her going to that place. He'd even gone so far as to call up Bulma and ask her to somehow get him last minute reservations at a nice restaurant that night, which she of course managed to do. "Please go. I'm sorry for the way I reacted."
Eighteen bit her lip as her daughter chimed in, "Momma! Go to the spa! I want to go to the spa, you'll have to tell me all about it when you get back."
"See?" Tora grinned. "It'll be okay. Me and Marron are gonna have fun while you go relax. We're gonna watch a movie and play a board game and raid the candy machine at the end of the hall." He sat back and laughed, shooting Marron a wink. "Go on, Eighteen. You deserve to be pampered."
Eighteen chuckled at the plan he laid out. "Alright, alright. Just save me a Hershey's bar when you two knock over the vending machine," she said before she walked over to Marron's side, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead. "You behave for Tora, alright?" She smiled as her little girl nodded. "Good, I need you to look after this crazy Saiyan while I'm gone," she said before she winked at Tora and stood up. She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair before she grabbed her purse and checked it. "I will have my cell phone on me, so don't hesitate to call if something happens."
"You got it," Tora said, opening the door for her. "Be right back," he said to Marron as he ushered Eighteen out the door. He paused in the hallway, gently taking hold of her arm. "Try to enjoy yourself. Don't worry about Marron. She'll be fine. I promise." He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later."
Eighteen was in pure bliss, the day at the spa was just what she had needed. A manicure, pedicure and a full body massage with scented oils that left her feeling relaxed and at peace with herself. She was then treated to a facial and had her makeup done for her. Maybe Tora had forgiven her for her slip up. She would do her best not to make it again. She didn't want to lose what she had after she had lost so much. His friendship was too dear to her now.
Just as she was about to walk out the door, one of the ladies that worked at the spa stopped her. "Miss Eighteen?" she said, "The gentleman who bought your voucher for the day left something for you. He said he wanted you to put it on." She reached under the counter and pulled out a long garment box, handling it as if it was made of glass. The name of a high-end fashion designer was scrawled across the front of the box, telling her that whatever was inside had to be expensive. She handed it to Eighteen before she grabbed the shoe box and set it on the counter. "I didn't catch his name, but whoever he is, he must really care about you to do all of this for you."
Eighteen read the name across the front of the dress box and her breath caught in her throat. This alone had to cost a small fortune. She took the dress and the shoes before she headed back into the changing rooms at the spa. Her eyes went wide when she took the dress out of the box. It was black with the finest gold embroidery all over. "You have got to be kidding me." She dug around in her purse and snatched her cell phone, punching in Tora's number and held it to her ear as she looked the dress over again.
"Yessssss?" Tora drawled as he answered the phone. He couldn't stop the smirk that played over his lips as he waited to hear what Eighteen had to say. He knew it was just about the time when the worker at the spa would've given her the dress. She had to have been calling about it. He felt a bit of nervousness coil in his stomach. He hoped she liked it. "What can I do for you, pumpkin?"
"Pumpkin?" she echoed for a moment before she shook her head and looked at the dress again. "Okay, this is really way too much. Do you even know what kind of dress you bought me? It must have been a fortune!" she hissed, but caressed the silken fabric lovingly. The man had excellent taste, she would give him that much.
Tora chuckled. "Well, yeah, I did put some thought into it before I bought it. I've seen all those fashion magazines you read all the time. It's the same designer that made a bunch of dresses for that British princess Kate-what's-her-face. D'you like it?" he asked, a big grin splitting his face as he shifted his stance, listening intently to the phone. He wished he could see the look on her face at that moment.
Eighteen pinched the bridge of her nose, looking down at the dress again. "Alright then, charmer, where exactly do you think I'm wearing this dress to? It's not exactly subtle and not really casual wear for the hospital scene," she said with a smirk. She could feel her stomach fluttering at the prospect of being doted on like this. She felt warm and fuzzy at the whole day so far. For him to give her lilies, what Krillin would give her, it seemed like he didn't hold anything against her for calling out her dead husband's name in bed. That alone was a huge weight off of her shoulders.
"You're wearing it to dinner," he answered simply. "Now get dressed. Someone will be there to pick you up and take you to the restaurant when you're ready." He smirked to himself as he hung up the phone before she could say another word about it. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to fight the huge smile that split his face, but he couldn't. It made him ridiculously happy that she liked his gifts.
Eighteen felt herself seething at the phone as he hung up on her. Ooooh that man. She tossed her phone into her purse and changed, closing her eyes as the cool silk seemed to flow over her skin like water. It was beyond perfect. She sat down carefully and opened up the shoe box, finding a pair of heels that matched the dress she was wearing. She briefly wondered from whom he could have gotten this knowledge about her. She would have to drill him about it later. He even got her shoe size exactly right. They fit like a dream. Standing in front of the mirror, her breath was taken away as she looked at herself. She hadn't seen herself like this in ages. She recalled the last time Krillin had taken her to a fancy restaurant. He rented a tux, got flowers and everything. She lifted a hand and wiped away the tear at the corner of her eye. "Krillin… I hope this is alright. I miss you terribly, but this guy... I think he's alright," she said softly before she gathered her things and exited the changing room, waving goodbye at the stunned staff as she exited the building. She stopped short when she saw who was waiting for her at the curb.
Tora gave her a big grin when he saw her. Good gods, she looked even more radiant in that dress than he'd expected. He loved the way the strapless design showed off her neck and shoulders, the way the skirt flowed behind her. He stood up straighter, pushing off of the car he'd been leaning against as he went to her. "You look stunning," he said, taking her hand in his and kissing it. He hoped he looked okay, too. He'd dressed up nice, a black shirt and dress pants. His heart hammered rapidly against his ribs, his breath restricted in his throat. "You are a vision in that dress. Do you really like it?"
Eighteen gave him a look, wary of his intentions, but couldn't see any ill will or hidden motives as of yet. She smiled at him. He cleaned up really well, who knew how long he had taken to get dressed and everything. "So a spa day, dinner…" She trailed off and her eyes widened as she realized that Marron had to be alone at the hospital, unless this man had thought of that too. He had to have, why go this far only to stumble at the finish line. "Who's with Marron?"
"Seventeen and Leelee are," he answered. "I wouldn't leave her alone. You should know that." He couldn't even begin to describe the way he felt, the butterflies in his stomach, the smile on his lips that would just not stop. He gave a small chuckle. "I know this is all a bit over the top, but I really wanted to make you feel special, because, well, you are. You said you wanted to spend some time together this weekend. I thought this might be nice. Unless, you know, you'd rather go back and eat more hospital food. In which case, I'd say we're overdressed."
Eighteen couldn't stop the smile that pulled at her lips and she walked over to him, giving him a light smack with her purse. "Smartass," she said as she shifted her clothes around in her arms. "Alright then, Prince Charming, I have to be home by midnight."
"As you wish, Princess," he teased and opened the car door for her. He made sure her skirt was pulled into the car before he shut the door and strolled around to the driver's side. He usually preferred his bike if he traveled that way, but he had a car, too, just in case there was bad weather. Or a hot date. In all reality, he didn't need either for travel since he could fly or transport himself anywhere he wanted with a snap of his fingers, but these earthling toys were fun for him. He snickered to himself as he slid into the car and paused to admire her for a minute. "I hope you're hungry. This place is supposed to have the best food in town."
They arrived a short time later and were quickly ushered to a table inside the fancy restaurant. "Wow," Tora breathed as he looked around. "I feel a little out of my element here," he admitted with a chuckle. "I ain't used to this fancy shit."
Eighteen was impressed, but gave a suspicious look to her date. "Getting a reservation here is damn near impossible. So you either booked us a table the first day you arrived here on earth or you had someone pull some strings for you," she teased, the smell of the good food reaching her and making her stomach rumble. "I am starving. A steak sounds great," she said, giving a smirk. She wasn't like most women; skip the salad and bring on the cows.
"It's not impossible when you have Bulma on your side," he answered. "It's a good thing she likes me." He glanced over the menu, nodding in agreement with her. "Steak does sound good. You think I can get them to just bring it to me raw?" He snickered at the expression on her face. "Okay, okay. Rare then. I swear, you never let me have any fun."
Eighteen smirked at him, "Oh you can, but I'm not kissing you afterwards if you eat a raw steak."
Tora felt his heart skip a little at her words. "Ah, so you plan on kissing me then?" he teased, wagging his eyebrows at her. He snickered and sat back in his chair a little. "Sorry, I just can't stop teasing you for some reason. It amuses me too much." He regarded her for a moment, the way she looked in the gorgeous gown he'd bought for her. Yes, it had been expensive, out of his price range, and he didn't give a damn. There were a few small martial arts tournaments coming up that Vegeta and Goku had no interest in. He could win them easily and make up the money in his savings account. But that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. The only thing he could think of was how striking the woman before him was.
"I think I could stare at you all night long," he said in a low tone, shifting his legs under the table as his length firmed. He concentrated on his breathing for a moment, steadying it, willing his body to relax. That was a feat in and of itself, though. Just being around her stirred him up in a way he'd never experienced before.
Eighteen leveled her gaze at him, feeling her heart race. It had been ages since someone wanted to dote upon her like this, since she had let someone dote on her. It was a dangerous game, she realized as she found she rather enjoyed his company. "I hope that's not all you do," she teased back, "After all this work to get my attention, you have it." She wondered where this would lead, or if she would be hurt again. Her heart had ached after he left the hospital after Marron's therapy. "I can think of a few things to do with you," she said as she shifted her legs under the table, sliding her toes up the side of his leg, watching his face.
Tora felt the slight blush touch his high cheekbones as she teased the inside of his leg. Oh, he was so tempted to swipe everything off that table, throw her on it, lift up her skirt, and just have his way with her right there. But then, he reasoned, that might somehow cheapen their date. Not to mention, Bulma would be less than impressed with him when she received news that she and anyone associated with her would no longer be allowed in that restaurant. His spine went stiff as he fought to control his body. "Oh, I plan on doing much more," he answered, his voice husky.
He gave their order to the waiter when the young man came to their table. "I think I'm most looking forward to dessert, though," Tora said, his eyes locked on Eighteen. He ran his tongue over his lips and shot her a wink. "Just you wait until our dinner's over. I'm going to absolutely devour you," he purred.
Eighteen felt a jolt of heat shoot straight to her center, and she squirmed in her seat at the pleasure, the promised pleasure to come. Something was bothering her though, but she was loathe to bring it up since everything seemed to be going so well. She sighed and folded her hands on the table top. "Tora, I have to ask. I know you were really upset about it, but are you still? Are you still upset with me for, you know…" She looked around and dropped her voice into a low whisper, "calling the wrong name?" She felt miserable about it. She really didn't mean to call him her late husband. It had been ingrained into her after years of a happy marriage.
Tora gave her a soft smile and reached out to cover her hands with one of his own. "I'm not upset with you," he answered in a quiet tone. He stroked his thumb across her knuckles, his heart beating faster just from the contact with her skin. "I get it. Old habits are hard to break. Can't we just, you know, act like it never happened? Let's just forget about that night." He leaned in closer, curling his hand around hers. "We can just say that night was a practice run; tonight can be our first real night together."
Eighteen felt her heart warming at that. She felt butterflies at the kind gesture. She had only felt them once before and it had led to something amazing. Something she had lost in the end, but she could do this. Somehow she would make it work. "I would like that," she said honestly, rubbing her thumb over the calloused skin of his hands. She didn't think she could feel this way since Krillin died.
Tora nodded and reluctantly let go of her hand as the waiter set their food on the table. His stomach rumbled loudly as the delicious scent hit his nose. "Sorry," he murmured before he tucked into his meal, concentrating very hard on not inhaling the food as he normally did. He didn't want to embarrass her. He felt as if he was eating in slow motion, yet he still seemed to be eating faster than the other patrons of the restaurant. He felt his face go a little hot and slowed his chewing even more, hoping not to seem too obvious. Damn it all. He wasn't ashamed of what he was, but at the same time, people did tend to stare in restaurants.
Eighteen laughed, "What are you doing? You look like you are on Baywatch or something. Eat up. You're a Saiyan aren't you? Eat like one. I don't expect the public to understand who you are, but I do. Isn't that all that matters? I don't expect you to align yourself with human matters." She gave him a leveled look. "But I do hope you take your time with dessert," she said as she licked her lips.
A shiver raced down his spine as he watched her tongue slide along her lips. Tora chuckled and looked over at her as he swallowed. "Are you sure? I was trying to be polite." He nearly winced at the look she gave him and he began to eat in earnest, a moan rumbling in his throat. "So good," he murmured. He shot her another wink. "Oh, don't you worry. I intend to savor my dessert. I want to make it last as long as possible."
Eighteen laughed and ate her own dinner at her own pace, savoring every last bite. She had no doubt, whatever dessert he had planned back at his apartment, it would trump this exquisite five star desert at the restaurant. She reached out and grasped his hand, "Thank you for forgiving me."
"Eighteen, it was an honest mistake. Of course I forgave you." He curled his fingers around hers, giving her hand a slight squeeze. "Don't think about it anymore. As far as I'm concerned, it didn't happen." And he meant it. He really wanted to start over with her in that aspect, to just forget that it had happened. He smiled as she finished her dinner. Nervous butterflies coiled in his stomach as he cleared his throat. "So, ah, you wanna get out of here?"
She smiled warmly at him, happy that whatever he had done to reach this state of mind. A relief washed over her and was replaced with a heat that settled inside of her, making her wet and aching for him again. "Let's get out of here," she agreed. "I have a few ideas with this dress that I want to try out. Such a thoughtful gift should be worn as much as possible."
He couldn't help but to wonder what ideas she had in mind about the dress. Really, his only thoughts were of getting her OUT of that dress. He paid for their meal and drove them back to his apartment. Why was he so nervous? He fumbled slightly with his keys as he opened the door and let her inside. After making sure the door was locked behind him, he grabbed her hand and spun her around to him, cupping her cheek as he stared into her cold blue eyes. There were a thousand things he wanted to say to her in that moment, yet none of them seemed to truly capture what he wanted to tell her. So instead, he wordlessly tilted his head down to her, kissing her. Slowly. Deliberately. Savoring every wonderful second as he tasted her lips and held her body against his own.
Eighteen moaned against him, letting him pull her to his body. Her pulse was pounding, she felt well and truly romanced. Perhaps she did think too much on this, but for the moment she just wanted to enjoy this man and all that he had to offer her. She had her second chance and she knew she didn't want to squander it. "You look very exquisite in this suit," she purred as she moved her hand down to press against his crotch, relishing the hardness she felt there. "I want you to take me like this, while we are all dressed up. If you think you can handle it."
Tora gasped as she cupped him so suddenly, her hand warm against his hard length. "Any way you want it, baby," he answered. He thrust his hips slightly forward, rubbing himself in her hand as his length firmed even more. He gave a low groan as he kissed at her neck, pressing hot kisses along her collarbone to her shoulder, down her chest to the swell of her breast. Something about doing this with her as they were still clothed excited him. He knelt before her and carefully lifted the hem of her skirt, purring as the scent of her arousal hit his nose. He tugged her panties off, still holding her skirt up with one hand before he leaned in and lightly flicked his tongue over her. A loud moan issued from his throat at the sweet, spicy taste of her. "Oh my god, Eighteen," he breathed huskily as he wrapped his arms around her more securely and began to lick and suck at her enthusiastically.
Eighteen gave a shout of pleasure as the Saiyan sealed his lips around her gem. "Tora!" she cried out, thrusting against his face and threading her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. They were dressed so elegantly and all she could think about was dirtying them, performing such an act in their clothes. "Mmm, don't think the designer of this dress was expecting this to happen."
Tora chuckled against her as he nuzzled against her body. He was determined to take his time, to bring her to climax before they did anything else, simply because she'd asked him to savor his dessert. And he intended to do exactly that. His cock was hard and pulsing against the front of his pants, but his only concern in that moment was her pleasure. He settled back on his heels just a bit and pulled her closer, spreading her legs a bit more. "You are gorgeous, you know that?" he asked her before he sealed his lips around her again and plunged his tongue into her silken heat.
Eighteen was ravenous, her pleasure soaring as Tora took his time with her. She could barely believe this night, this moment. The only thing she could focus on was Tora's hot wicked tongue as he drank her down, nipping and teasing at her flesh as her pleasure was wound tighter and tighter. "Oh gods, I'm going to come. Don't stop. Don't stop." She gasped as her legs started quivering, her body flushing as her orgasm hit her suddenly at the thought of the proud Saiyan warrior on his knees before her. "Tora!" she screamed as she came, feeling a rush of her essence spill out of her, stars bursting before her eyes and she nearly lost her balance.
Tora drank thirstily from her body, holding her steady. His pride swelled as he brought her to orgasm, his name on her lips. He finally pulled away and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand as he stared up at her, lust burning in his eyes as he did. He unbuckled his belt and popped the button on his pants, freeing himself just enough to expose his hard length to the warm air of the apartment. "I want you," he breathed as he got to his feet. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her easily, guiding her legs to wrap around him. "I have to have you," he groaned and lowered her over his cock, gasping out as her tight heat engulfed him.
The android was in pure bliss as he was suddenly there, holding her up. His thick cock pressing into her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her body clenched around him as she thought about how they looked, still dressed in their finery as they made love. She threw her head back as he became fully seated inside of her, gods, it was so good. For some reason, she was able to keep her head wrapped around the moment, keeping it from wandering as the only thing she knew became the point where they were connected. She reached up, drawing him in for a heated kiss as she writhed against him.
He moaned into the kiss as he slid his hands down to grasp the backs of her thighs, pulling her tighter against his body. She was so hot and wet on his aching cock, so light in his arms. He lifted her slightly before he slammed her back down on him, crying out at the feel of her around him. "Oh gods, Eighteen," he whined as he began to thrust into her. His tail coiled affectionately around her shin as he set a fevered pace, his body demanding release.
Eighteen panted hard, she remembered this. She didn't want to make the same mistake twice and she reached out to grasp his tail and uncurled it from her shin, bringing it up to her mouth as she squeezed it carefully. She stroked the appendage and ran her tongue over it hotly before she took the tip into her mouth. She bucked against him, moaning. She pulled the tail away for a moment. "Fuck me harder. Make us come together," she breathed as she clenched around him and returned the tail to her mouth.
Tora's eyes went wide, his mouth hanging open at the feel of her lips around his tail. That was an entirely new sensation to him and it sent a violent shiver down his spine. "What are you doing to me?" he groaned as he thrust harder into her, driving his cock deep into her body. Something about the look of her mouth wrapped around him like that was pushing him over that edge, his orgasm building quickly. He slammed her down over him, faster and faster, a heat pooling in his gut. "Come with me. Please, baby, come with me," he panted, sweat trickling down the side of his face. "I can't hold back." His face screwed up and his jaw clenched as his cock swelled inside of her for a moment before his essence flooded her body.
Eighteen moaned around his tail as her orgasm washed over her, her arms moved, letting go of the tail as she wrapped them tightly around his neck and drawing her to him. The feeling of his thick cock inside of her and the rush of heat as his essence filled her absolute bliss and it triggered a second orgasm as she screamed out, "Tora!" She whimpered as she lowered her head to his shoulder, her hips thrusting up against his own. She finally stilled, a pleased smile on her face as she sagged in his arms, "Mmm, you do know how to please a woman, I'll give you that."
Tora gave a shaking, breathless laugh. "I try," he admitted, nuzzling into her neck as he held her. He gently kissed at her shoulder, wishing he could just hold her all night long. "And you certainly know how to keep things interesting. I don't think I've ever had sex with clothes on before," he chuckled. He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes. "But I'd sure like to get you out of that dress."
Eighteen chuckled, "After all the trouble you went to get me into the dress?" She winked. "But I digress, I would love to get out of this dress. And you have to get out of that suit," she said, reaching up and cupping his cheek, feeling oddly affectionate in the moment. Her heart was beating so fast, she nearly chided herself. She didn't think she would ever feel like that again and to be honest, it scared her a little. She smiled at him, "How about some naked coffee before we get back to what will hopefully be a long night."
A smile split his face. "Now that sounds good." He carefully lifted her off of his cock and set her feet on the floor before he turned her to face away from him. His fingers found the zipper in the back of the dress and he slowly slid it down, admiring her skin as inch by inch of her back was revealed to him. He leaned in and pressed long, hot kisses down her spine before he carefully peeled the dress from her body. Still kissing at her back, he took her hand to balance her as he let her step out of the garment and he set it on the back of a chair behind him. "I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you," he purred as he ran his hands over her.
"Flatterer," she said as she turned back to him, keeping a hand on his shoulder as she took off her shoes carefully. The floor had a slight chill to it when she set her bare foot down on the ground and she quickly undid the other one, finally standing on her own once again, looking at him boldly, unashamed of her nakedness. She reached out, undoing his tie, carefully pulling it from his neck. "You clean up well," she admitted, leaning in and kissing at his neck as she unbuttoned his shirt. She watched him as he pulled back and shrugged off his clothes, both of them finally bared to each other. She stepped to him, laying her head on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him, "Thank you for tonight. Thanks for giving me a second chance."
He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her slender frame. "Hey, you gave me a chance after everything that happened. It was the least I could do. I'll always take a chance on you," he answered. He touched her chin, tilting her face up to him. "And it's not flattery when it's the truth, you know." He kissed her sweetly before he pulled away and went to the coffee machine on the counter. He felt his heart racing, a pleasant fluttering in his stomach as he worked. He kept stealing glances at her over his shoulder, barely daring to believe that she was here in his apartment again. He was still hard, his length throbbing once again as he thought about all the things they could do that night. He finally went to the table and sat down, offering a cup to her. He wagged his eyebrows at her suggestively. "You wanna sit in my lap while we have our coffee?"
Eighteen grinned. "You sure you trust me in your lap with a cup a hot coffee?" she asked but moved to sit in his lap, squirming a little bit more than necessary on his hardness before she stopped and took a sip of the hot liquid. Pure heaven. "Not that I am complaining, but what made you want to give me another chance? I know you aren't like most men, but if someone did what I did, that's usually all she wrote."
Tora shivered at the feel of her body against him and he took a deep drink of the hot liquid before he smacked his lips. "Because I know you didn't mean to," he answered as he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her securely against his chest. "I wasn't sure I wanted to at first. But then I made a similar mistake a couple days later. Called one of my friends by a different name. And I realized how easy it is to make a slip like that." He kissed at the side of her neck, looking over her shoulder to admire her breasts for a moment. Gods, she looked amazing. "We've come too far to let a silly thing like that ruin it all, don't you think?"
Eighteen leaned back against him, sipping thoughtfully at her coffee and nodded in agreement with him before she set her mug on the table and turned in his lap to face him. His hot length trapped between them. "I see," she said as she leaned against him, sagging in his arms for a moment, laying her head on his shoulder. She breathed him in, his musky, spicy scent. "Thank you," she said honestly, before she looked back up at him, "Care to move this to the bedroom? Unless you have any better ideas?"
"That works for me," he grinned and drained his cup. He set it on the table and got up, leading her to his room. He pulled back the blankets on the bed and flopped back on it, crossing his arms behind his head, his tail curling and flopping over the edge of the bed. He flashed her his most charming smile. "Well, here I am. Have your way with me," he teased, snickering at the expression on her face.
He licked his lips as she crawled over him and his toes curled as he once again found his cock buried in her tight, wet heat. "Oh, fuck yes," he breathed as he suddenly rolled them over, laying himself on top of her. "I think I could do this all night."
It was the early morning hours before they both collapsed on his bed, sweating and satisfied. Tora stretched and yawned before he relaxed and looked over at her, the flush on her cheeks, her hair a mess. "You know how to wear a man out," he chuckled and he rolled to his side, pulling her to him as he curled around her. He ran his hand lovingly over her flat stomach as he kissed the back of her shoulder. "Stay here with me tonight," he murmured sleepily as a deep purr rumbled in his throat.
Eighteen's heart jumped at the request, her mind trying to pick up the pieces of her well fucked brains. She rested her hand over his hand, stroking at his knuckles as she stared at the clock, but barely registered the time. "You think that's a good idea? I imagine Leelee and Seventeen are probably chomping at the bit to get out of the hospital." She couldn't remember the last time she hadn't spent an evening in that sad place. She sighed softly. Her heart still ached for her last love and now Tora was trying to work his way into her heart. She was sure he had won over Marron, memory or not. The thing was, that the more people she let in, the more the chance that she would be hurt later on if something happened. And something always happened. It was nature.
"Nah, that was part of our deal," he answered in a yawn. "I talked them into staying the night with her so you could 'have a night at home.' Leelee thought it would be good for you to sleep in your own bed." He snickered slightly; he suspected that Leelee and Seventeen were a bit brighter than that and knew what he had planned for the night, but they'd agreed to it and had said nothing more. "I don't see why it wouldn't be a good idea," he said softly. "After everything we just did? It's just sleep." He snuggled closer against her, his tail curling around her thigh. He reached down and grabbed the blankets to pull up over them. "You're so warm," he murmured, his eyes growing heavy.
Eighteen felt her eyes growing heavy as he tucked them in, curling his body around her own. That tail of his, it was going to get them both into trouble one day, she imagined. Her mind went places, was it just sleep? Was it something more than that? "Oh, alright. Since you're pulling my leg here," she teased, but rolled over to face him, looking at him intently for a moment before she reached up and cupped his cheek. She couldn't deny this night had been fun, more than fun. She had needed it. Though, now she was wondering what this would mean in the future for them. He was already starting to take a special place in her heart, but what happened if the worst were to happen again? Could she survive if she lost someone else dear to her? "We should do this again sometime," she said honestly.
"Mmhmmm," he answered. "I would like that." He tucked her head under his chin, relishing in the feel of just holding her like this, so warm and comfortable in bed. He heaved a contented sigh as his eyes closed, a happiness curling around his heart. "Goodnight, Eighteen," he said sleepily and kissed the top of her head before he quickly drifted off to sleep.