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"You slept like a rock."
It's not a judgment just an observation, but my body stiffens up beneath her anyway. How long have I been out? And how long has she been awake? After four rounds of frenzied – boarding on aggressive – lovemaking we'd both collapsed into a gelatinous heap. Jane was the first one out despite a valiant effort not to fall asleep. I'd never seen a civilian so terrified to close their eyes. It was the sort of thing you saw in soldiers returning from the front lines, people who'd lost a bit of themselves if only for a moment.
The thought terrified me. Jane allowed me to spill my seed inside her four times, but she didn't trust me enough to tell me what happened after she left my apartment. God knows I tried, but as soon as she threatened to leave my bed I made the hard decision. She could have her secret for now, if it meant I could keep her safe in my arms. Instead of talking, Jane traced patterns all over my bare chest, my arms, my jaw; almost as if she was memorizing every inch of me. As if I was going to disappear.
The realization worried me at the time, but then she'd fallen asleep. Each even breath was a lullaby to my ears, soothing away the gut-wrenching anxiety threatening to overtake me. I glanced at my alarm clock. Sarah and Sawyer would be up soon, readying for our first family Thanksgiving with dad since I was eighteen. I still wasn't convinced he didn't have something to do with Taylor's disappearance. Jane was the reason he was here. What she would say, what she would do, it was starting to rub off on me.
"After last night could you blame me?"
She squirms against me playfully, her breasts stroking my skin, setting my blood on fire. Do you know what you do to me? The question is unspoken, but the self-satisfied smirk gracing those pale lips tells me all I need to know. Jane knows exactly what she's doing to my self-control – and she loves it. Well two can play at that game. I flip her onto her back, squelching any protest as my tongue begins to trace its way down her body. One tattoo in particularly catches my eye, distracting me from my mission much to Jane's displeasure. I laugh as she grabs the back of my head, trying to guide it where she so desperately wants it to go. She's right of course; Jane is an enigma in so many ways – but her tattoos are the last thing on my mind.
"Kurt," the sound of her moaning my name drives me wild.
Two minutes becomes ten and soon she's bucking against my mouth, her entire body beginning to quake. Hmm. Something niggles at the back of my brain as her moans grow louder but I hook her legs over my shoulders pushing the thought away.
In fact, I'm so busy sucking and stroking her with my tongue that I barely hear my sister calling through the door. Jane is fills up my senses in a way no one else ever has and it's only as she cums, her tart juices covering my chin, that I float back to Earth. I brush one stubbly cheek over her soft flesh, feeling incredibly thankful to have her here with me. Thankful. Thanksgiving. Shit. The knocking is growing insistent now, louder. I cringe a little. I haven't brought a girl home…well ever. Jane stroked my now burning ears leisurely. Now my family probably had a very good idea that Jane and I had made the leap from friends and coworkers to…what? Lovers? Boyfriend and girlfriend?
"Okay, okay. We'll be right out."
And just like that the world shifts beneath me. We'll be right out, when did I become a part of a we? Probably the moment you saw her in that dress.
"I should probably get going."
Jane pulls me up for a kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth hungrily – the air of finality still lingering between us. She can't leave now – not on Thanksgiving. I pull away, gazing into those sad green eyes, my thumb stroking her cheek. I didn't lie when Jane asked if I'd ever married – I am choosy. No woman has ever inspired a commitment in me like she does.
"You're staying."
Jane gazes up with that deer in the headlights look. She opens her mouth and closes it several times, no doubt noting the stubborn set of my jaw. Out of all the things I'm grateful for today it's that she's here with me, safe, mine. There's no way I'm letting her change that