Ana
I slowly open my eyes when I hear Christian's soft, beautiful voice singing softly in my ear.
"Good morning to you, were all in our places, with bright smiling faces, and this is the waaaay, we start a new day,"
I giggle at him. Christian always used to sing this song to me when we were kids.
His mother always used to sing that song to him first thing in the morning. After a while, his mother stopped singing the song to him since she would always still be passed out in the living room the night before. He then began to sing the song to me.
When we were growing up, we didn't have much when it came to toys and books. Our mothers only had a handful of toys for Christian and me.
Christian had three toy cars that he always used to play with. He also had one of that speak and spells. Whether, I had a cabbage patch kids, and a couple of old wooden alphabet blocks.
Other than that, we didn't have much to do during the day. Our mothers were always gone from the apartment with that asshole who abused us when we were younger, so we were left most of the time by ourselves.
I shake my head at the thoughts of that time. I don't want to go there again.
I look up at Christian, and he is laying on his side with this head resting on his bent arm and smiling softly at me.
"Thinking of old times?" he caresses my cheek.
"Yeah," I sigh.
He leans over and kisses me on the lips softly.
"It's over now. We should just let the past be past," his eyes darken.
"I know, I'm sorry," I give him a small smile.
"There is nothing to be sorry about babe," he sighs.
To distract him, I roll on top of him and bend down and kiss his scars on his chest. He moans and runs his hands through my hair. I turn my head to the right as the sun suddenly blinds me.
We were up all night fucking and making love. We rarely have the opportunity to sleep in the same bed, so we stayed up well into the evening and took advantage of being all alone.
The shelters that we stay in have single cots that are all set up in a big room, so there is no privacy. That doesn't stop some people from having sex, though. A couple of months ago, we basically had a front row seat to it. Christian and I pushed our cots together and slept as close as we could to one another. I woke up to lots of moaning and groaning coming from right next to us. I remember looking over still half asleep, and some guy riding an older woman on her cot. I gasped and shoved my head into Christian's shoulder. This woke him up and at first he was confused. As the moaning became louder, Christian suddenly growled at them to stop fucking. This caused some people to wake up, and for the night manager to come running into the room and to throw the couple out. I started giggling when the guy apparently didn't have time to pull up his pants, causing him to be thrown out with his dick still hanging out.
Christian looks down at me with a frown when he realizes that I have stopped kissing him.
"Are you okay?"
"Sorry. Just remembering that time when that shelter manager threw that guy out with his pants hanging down," I giggled.
"Why are you thinking about some other man's dick?" he snorts.
"I'm not. I just thought that we never have the opportunity to be alone like this," I murmur.
His eyes soften as he pulls me up and gives me a soft peck on the lips.
"I know baby. Let's not think about that right now okay?" he pleads.
I give him a small smile and bend down and kiss him.
He pulls me on top of him, and I lean down and take his cock in my hand and slowly sink down onto him causing us both to moan loudly. I place both my hands on his chest and start to ride him hard and fast. He meets me thrust for thrust. I throw my head back and moan loudly.
"Baby, God damn," he moans.
He looks down and watches his cock go in and out of me.
He starts to rub my clit roughly causing me to erupt into orgasm.
He thrusts into me two more times and throws his head back as he cums.
I fall on top of him and we both try to catch our breath. When our breathing slows, I begin to slide off of him, and I suddenly freeze when I feel his semen leak out of me. My eyes widen when I realize he didn't pull out.
"Fuck!" I yell.
Christian jumps a little when I suddenly leap off the bed. I run to the bathroom, and go to the bathroom.
"Ana, what's wrong?" he panics.
He runs into the bathroom after me. I go to the bathroom and I frantically wipe myself. When I am done, I hurry to the sink and turn on the faucet. I take some water into my hand and try to clean myself. Christian stands there in the doorway like a statue. I look up at him, and he is pale and staring at me in fear. My hands start to shake while I take some more water in my hand and try to wipe away the semen the best I can.
"Christian," I whimper.
He starts to panic and throws his hands in his hair and pulls at it while he looks wildly around the bathroom.
"Fuck! This cannot be happening" he chokes.
I frantically wipe myself again while tears are streaming down my face.
"Ana baby stop," he says frantically.
He pries my hands away from my vagina as I am rubbing myself raw at this point. I put my head in my hands and start to sob.
"Oh my god, Christian,"
He takes me into his arms, and I cry into his chest.
I cannot believe we didn't pull out. I cannot get pregnant. We can't have a baby right now. We don't even have a place to live. We can barely survive on our own. What the hell are we going to do? I start to hyperventilate.
"Baby, you have to calm down. Breathe baby, breathe,"
He rubs circles on my back while I try to breathe in and out. We are both shaking. Goosebumps appear on my skin as he starts to rock me back and forth. We sit there on the bathroom floor for what seems like hours. I have stopped crying, and Christian begins to softly sing into my ear. A song he used to sing to me after that asshole abused us.
Lullaby, and good night, in the skies stars are bright.
May the moon's silvery beams bring you sweet dreams.
Close your eyes now and rest, may these hours be blessed.
'Til the sky's bright with dawn, when you wake with a yawn.
A lone tear falls from my eye when he continues to sing the sweet lullaby softly into my ear.
Lullaby, and good night, you are mother's delight.
I'll protect you from harm, and you'll wake in my arms.
Sleepyhead, close your eyes, for I'm right beside you.
Guardian angels are near, so sleep without fear.
Lullaby, and good night, with roses bedight.
Lilies o'er head, lay thee down in thy bed.
He hums the rest of the song, as I squeeze him tighter. He finishes the song and pulls me back so he can look into my eyes. His eyes are still clouded with fear. My lips tremble and my eyes start to water. He leans his forehead to mine, and we stare at each other in defeat.
"What are we going to do?" I whisper.
"I don't know baby. I just don't know," he whispers back.
I whimper again as he tightens his arms that are around my waist. I nuzzle his neck as he continues to rock me back and forth on the bathroom floor.
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Song that Christian sang to Ana: "Brahms Lullaby" (Jewel version).
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Just FYI; The start of the angst has begun folks.