Ace flopped back on to the grass. He noticed Laura looking mortified next to him.
Calming down a little he got to his feet, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before he helped Laura, who was still blushing, to her feet.
Determined to change the days run of bad luck he got back into the car and began driving in another direction.
"Where are we going?" Laura asked curiously.
"It's a surprise babe," he said, moving his free arm around her shoulders.
After a few minutes they parked out the front of a house that Laura didn't recognise.
"Where are we?" she asked as he opened the door for her.
"My house," he said simply.
It was the only place he could think of offhand where he was sure not to be interrupted. His Pop was at work and wouldn't be home for hours and his Ma knew better than to go near his room.
As Laura entered the house she looked around curiously. She often wondered what Ace's house would be like. It looked was fairly regular as far as houses go. It was bigger than hers with more furniture and items she had never seen in her house, like men's shoes and a liquor cabinet. It was strange how small things like this gave away the fact that men lived in this house.
Ace moved through the rooms quickly, leading Laura to a room toward the back of the house. He sat down on his unmade bed and beckoned Laura to come sit next to him.
"Come here babe," he said grabbing her by the waist to pull her down on to the bed. "You can have a look around later," he said before kissing her deeply.
He reached his hand under her dress to the top of her stockings and slid each down her leg, kicking his own socks off with his feet. He lay down on the bed pulling Laura with him.
He turned to her zipper again, this time getting it the whole way down without interruption. He pushed the shoulders of the dress forward, the sleeves falling down her arms. He smiled as he felt her hands move under his shirt and hurried the process by lifting it over his head. He returned his hands to her sides to push the skirts of her dress to the floor. Her petticoat soon joined it.
She shivered slightly as the cold air hit her naked skin. Ace grabbed her around her stomach and pulled her under the bed covers. He trailed kisses down her neck slowly as he reached around her to unhook her bra, which slid down her arms the same as the dress had. Meanwhile she had lifted her thumbs under her panties and worked them down her legs, kicking them to the floor.
He unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his underwear down to complete the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
His hands travelled over her exposed skin, enjoying her nudity in it's entirety, something he could rarely do. He found her entrance and pushed in slowly, becoming further aroused by the way her breath hitched as he did so.
Their lovemaking was a lot more drawn out and paced than usual, enhanced by the privacy the bedroom afforded and the extra tactility of their skin pressed together. Afterwards they lay side by side, Laura leaning into Ace's hard chest behind her.
Ace kissed her exposed shoulder that was peeking through the top of the bed covers.
"I should have you around more often," he said lazily, reaching his hand out to find hers.
He couldn't believe he hadn't thought to sneak her in here before. Feeling her weight lying next to him, between his sheets, resting her head on his pillow. It was strange but he felt she was properly his now, like she belonged to him more completely than before.
"You love me don't you?" he said, rolling her over to face him.
"Yes," she said simply.
"Do you think I love you?"
"I think so," she said with a smile.
"How do you know, I've never said so," he pointed out.
"I don't know," she shrugged, "but it feels like you do."
He smirked slightly before sitting up. She moved to follow him but he pushed her gently back down.
"Stay there," he said as he reached for her panties. He pulled the covers away from her so she was completely exposed. He moved her beautifully arched feet in through their place before sliding the garment over her legs again. She raised herself slightly off the bed so he could push them to their proper place. He then reached for her stockings and repeated the movement, sliding them to where they reached the top of her thighs.
When he picked up her bra she began to sit up but he pushed both her shoulders down again, pinning her to the bed. He straddled her as he lifted her arms to manoeuvre the straps upwards, bending her elbows slightly to allow them to reach her shoulders. He then ran his fingers down to the cups as he moved one then the other over each breast. Finally he pushed the remaining fastenings behind her to her back where he re-hooked them.
He bent over to the side of the bed and found her petticoat. He reached for each of her hands with his own, moving them so they were raised above her head. He pulled it down over her head and then continued down her torso, Laura arching her back to allow him to continue. He left the bottom of the dress to pool at her hips as he bent down the final time to collect her dress.
He treated it the same way he had the petticoat, moving it along her torso as she arched her back allowing him to run the fabric along her body, halting at the hips. She looked expectantly over the side of the bed, waiting for him to pick up her remaining item of clothing.
He followed her gaze and smirked when he spotted what she was staring at.
"Sorry babe, there is no way I'm going to be responsible for dressing you in one of those fucking cardigans," he smiled.
"But it's cold," she said, her large doe eyes expanding into a look of vulnerability.
He reached towards the end of his bed to where one of his denim jackets was hooked to the bed frame.
"Here," he said, "wear this instead." He pulled her to her feet and placed the jacket over her shoulders. "Perfect."