Limey/Lemony goodness. Prepare yourselves.
The Gospel Truth
The next few days were filled with non-stop interruptions by the headache that was Greg/Chantelle. Tyr was seriously starting to regret giving the man his key. He was over at the break of dawn to wake them up daily and didn't leave them a moment's peace until he was forced to by propriety late at night. While he was around, the jabs against Lorraine's feminine wiles (or lack thereof), her plain body, and lack of coyness abounded. Even the arrival of the script didn't grant them a reprieve from the effeminate man's ire. Tyr had to tell him to shut up several times while the two thespians read the script aloud to get a feel for it. Greg thought it was too focused on the female lead of course.
"What has she done to earn all this attention and affection from the lead?" he asked in annoyance. "She's nothing but a selfish, holier-than-thou, spoiled-"
"There is nothing spoiled or selfish about this character," Lorraine said automatically, knowing that the man wasn't referring to the script at all. "As for getting attention and affection, it's clear that the writers are aware of the 'love at first sight' trope. It's not overplayed, which is why it's believable. I really like this character. I'm excited to play her on the big screen. Now if you'll excuse me, Poppi promised that I would contact Mr. Reeves before I gave the director my answer."
"Why don't you just make the call right here?" Greg said smugly. He was quite proud to have worn her civility down over the last week. Soon Tyr would see just what kind of immature child this little brat was.
"'Cause I don't trust you to keep your mouth shut," Raina huffed in annoyance. "This is my first time speaking to a celebrity in a professional capacity and I don't want you embarrassing me."
"I want to be in on this call, Sunshine," Tyr said, caressing her cheek.
"Oh, Honeybear, you know that I don't mind you-"
"Then it's settled," Greg said loudly, interrupting their tender moment as he had managed to interrupt all of their tender moments this past week. "Make the call right here right now."
Raina glared at his smug grin and seemed to finally have reached her limit. "You need to leave. You are working on my last nerve and you really need to go."
"This is Tyr-Kun's house. I don't have to-"
"You heard the lady," the master of the estate said in a threatening tone. "The only reason that this has gone on for so long is that my lady believed that, given some time, you would calm yourself and begin to act with decorum. That is obviously not going to happen. Get out. Right now. My lady needs to make an important call, one that could determine the course of her career. No one wants your bile here anymore."
Greg/Chantelle couldn't believe what he was hearing. Tyr Anasazi, his savior, his chocolate angel, wanted him gone? He wasn't throwing that useless skank out? Just what the hell did he see in her anyway? He was twice the woman she was and he wasn't even a woman yet! Trying again to convince him of her unworthiness, he stood up to his full height and put on his sexiest smile for his man.
"Please, Tyr, if you would just listen-"
"I have listened. For seven days I've done nothing but listen. My girlfriend is only here for a fortnight and we've wasted half of that precious time living with your bile and sour grapes. I'm not your man and I never will be. You are never going to drive a wedge between me and my woman. Now, are you going to leave, or am I calling the police?"
Shaking with frustration and embarrassment, Greg stomped out of the mansion without another word. Once the awful man was gone, Lorraine sank into her man's lap, looking exhausted.
"I know that I shouldn't have pulled rank in your home, but-" Before she could finish her apology, his wonderful tongue was in her mouth, swirling around enough to make her dizzy with delight. This is what she'd been missing this past week. And with no wannabe transsexual to interrupt them, the kiss spun out deliciously until Qudissya interrupted them for lunch. After eating, they hiked along the river, and just as Tyr had suspected, Lorraine Rutherford was delighted with the view. She took picture after picture of the river cutting through the mountains; it was a truly inspiring sight. Once they'd spent enough time communing with nature and each other, Raina made her call on video chat. Once the call went through the two actors just stared at each other.
"It's you," Keanu said, dismissing the two makeup artists in his trailer.
"I-if this is a bad time," she prefaced nervously. "It's just… you asked me to call you once I was finished reading the script."
"Yeah, I did. I just… I didn't expect you to actually do it." The two laughed nervously. "So… you're real."
"I could say the same thing about you, Neo," the woman said hastily. "I have to admit that I was flattered that you would take an interest in my decision. This movie sounds amazing."
"I think so too," Reeves laughed, relaxing on his couch. "It's funny, it's stylish, it's hip-"
"It's romantic when it needs to be without cramming romance down your throat," Raina grinned, finishing his sentence for him. "I was going to tell my Poppi to say yes to it. It would be an honor to work opposite you on this project." Keanu chuckled, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "No, seriously. You're famous! Why would you be willing to work with some never-was from 'that one movie five years ago'?"
"Never-was?"
"Oh, I don't consider myself a 'has-been', I consider myself a 'never-was'. My career never took off after Sunshine, even with everyone clamoring that it should have."
"Lorraine, I watched that 'one movie' to tatters, and I'm not the only one who did. You are a highly respected and nuanced actress. I think that you would be perfect for this role, and I'm glad that you agree."
"Raina," she said ruefully, her face on fire.
"I can call you-"
"Sure, why not? It's what my friends called me on set. It's what they would call me on the unit if I used my real name there."
"Oh! Well, thanks. I'd offer to let you call me by a nickname, but…"
"Your name is already so short. We'd end up with monosyllables and that would be just weird." The two laughed at the prospect.
"So… You're really going to work with me on this project?" The man said hopefully.
"I'd love to," she grinned happily, looking embarrassed and enraptured at the same time.
"Hold onto that expression, Raina. You're going to need it for the movie." The girl giggled and stood up out of her boyfriend's lap. She was barely holding onto the phone, she was so embarrassed and excited at the same time.
"I'll um… I'll see you on set, Mr. Reeves."
"Keanu. I insist you call me 'Keanu'." He smiled at the girl's giggle.
"O-okay," she grinned. "I-I'll see you on set. You should get back to whatever you were doing… Keanu," she finished in a nervous, excited rush.
"Yeah, I think I will," he grinned teasingly, grinning fit to burst when she ducked her head adorably before signing off. The girl giggled and started pacing, she was suddenly so nervous.
"Oh my gosh… I can't believe I did this! I'm going to be in a movie again!" she exclaimed, shaking her hands out as she continued to pace. "Look. Look! My palms are literally sweating, I'm so nervous. I can count on one hand the number of times that has happened in my life."
Tyr chuckled indulgently and stood up to take her sweaty palms in his. "Was I one of them, Sunshine?"
"You were all of them up until now," she blushed, fanning her face. "I still can't believe that I actually talked to the Keanu Reeves! Gosh, I'm shaking."
"Should I be jealous?" he asked.
"Why?" she asked blankly. He laughed and pulled her in for a deep, wet kiss. He didn't stop until she was leaning against him bonelessly.
"I won't be there to calm you down, Sweetness. You might actually explode with excitement when you meet Mr. Reeves." She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled against her man, breathing him in.
"Mmmmm… I love you. You're always looking out for me." Feeling every inch the male protector, he hugged his woman close and settled back into the chair that was his favorite thing in the house. It was heated, massaging, huge, and reclined into a bed at the touch of a button. Reclining it right now, he breathed in the floral scent of her hair and sighed in satisfaction as she called the Esters on video chat.
"Poppi, you were right! I want to do this movie! What do I have to do to make this happen?"
Jonathan laughed heartily at his adoptive daughter's statement. "Relax, honey. I knew you would like that script. I'll take care of everything. You just focus on getting to Quebec for the shoot next week. Are you taking Tyr with you?"
"No, Poppi. He just finished up a project and he's got about six more to consider. I'm a big girl. I can get myself to the shoot."
"Good girl," Jonathan praised her softly. He smiled when she gave her boyfriend an Eskimo kiss and laid her head against his massive chest, curling her fingers in his hair and humming happily. "You two should consider marriage, sweetheart. You could have this all the time."
"Oh, Daddy! We only started dating a few weeks ago. You'll just have to be patient for the wedding bells to ring. You don't want to scare him away, do you?"
Tyr tightened his hold on his woman. "Don't worry, Papa Johnny. I am very much enjoying my time with your daughter. I'll propose when the time is right."
Jonathan looked at their cozy position on the chair they were sitting on. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask the obvious question about her virginity, but he decided that their relationship was their own business and no one else's. Besides, she'll likely call Lila with a million questions when it happens, he thought firmly. "I'm glad you're taking care of my little girl," he said instead. "Lila has already explained what'll happen if you ever lose your resolve."
"The lady was quite clear," he said firmly, smiling as Raina snuggled against him. "As you can see, my woman is quite comfortable with me." Another of those suspicious glances at the couple, which he knew that Tyr was interpreting correctly, and he relented.
"Well, I will talk to the two of you later. Remember to call me if you have any problems getting to the shoot, okay, sweetheart?"
"I'll be fine, Daddy," she yawned. "You worry too much."
"It's my job to worry. I'm your father," he said firmly.
"Oh, Daddy," she said tiredly. "I wanna take a nap now. Night night."
"Night night, honey. I'll give your love to Mama, okay?" With that he hung up, a fond smile on his face. "We ready to get this show on the road, people?" The cast he was working with was beside themselves with excitement. By now everyone knew that there was only one girl that he considered himself a father to. So, Lorraine Rutherford was going to be acting in a film again? And which one? There were a ton of movies being filmed in and around Quebec at any given time. The Internet was buzzing with information and speculation about this by the end of the day. People were practically camped at the airport, waiting for a glimpse of the elusive movie star. Even as remotely located as Granite, Colorado was, people heard the news. Some actually approached Tyr for information, but he wasn't talking.
… …
Twas the night before the two had agreed that Raina would begin her drive to Montréal using a one-way rental car, that Tyr went out on a late-night snack run and Greg/Chantelle came back into Lorraine's life. The man had shaved his beard and mustache and was wearing a canary yellow, skin-tight jumpsuit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Every roll of fat was clearly visible; hell, she could practically count the wrinkles on his nuts, it was so tight! And he was also wearing even more makeup than before. In short, he looked like a hot mess but didn't seem to notice. There was something not quite sane in his eyes as he settled himself on the edge of the desk the girl was sitting at listening to music on her phone. Lorraine simply continued listening to her music, waiting to see what the man had planned for her. Greg did not disappoint.
"You'll never win him from me, you know," he said smugly. "Tyr-Kun and I have this cosmic connection that you can never touch. We-"
"Didn't he kick you out of this mansion three days ago?" she asked blandly.
"You kicked me out. Tyr-Kun only-"
"Tyr didn't stop me. It's his house and he could have stopped me, but he didn't. That should give you a clue as to his decision between you and me."
"No! Tyr is mine," Greg shouted angrily. He smiled at her flinch at his outburst. "I know that he loves me. I just need to finish with this transformation and-"
"And nothing, Chantelle," Raina snapped with a roll of her eyes. The track on the playlist she'd put together switched to Monica and Brandy's 'The Boy is Mine' and the two listened to the words.
"This is like you and me," Greg said in his usual simping drawl. Lorraine raised a brow at him coolly.
"You know, I usually don't like songs like this. While girl A and girl B are fighting over the guy, he's usually off banging girl C or guy A. But this time it seems appropriate, no? 'Cause he's mine."
"No, he's mine!" The two listened to the rest of the song while glaring at each other.
You need to give it up
Had about enough
It's not hard to see
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
"We were happy together," Greg said forcefully once the track changed. He wasn't satisfied with the conclusion of the song. There was no clear winner at the end. "Why did you have to come in and ruin everything?"
"You had Tyr's friendship. Something worth more than love and you pissed it away looking for more. Tyr likes women, Greg."
"Well, that just puts you right out of the running, doesn't it?" Greg said nastily.
Raina smirked. "You're out too, it seems. You being a guy and all."
"Not for long," Greg said proudly. "I'm just waiting for Dr. Ottoman to approve my surgery and hormone therapy and-"
"What part of this are you not understanding? You are a dude. You can change that all you want, but I was born with what you're trying to get. And the fact that you're only trying to get it to 'get the guy' is likely a huge red flag to your doctor, which is probably what's holding up your operation. It's a little sad and pathetic to make such a permanent change for the sake of a guy, any guy."
"It depends on the guy," he finally admitted grudgingly, something that he'd refused to get into with his psychiatrist. "We are meant to be, little girl. Nothing you do can-"
"There's nothing I need to do, Greg. Tyr loves me! He's made that clear; clear enough that even you - with your blinders on - should be able to see it. He loves girls. You're a guy! Case closed. And even if you were to change yourself to a girl for his sake, I've already got him and I'm not giving him up!"
At that, Greg made as if to strike his opponent, only stopping at the way she put her guard up and gave him a startlingly superior look.
"And here's the part where you prove that you are indeed a guy. See, we girls have to master the art of the verbal spar from a young age. And if you plan to be one of us, you'd better learn it quickly. I will tell you this, though. I grew up with four brothers. We all learned to brawl and I have kept up with my training. You put your hands on me, I'll lay your ass out on the floor."
"Tyr deserves better than some violent tomboy!"
"Perhaps," she shrugged. "But I am as much his choice as he is mine. We complete each other, and it helps that I was born a girl and can please him."
"Please! You didn't even 'please him' when you had the chance," Greg spat out angrily. "Now, if it had been me-"
"But it wasn't you, Greg. It's my life and I'm an actress, not a porn star."
"As if you could make it in the porn industry. You don't have the body or the brains for it." The effeminate man grinned smugly as if he'd just scored some cosmic point with that jab at her.
"Be that as it may, I am the one that he chooses, regardless of whether I'm willing to sleep with him at the moment. "You know that Tyr wants children, right? That's why this place is so big. I can give him that. You can't."
"We can always adopt-"
"No. I said Tyr wants children. Little ones with his stubborn chin and my eyes. See, Tyr likes females and you are a male. And you can do anything you want to that body of yours, but that doesn't change the fact that he doesn't identify as a gay man and he knows you as a man. I have everything you want to have and I don't share."
"You wouldn't know what to do with all that man in your bed. All you're going to do is ruin him for other women!"
Lorraine shrugged. "Maybe I am a lousy lay. But that doesn't change the fact that when stacked up against you, and all that I can offer him that you can't - all any real female can offer him… You lose. Every. Single. T-'' Greg punched her hard across the face in rage. He was relishing the look of flagrant shock on her face before her expressive brown eyes narrowed in fury and she punched him in the saggy gut. When he doubled over in pain - his jumpsuit splitting open as the material around his flabby gut gave up the ghost - she punched him in the cheek so that he went over in a heap on the floor. He looked up, blinking to clear the stars from his vision. She was standing over him, touching her eye where he'd gotten in that one good hit.
"I told you, if you put your hands on me, I'd lay your ass out on the floor. I ain't playing wit you! Get yo ass up so I can show you exactly how we roll Philly style!" Greg turned over and sat up in response, but refused to stand as she bade him. Instead, he fingered his cheek, looking at the girl accusingly.
"How dare you, you bitch! No one has ever-"
"Easy. You started it when you put your hands on me. I don't look for conflict, but I'm sho 'nuff in the habit of ending it when it's brought to me! Now, yo ass gonna stay down? 'Cause ain't nothin between us but space and opportunity. You wanna scrap, let's scrap!" Greg noticed that the usually erudite girl's language was getting more street and profane as she got more worked up. Then she seemed to notice something on her playlist and laughed, turning the song up.
…Queens shouldn't swing
If you know what I mean
But I'm bout to take my earrings off
Give me some Vaseline
I'm bout to go off in your face girl
You better chill
(Chill and I mean it)
You better back down before you get smacked down
You better chill
(You better relax yourself)
"Don't you come around sniffing after my man anymore," Raina warned, back in control of herself. "You might as well give him back his key the next time you see him. And I know that you'll make sure that you see him at least one more time. I intend to tell him all about tonight."
"You awful bitch! I think you broke my nose," Greg whined. "I'll see you in court you miserable cunt."
"Glass houses, darlin. You're the one that made this physical. Besides, no one is going to believe you to be the innocent here."
"What are you talking about? I am the innocent. You attacked me out of the blue and-"
"That's not what my video recording of this confrontation says. It's also not what the tons of other videos of your bad behavior say." The little cunt had the nerve to smile at his look of astonishment. "Why do you think I allowed your abuse to go on for so long? I wanted evidence. You have been trying to get rid of me since the day we met and you have not been subtle about it. That's right," she taunted him, "I knew that you would come at me eventually. This way, you don't have a leg to stand on in a court of law." Greg could only continue to gape at Tyr's girlfriend in a new light. Obviously, this chick had brains. He'd be lucky if he got away with not being sued himself.
"You cold-hearted-"
"Save it for the courtroom, Chantelle. And for God's sake, try wearing something that fits next time. You look disgusting in that getup. You need to lose at least sixty-five pounds for it to begin to look right on you. As it is, you look ridiculous trying to pull off this 'skintight leather' look. I'd look better in it than you do and I wouldn't be caught dead wearing something so revealing."
Before the man could retort, someone started a slow clap from the doorway. Both of them were caught off guard and turned to the sound. Tyr Anasazi was standing in the doorway, in a pair of slacks and a light sweater that somehow emphasized his bulging muscles and made him look simply delicious. The male on the floor actually started drooling when he saw him. He started to smile and winced at the bruise he could feel forming on his cheek. "Oh Tyr! You simply won't believe what your little friend did to me! It was awful; she punched me twice!" With that announcement, he got to his feet and ran to the man. He tried to throw his arms around the homeowner's neck and hide behind him as if Lorraine was about to attack him again, but Tyr simply grabbed his hands and pushed him away. The effeminate man blinked at the gesture, looking up at Tyr's forbidding expression. "What's the matter, baby? Didn't you hear me, Tyr-Kun? That horrible tramp-"
"Don't talk about my woman like that," he said sternly. Greg reeled back as if slapped. "Give me my key back. Consider this our final meeting." Greg was flabbergasted, too distraught to even speak. "I saw the whole thing, Greg. I watched you attack my love for telling you the truth. I thought that seeing me with my woman would make you understand that we would never be more than friends. I thought that you would come to understand that even if you transformed into the hottest woman on the planet, I could never love you the way you want me to. I figured that eventually you would figure it out for yourself; especially after I kicked you out of my house, yet here you are again, bothering me by upsetting my woman."
"So here it is, plain and simple. I do not love you. I will never love you, no matter what you do to yourself. I will not suddenly change my mind about us when I see your transformation. I know that you staged your drowning to capture my heart, but this isn't an anime. This is my life and I am in love with someone else. I belong to her, body and soul, and just like my Sunshine said: you lose every single time." Greg was only staring at his love by now, shaking his head in denial.
"But you're… my chocolate angel…"
"I've never been your anything. I'm her Honeybear. Find someone else to obsess over. I'm sick of it. Get out of my home. I never want to see you again."
"I'll die without you, Tyr-kun," he whispered quietly. "You're the best thing in my life."
"I don't care. I accepted you; your cross-dressing, your makeup wearing with a beard and mustache, your strange voice… I accepted all of that for friendship's sake. You have refused to accept me for who I am; a man who is not in love with you. So, it's over. Get off my property and out of my life."
"Please, Tyr. Just give me a chance. I can love you so much better than she can."
"You still don't get it. I never want to see you again. Keep the key. I'm changing my locks and getting a restraining order against you. You're not the kind of friend, not the kind of person that I want to be associated with anymore. Get out of my home before I call the cops." The man broke down sobbing at this final dose of reality. He walked slowly to the door, crying ugly, jagged sobs of pure misery. He stopped at the door jamb and started singing through his tears in a strange, keening falsetto that would have made dogs howl if any were around.
You're still my man
And nothing can change it
We still belong together
You're still-
"Jesus! And you can't sing," Raina said flippantly, covering her ears. "Will you get out of here already?" Greg glared at the girl who'd stolen his world from him. She seemed unaffected by his hatred. His big dramatic exit stolen, he chose to slam the door hard enough to rattle the windows. Unfortunately for him, this mansion was built with windy, harsh Colorado winters in mind. Nothing was displaced by his exit.
Raina watched Greg leave dispassionately. Part of her wondered idly if he would go through with his suicide threat, but she dismissed the possibility with a shrug. Greg's mental state wasn't Tyr's responsibility to fix. The fact that the coward was trying to make it seem that way was the worst kind of selfishness.
"God, that is one of Whitney Houston's worst songs. Right up there with the entire Bodyguard soundtrack. I can't believe he tried to go out on that note. What a loser!" The girl tried for a laugh to lighten the mood but choked on her laughter when her boyfriend was suddenly right in front of her. "T-Tyr?" He was staring at her intensely and with no small amount of hunger. She cleared her throat and tried again to take the emotional temperature down. "Tyr?" she whispered, feeling vulnerable and very young as he only continued to stare at her like that.
Tyr only shook his head slightly at the repetition of his name. He was in disbelief. He'd caught Greg sneaking into his house on his way back from his snack run. He'd therefore witnessed the entire confrontation. Did his Raina truly think so little of herself? A lousy lay? A violent tomboy? Greg had said some truly hurtful things to her, and his woman hadn't bothered to deny them. It was disheartening to hear what she really thought of herself. He'd left the pretzels and ice cream in the car; it was still late Spring and therefore cool enough to leave them for a little while. Her self-esteem was more important than anything at this point.
"Do you truly believe the things Greg said about you, Sunshine?" he asked in concern. She only shrugged in embarrassment.
"I've been called worse, Honeybear," she shrugged again, moving around the man towards the front door. "Um… You got the ice cream I asked for, didn't you? We should-"
"It'll keep," Tyr said, wrapping his arm around her waist firmly.
"Tyr, I…" He leaned in close and hushed her, pulling her into his arms by the waist before picking her up bridal style and carrying her to his room. Once she was in front of his full-length mirror, he slid her sexily down his front before turning her to face herself in the reflective surface. She automatically turned away and he planted her back in front of the mirror, holding her in place with his hands on her hips.
"Look at yourself, Sunshine," he waited until she met his eyes in the mirror after giving herself a cursory glance. "You are so beautiful, so precious to me." At that, the girl attempted to look away, but Tyr held her teary gaze. "You are. And it's not just your inner beauty that has me captivated. Do you have any idea what I see when I look at you, Sweetness?" The man started to raise her shirt. Her reaction was immediate. Raina gasped and covered his hands with her own, trapping him in place and looking panicked. "Lorraine. My wonderful, chocolatey Sunshine. I need you to trust me. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want you to see what I see when I look at you." Eyes still locked on hers, he leaned in close until he was right beside her left ear. "Trust me," he breathed.
The girl shuddered against him, her body quaking with fear as he slowly lifted the bottom of her shirt over her abs and breasts before pulling it over her tight bun. What he found under the shirt was a sleeveless undershirt over her bra. He sighed. "Cold?" His woman didn't seem to have the presence of mind to lie, shaking her head while still trembling. "I won't require you to be naked for this exercise, Sunshine, but I am going to have to require another layer be removed," he whispered against her ear. "I want to see your stomach." Again, he went slowly, removing her thin undershirt until only her bra remained. Then he started on her pants and long johns. Soon only her bra and underwear remained. Smiling happily, he smoothed his wonderfully calloused hands over her honey-golden skin, absorbing her continued shudders.
"There, love. All of this belongs to me. And not one inch of it is ugly or undesirable." Eyes still locked on hers, he kissed her neck to the end of her shoulder, sighing with pleasure when she moaned. She tried to cover her mouth but their hands were still intertwined. He continued around her back as he moved their hands over her firm abs and sides. He reached her other shoulder around the same time that their fingers dipped into her belly button. Her legs gave out and he chuckled as he picked her up out of the pile of fabric on the floor in front of the mirror. He then calmed her with a slow kiss as he laid her out on his bed. She was still trembling but looked halfway to ecstasy, so he didn't worry about it too much.
"Perhaps 'sensitive angel' would be a better moniker for you," he murmured softly against her plump lips. "Did you notice any part of you that I was repulsed by?" he asked gently, continuing his exploration of her exquisite body. She couldn't speak, she was so busy gasping for air. "Good girl. Just let me guide the way, my beautiful Sunshine. I'm not going to hurt you." He ignored her quaking, placing kiss after drugging kiss on her perfect skin. His hands found hers and wound into them as he explored this fascinating new canvas. She'd never allowed him to see her like this. Even during their 'sex scene' she'd been quite private about her body. The push and retreat between the two of them had caused the sexual tension that made that scene work so well. But he wasn't going to let her hide from him this time. She was officially his and suffering from intense low self-esteem from the looks of things. He wouldn't make love to her, but he couldn't allow things to continue that way between them.
"You are not some violent tomboy," he said firmly between kisses. "You are fiercely protective of yourself and others." He suckled her tongue until she whimpered for him, then pulled back and started his exploration of her belly "Everything about you is feminine and wonderful, Sunshine. I never want to hear of you just accepting slurs against your beautiful body again, understand?" She was still beyond words, moaning and whimpering as he touched her sensitive body over and over again. Requiring a response, he lifted up and suckled her tongue again, pressing his hard phallus against her open legs. She squealed when their clothed sexes touched, bucking against him. "Answer the question, Bliss," he said with a groan.
"Yes," she cried out in rapture, rubbing herself against him mindlessly.
"Good girl," he whispered against her lips, remembering that he wasn't going to fuck her senseless tonight by some miracle. The man lifted himself out of the cradle of her body and resumed his exploration of her tight, quaking abdomen. His hands were smoothing over her supple thighs; her panties were soaked in her juices, but he somehow managed to resist temptation. "You are my perfect match, little one. I will have you screaming on your back, full of me in time. But for now, I am satisfied with what you are willing to give me. I want these soft lips," he said sweetly, kissing her yet again. "I want these firm shoulders, this soft neck." Tyr licked and suckled her upper body, careful not to leave marks on her. "I greatly desire your delicious-looking breasts." He nuzzled against her clothed breasts, grinning when she bucked against him with a needy moan. "I am in awe of your firm stomach, Sunshine." With that, he started kissing and suckling her belly as she writhed under him. When he stuck his tongue in her belly button, the girl screamed, her back arching off the bed as she orgasmed.
Unable to resist anymore, Tyr pushed her limber legs up against her shoulders while wiggling so that he could breathe in the sweet perfume of her nectar. He felt drunk off her scent, and by God, if he couldn't slide his thick, throbbing manhood into her at the moment, he was going to get something in there! He ripped her soaked panties off, tossing them over his shoulder and onto the floor as he stuffed his face with her dripping pussy. After that, nothing mattered anymore. She was bucking against his mouth and screaming with abandon. As for Tyr, he was in heaven, licking and slurping at her hungrily, his greedy mouth and tongue devouring her as she hollered for more.
He wasn't sure how long he consumed her, her juices escaping to her knees, soaking his locks. She tasted like nothing he'd ever experienced and he was instantly addicted to her. If the way she had those strong legs of hers wrapped around his head, pulsating against his face, said anything, the bellowing woman was enjoying herself thoroughly. He looked up as he continued to pleasure her and noticed that her hands were wrapped around the headboard, practically kneading the wood as she writhed against him. There was a look of tortured elation on her face that pushed him to the limit. The two came together, Tyr creaming his pants like an adolescent while Raina covered his head in her nectar. She shook a little longer before she passed out. The man chuckled and began the arduous task of cleaning her up, a task made impossible by her sensitivity to his tongue.
After a while, he gave up and stood to shower. He cleaned his body and hair, impressed with how wet she had been. His Sensitive Angel indeed. Once he was clean and had emptied himself completely so as to be comfortable in the night, Tyr headed back to the room. Lorraine was right where he'd left her, stretched out like some overfed kitten. She was purring in her sleep, something that brought a smile to his face. Picking her up, he put her under the covers; his top quilt was soaked in her essence where she'd been laying. He followed her into blessed oblivion soon after, the snacks in the back seat of his car forgotten.
When Tyr woke up the next morning, it was in a cold, empty bed. Somehow she'd gotten out of his hold on her, her clothes gone off the floor.
"Sunshine?" he called, pulling on a pair of jeans so that he wouldn't shock her when he found her. He searched every room, but she was gone as if she was never there. The room she'd been sleeping in was perfectly made up. Even the car the two had gone to the dealership to rent for her twenty-nine-hour drive to Montréal was gone from the driveway. Damnit! Why hadn't he boxed her in so that she couldn't escape when he came back last night? Coming back to his bedroom, he punched the wall, furious that he'd scared her away. As he turned, he noticed something white and lacy tangled in the quilt he'd thrown off last night. He uncovered her panties like an archeologist unearthing priceless treasure. They were dry by now, of course. But he could remember the feel of them when they hadn't been. He would fix this. His lady was likely just a little scared and confused right now. They'd never done anything like that before. He'd give her some time - but not too much - and call her. He refused to have her going up to Canada feeling cheap or used. Pocketing the underwear, he whistled as he started his day.
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