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NOTE: This chapter's smutty. It's still relatively vanilla (as in human x human) but that won't last forever. Also feels.

Chap. 34 : Pewter City Shine

Despite his tiredness the night before (admittedly, probably nothing compared to Elle's), Alex woke up fairly early the next day, before the sun had begun to lighten the horizon over Mt. Fennel. As their penthouse suite's windowed exterior wall faced south, it was a bit hard to tell, but this early there wasn't even much light coming from the city below them to compete, so he was reasonably sure without looking that there was still an hour or more before dawn. He had to squint to make out the red glow of the clock on Elle's side of the bed because his eyes were still tired from straining to watch all the fast-aced action the day before. Four forty-five, he groaned internally, way to fucking early to be up. But that dream, again... Always that dream.

It was, unfortunately, one he was rather used to. It was bittersweet, simultaneously reliving one of the worst days of his life, and one of the best that just happened to be the same day.

The day he lost his virginity... and the day he lost his mother.

Alex Ward had been a bit of a prick, and he knew it. He had grown up arrogant, thinking that his father's relative wealth would secure a fine future, above the masses he had watched from afar. He even knew that he their family, while in the upper crust, weren't anywhere near the top of that. They had the money to live in relative luxury, but they would never, ever be confused with the true elites of the world, not even in the relatively liberal, free-thinking Pacific Mega-City. Equally true, they would not- could not- be confused for the masses that thronged the streets of the megalopolis.

Like the Feldmans.

Colt had been his only real friend when they were younger, the child of their family's housekeeper, he had spent a good portion of each day at the Ward's upscale home, and grown used to the luxury of it compared to their own family's small apartment in the larger city. They had started growing apart more recently, as Colt Feldman had made some new friends out of his school.

Friends his own mother did not approve of, and definitely friends that Alex's parents did not like. Alex himself understood, at least somewhat, in the way a teenage boy might. He was the heir to a rather powerful, if not hugely influential, shipping company with work around the world and especially all across Pacific Mega-City. He had a bit of a reputation to uphold for his father, after all, and could not be seen running around with gang-bangers, addicts, and the lower class.

But the worst nail in the coffin of their long friendship had been the day, six weeks earlier, that Alex had admitted to Colt that he had a crush on the other boy's older sister, who was starting to come more and more often with their mother to help clean the house as Mrs. Feldman was getting a bit older.

He was seventeen, Cora was about to turn twenty next month. Mrs. Feldman, who had a cold, had gone home earlier in the day to leave Cora herself to finish the work of cleaning Alex's bedroom.

Yes, Alex was a bit of a prick even at seventeen, and his crush was about as mature as he was: Purely physical. He liked Cora, they were even almost friends, but mostly he just liked to watch as she bent and turned and, if he thought he could get away with it, lightly touch himself as a warm-up for when she left.

That day, things had happened a little differently. He had been caught, seen, rubbing his semi-hard cock through his new jeans while the girl was bending over to pick up a game console interface he'd left there for just that purpose.

Cora had turned red in the face, calmly set it down where it belonged, then strode over to the door and left without finishing his room. She didn't even bother shutting the door.

He wasn't worried, though. It would be her word against his if she complained, but he doubted she would. Cora had eyed him once or twice too, he was sure of it. She seemed to like him, anyway, at least a little, because she always took longer to clean his room than any other in the house.

The worst thing she could do would be to complain to his mother. His father only cared that Alex seemed willing to take up the reigns of the company when he was older, and interacted with his son purely for that purpose.

Celes Ward was the epitome of a trophy wife as far as appearances were concerned, but Alex knew his mother was just as business savvy and astute as his father. If anything, she was even better, because his mother was still relatively young (nearly a decade and a half younger than his father, at any rate- closer to Alex's age than his father's, too), beautiful, and she had a head for political maneuvering, too.

Sometimes, he had heard his father lament that Celes wasn't a little more ambitious, or he'd have recommended she lead the company for a while before Alex took over.

But to Alex, she was simply his mother. Kind, beautiful, caring, and the one who looked after him no matter what.

He was in the middle of jerking off thinking about Cora when the call came in. From his father, of course. Not someone he could put off, not even for that.

"Alex here. What can I do for you, Father?" A formal greeting for a formal man, who preferred niceties and manners whenever possible.

Alex waited patiently, though he knew it wouldn't be a long wait. His father was many things, but someone who dilly-dallied or wasted time was not one of them. Still, he sounded... different, with the first words he spoke, and the younger man felt a strong, sudden sinking sensation in his gut. "Your mother was involved in a mugging. She's dead."

Cold. He could only remember feeling cold and empty. His father kept talking, for at least ten minutes, but Alex said nothing. Heard nothing, either.

Eventually, the line went dead. His whole world had just changed. His mother was dead.

Gone.

About an hour later, Cora, with tears running down her own face, came into his room. But he didn't care to stare at her body. His own tears would not fall, even though Alex himself, even at seventeen, knew they should be pouring out. When she explained what his father had just told her, had tried to tell him, he listened.

Celes Ward had tried to stop someone from robbing an innocent woman. She'd played her name, her position, even called the Pacific Mega-City Public Security office, who had rushed officers over.

It hadn't mattered. The man who had killed her was in custody, but she was dead, for trying to help someone else.

When Cora Feldman hugged Alex, he had hugged her back. Kissed her.

That night, they had had sex for the first time, for each of them. It was awkward, painful, not at all rewarding, but somehow he felt a little better about things when he woke up the next morning.

Even if his father was furious that he would stoop that low, when, in the old man's eyes, he could 'do better'.

It didn't matter to him, Alex thought, that he was distraught, that Cora had needed him as much as he'd needed her. It didn't matter that his wife of eighteen years was gone, or the mother of his son. At least, that's what Alex believed.

All he really knew was that his father was upset, at him, and for a piss-poor reason. No, that wasn't all. He also knew his mother had died trying to save someone else.

It was an easy call for him to decide who he would rather emulate going forward.

His greedy, asshole father who only cared about his socioeconomic standing, how he was seen by the public, and his actual wealth... or his mother, who cared. About everyone.

That day was the worst and the best of Alex's life for a dozen reasons, not least of which was because it was the start of he and Cora's abortive sexual relationship. It was the day he lost his mother, too...

But more importantly, it was the day he changed.

Alex sighed in relaxed bliss as Elle shifted against him. He had been awake for an hour and a half now, but still wasn't quite ready to get up. Aside from the faint mustiness of their two bodies that had been trapped, naked, beneath the blankets for most of the night, there was almost no reason to get up. He didn't even have to pee, since he had when he first woke up, and his hunger was low after feasting on so many tacos the night before.

He didn't remember drifting back to sleep. In fact, he was pretty sure he'd stayed awake after that, but the memories that had been pulled up with his dream- that dream, again- always left him sleepless.

Things were, mostly, better now. He understood his father a lot better, at least. While he and Cora had only been intimate for a couple of weeks at most before they realized they just wouldn't work... that he was too young still, and in grief and mourning over his mother, that he was using her and her body to mute what he was feeling rather than process it, that relationship had ended quickly.

There'd even been months of awkwardness, even if now it was one of his fondest memories and he still thought about her that way on occasion. Frequently, before he'd started the Special Beta Test. Now, with Elle, and even Pokémon to fuck, if he wanted to, that was a somewhat lesser concern. He hoped that, when he next went home, Cora would still be there. That they'd still be friends.

But he wasn't sure. Alex wasn't even sure he wanted her to be. Maybe it would be easier, on both of them, if they just... stopped? Everything?

Let the Board figure out what to do with the company after his father died. Let his father give control to Cora, which is what he thought should happen. She'd been educated, at least in part, thanks to his mother's generosity, but also at her knee, learning business and politics alongside Alex himself.

If anything, her temperament (her tempter, too) would serve her better in the boardroom than Alex himself thought he could do. Yes, he'd been raised to lead the company from birth, but he'd never truly wanted to, and had never put his all into the lessons, either.

Cora? She had.

She deserved it. She deserved... well, better than him, that was for sure. Even if he loved her still in some way (and he was mature enough to admit, now, that he did and probably always would), he had mostly moved on. The young woman who was curled up against him, breathing softly onto his chest, was the largest part of that.

Staring up at the darkened ceiling of the penthouse suite of the finest (at least, best rated) hotel in Pewter City, Alex came to a distinct realization. He was definitely in love with Elle Berkman. Quirky, kind, way too smart for her own good, mischievous, fun-loving, beautiful, and even skilled. She'd gotten her first badge before him, at any rate, and done so with style even if it was a close call.

That she was as kinky a person as he'd ever known, easily the equal to his own perversions (which, at one point, he'd thought of as most extreme), was a further icing on the cake of his new life.

Speaking of perversions...

Elle's soft hand wrapped around his dick again, and gave it a squeeze. "I love morning wood," she murmured quietly, "keep it hard for me, I gotta pee. I'll be right back. Uh... maybe after I brush my teeth."

He wanted to tell her not to bother, that she'd just need to again after she swallowed his load, but felt he could let it be this time, as Elle scurried from beneath the blankets, her tight rear bouncing as she went for the bathroom just off the main bedroom.

Why had they sprung for a penthouse suite with more than one bedroom and all the amenities, again?

They even had their own jacuzzi!

… Oh, right, it was because of that jacuzzi. Elle was a horny girl, alright, even though they'd only had fun in it once so far. The room service, the nice bed, the décor, the space, even the view, were all great... but it was Elle and the memories of that hot tub that made the place special.

He grinned and put his hands behind his head, stretching out against the sinfully comfortable satin sheets, uncaring that his toes pulled the blankets half-way down his chest. It wasn't like the room was cold, anyway.

Elle seemed to appreciate the view when she came back a couple of minutes later too, because her voice was particularly sultry as she said, "Please tell me you're as horny as I am. Because I really, really wanna cum."

"I probably am," Alex replied, and sent her a searing look as he pushed the blankets further down to reveal his now fully-straining erection that stood tall toward the sky. Seeing Elle there, casually naked in their room, was just enough to set him on fire.

"Good," Elle shot back, then almost ran across the room and threw herself over him, "Because right now, I'm not sure if I want to wait. I need you."

Her body writhed over his, her lust-slick folds dragged a shimmering trail over his thigh and then onto his shaft, but his hands on her rear brought the girl up cold. It took all his strength to do it, too. Not physical, but emotional, mental. "Elle," Alex told her quietly, "I'm... I'm absolutely ready to go all the way, but I want you to keep your promise. I don't want you to regret it. It's one more day. Maybe not even all day."

Elle went still, or at least she stopped kissing his chest for several seconds as her breathing slowed. Then she sat up, straddling him, and Alex thought for a moment that she was going to push him into her body anyway. The smoky look in her normally bright blue eyes told him plainly she was just as frustrated as he was. Then her eyes drifted closed, and she spoke in a near-whisper without opening them again, "You're... you're right. I want to wait, just a little longer. Thanks, Alex."

"For stopping you? Believe me, I feel like an idiot for doing it right now," he told her.

That made the girl smile, and she opened her eyes again, then pressed her hands into his chest and ground her pussy against his shaft once, taking care to keep him outside. "I... I mean it. Do you know how many guys wouldn't turn down a girl throwing themselves at them like that? Especially one they like, or as cute as me? And you did it because you... well, because you respect my choices."

"Yeah, but-"

"Hold on," she interrupted, shifting one hand to put a finger against his lips for a moment, then ground herself on him again, this time in a small oval that made his cock throb. "Let me finish. Guys like you- men like you- are really, really rare, Alex. And I... I want you to know that it means a lot to me. I know what I said about other guys, and Pokémon. But only if you're okay with it. I'd be fine with just you. But I still want you to have fun with whoever, whenever. I... I dreamed about my mom."

Alex blinked. "I... dreamed about mine, too. And the girl I, uh, first had sex with. Cora."

"Your dad's caretaker?"

He nodded, having forgotten that he'd mentioned his first real crush in one of their many, long conversations on the road. He was a little surprised she remembered, too, but that was just the kind of girl Elle was. "I... well, I dreamed of the day she died. That was the first time we did it- Cora and me. We lasted about two weeks? Maybe a little less."

Elle rubbed herself up and down again, then cocked her head curiously, "Why didn't you stay together?"

Alex could only shrug as his hands landed on the petite girl's toned thighs. "Different people, I guess? I lo- well, I lusted after her, for sure. I still, uh, do... a bit. I miss her, the friendship we had, but... I don't think we'd have worked out. We're still friends, but not as close as we were. And we... we got together on the worst day of my life so far. I still think I was mostly a pity fuck for her. Grief... doesn't help people make smart decisions."

Elle nodded slowly, and he saw a tear gather in her left eye that he gently wiped away with the pad of his thumb, though her small motions against him never stopped or slowed. "I forget sometimes both of us have lost our mothers. At least your dad's not an asshole."

With a snort, Alex smiled, then sat up and pulled Elle against him as he scooted back to the headboard. He kissed her softly, then murmured, "He's an asshole, but not the same kind yours is. Mine's just... he always seemed like he cared more for appearances and his reputation, or making our company grow, more than me or even mom."

"I guess my dad was the same at first. He was mostly just working a lot, but when mom died, it was like... like he just disappeared from home. Work, sleep, work, sleep. I was twelve. What was I supposed to do? So I started hacking- I was good at it. Got caught once, spent a year in Juvenile Detention, got out, and kept clean. Mostly. Mostly, I didn't get caught again. Heh. Then... well, he started yelling when he was home. Always drunk... I had to leave."

"Sorry," Alex told her quietly, "I hate... I hate that I wasn't there. To help, or..."

Elle only shrugged, frowning down at him. "Don't blame yourself for something you didn't know anything about, dummy. You didn't know, you couldn't have known. If my dad wasn't such a drunk, I think things would've been... well, not great but alright. At least he wasn't into harder chems."

"And thank heavens for that," Alex sighed. "My parents, either."

He yelped when a sudden weight shift pressed Elle hard against his shaft, nearly painfully, before the pressure vanished. "Come on," Elle said with a grin as she hopped off the bed and offered a hand. "No more moping. You've gotta get a good breakfast, then we need to head for the gym. But first, we both have to cum... and I've just the right idea."

Alex couldn't help but smile even though her demeanor seemed a little forced, because Elle's happiness- even if it was partially fake- was just too cute. He let her 'help' him out of the bed and to his feet, then tug him not toward the bathroom, but out onto the balcony. He hesitated at the door for only a moment as he remembered both of them were sky-clad and that Pewter was a big city, that the hotel was surrounded by buildings as tall as it was.

Anyone with a window- and there were a lot of windows- facing them would be able to see her, see him. Still, the jacuzzi was right there, and-

And she wasn't going for it.

Instead, Elle pulled him directly to the railing, then to face her as she faced him right next to it. "Now people can get a free show if they want," she told him, her cheeks turning a bit pink from the heat and embarrassment of it.

"I knew you were an exhibitionist, too," Alex chuckled, "but isn't this a bit much?"
"Not yet it's not. Come on, kiss me... finger me. I want something inside me, even if it's just one knuckle."

Alex moaned as her fingers closed around his semi, which had only just started to soften a little with the brisk walk and somber topic, but returned to full mast the moment her cool fingers touched him. She started stroking quickly, twisting her palm and fingers around his shaft as she leaned up to kiss him back.

One of his hands drifted down her back, running through her hair and then down across the curve of her buttocks before it gripped one and pulled, squeezing... he could just feel the heat of her core at the end of his three larger fingers, and she moaned too as the folds opened slightly at his touch. His other hand cupped one of her small mounds, sliding and pressing it into her ribs for a moment before he reversed direction, then pinched the girl's pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Alex," Elle moaned, and her grip tightened, "I swear... if you don't..."
She trailed off. He couldn't resist teasing her as he pressed a kiss next to her neck, suckling at it hard, with enough of a nibble to cause a stark purple bruise in one spot. He wanted to claim her, mark her... make her his. This would have to do for now, at least. "Do what, Elle?" he prompted after his hickey was forming.

"If you don't, ugh, that's... you're such a fucking tease! If you don't get your- mm- Badge today, I'm going to fuck Kole before you."

"You're such a horny girl," he chuckled against her neck, then kissed the already darkening spot gently before he pulled back a little, and the hand on her breast drifted lower to go flat against her belly. "You'd let a Growlithe put its cum in your womb, huh?"

"Not like- not like it can get me pregnant," Elle moaned, and he gave her ass a squeeze again in response.

"Well, Kole will have to wait- if I ever let him. You're mine, Elle. Mine. I'll get that Badge, you just wait. Steel-type's got nothing on how hard you make me."

"Your puns suck, old man," Elle teased, though her hips ground against his thigh.

"Not as much as you're gonna suck it, if you don't start behaving, little girl," he shot back.

Elle's eyes danced with mirth and happiness as he said it. Then she leaned up her on toes again and whispered in his ear, "Would you like that, Daddy? If your little girl sucked your big, fat cock?"

Alex went still. Did she just...?

Then the blonde laughed, high and clear like a bell as she went down to her feet. "Well, sorry, Daddy... no sucking today. At least, not yet. I have... something else in mind."

"Oh? What's that?"

She frowned a bit, probably disappointed that he wasn't going along with her role-play, then waved her left hand out over the city. "I said I wanted to give them a show... so... back up a bit."

He gave her a single step of room, and Elle used it to face the railing. Her hands clasped the top bar firmly, then rose in comparison to her body as it bent, her feet moving back from the edge to accommodate her movement. When she stopped, Elle was bent over at almost ninety degrees, her tiny tits facing the street far below, barely masked by her long, golden hair. Then she spread her legs a little, and looked over her shoulder, "Put your thing between my legs, Daddy... not in me, just on me. Against me, please. Please, Daddy!"

Alex was harder than he wanted to admit, and not just because his all-but-lover was right there, publicly presenting herself for him, but also the game she was putting on for him alone. He swallowed, "Got some Daddy issues, huh? Well... if this will help, I supposed I can help, um, use my Discipline Rod to help straighten you out."

Elle giggled, "Discipline Rod? Really? Nerd... but do it, Daddy. Spank me with your rod, then put it between my legs, please, please, please!"

With Elle begging, Alex didn't feel he had much choice, so he stepped behind her obediently, and tried to put the city around them out of his mind as he took hold of the base of his erection, then slapped Elle's butt-cheeks with it a couple of times each, hard enough to be a little uncomfortable for him... and hard enough to make her firm glutes jiggle delightfully.

But he didn't put it between her legs. Instead, Alex pressed his erection into the larger crack, and held it there as he gave a few slow pumps.

"Hot-dogging? Fucking hot," Elle moaned, sending him a final glance before she let her head hang down and rocked her body back against his. "Wish it felt a bit better for me, but I bet it's super sexy."

"It is," Alex told her, then gave her one more stroke, relishing the heat and softness of her pert, firm rear.

To his left, someone coughed.

Alex and Elle's heads both shot in that direction to see an older gentleman, probably in his mid to late fifties, with a steaming mug of something in his hands as he leaned over his own railing to watch. "Don't mind me, young folk," the man chuckled, "Carry on."

Alex didn't move.

Elle hesitated... then looked back at him. "I said I wanted to give people a show, Alex... put it between my legs. I want to feel you against me. Ride my thighs like you're fucking me. Please, please... Daddy."

He groaned as the old man laughed again quietly. Without looking directly, he couldn't be sure, but Alex thought he'd waved a hand to urge them on again. "Dirty girl," he told Elle quietly, "not that it's a surprise at this point. If you want him to think we're fucking, that's up to you."

"I do," she whispered.

He nodded, and did as she asked, pulling back just far enough to push the throbbing, swollen head of his dick down her taint, soft and tender, to where her pussy lips molded and flexed around him... he was almost there, so close, if he just twitched the slightest bit forward, or she back, he'd be inside her, but... but he had to wait. Then lower, and as soon as his cap hit her clitoris, Elle moaned, "So warm..."

She closed her legs then, trapping his length between her muscular thighs, and pushed back so her ass pressed against his hips. "Arceus," she whispered, "that's... even that's so fucking good, Alex."

"I know," he groaned, and his hands fell onto her hips as if they were made to rest there. He supposed, in a way, they were: Elle was perfect for him in almost every way. Even frotting her, with just the one thrust, had nearly made him climax. But he wanted more.

He slid back, uncaring that there was no spit or other lubricant between them. Elle was already providing more than enough, and it coated the insides of both of her thighs, and was soon running across and even beneath his entire cock by the fourth stroke.

Dimly, Alex became aware of the old man setting his mug down, and one hand disappeared while the other continued to brace him as he watched their bodies move together. He stroked faster, unable to hold back for long, and Elle moved with him, her own body rising in heat, which almost seemed to evaporate with the strength of friction and the cool morning air of Pewter. Was the old man... actually jerking off? There was a slight shake to the visible shoulder, and his mouth was hanging open a little. It seemed likely.

He was starting to see the appeal for Elle, even if he wasn't into it himself. He leaned down a little to run a hand around her torso and cup the breast nearest the old man, then gave it a squeeze. "He's watching, I think he's jacking off."
"Fff-ffuuuuuck," Elle moaned, "I keep- ah- keep thinking about- a- a dozen or so- people who've seen in the- the buildings, and- fuck, Alex... Alex, I'm- I'm gonna cum soon."

"Shit, I'm not gonna last much longer either," he responded, and he felt her thighs flexing and tensing every time he pushed in, then relaxing a little as he pulled back. If it was deliberate, then he was sure Elle would be a truly astounding lover in short order. Even if it was subconscious, it increased his sensation so much more!

"I want to- I want you to cum all over me," Elle moaned, "paint me white, Alex! Cover me in cum like Kole and Surtr did!"

"N- No," Alex grunted, and yanked himself free.

He wanted to, he really did- but Elle wanted a show, didn't she? "Come here, baby," he told her, then physically lifted Elle with both arms around her narrow waist. With only a minor effort due to the size difference, Alex turned her to face the old man, then took several steps closer. "Sorry if this blocks your view man, but she gets really weak in the knees when she climaxes."

The old gentleman only watched as Alex stepped a little closer, then turned to sit down on the stairs of the jacuzzi that faced the open air with his legs spread a little. Elle's quickly moved on either side of his, fully opening herself to- well, everyone high enough and looking in their direction. A Spearow flapped by a little overhead, but Alex was beyond caring.

A moment later, the old man's face came back into view, he was clearly leaning back and to the side to see, but now Alex and Elle could both see him clearly in return. "Got yourself a real looker there, chap," he pointed out unnecessarily.

"Believe me, I know," Alex grunted as Elle, with her legs wide open to show her pussy that was only covered by Alex's thick shaft, used one hand on his thigh to steady herself as she started bouncing up and down just as if she were fucking him, while the other kneaded her other tit, the one Alex wasn't occupied with.

For him, the pleasure had taken a sharp drop, but Elle didn't seem to mind. It only prolonged his own orgasm anyway... even if only for a minute or two. She was just too hot, too sexy, and he wanted her so very badly. With one hand free, he slipped it around Elle's waist to rest just above the top of her glistening slit, and started rubbing it side to side in small motions, far faster than her own rapid rise and fall.

"Ah- Alex! Alex, I'm- I'm cum- I'm cumming! I'm cumming for you with someone watching me, cumming all over your cock!"

Her legs shook, trembled, and her hips switched from bouncing to jerking back and forward spasmodically, while the hand on her breast moved to cover the one he was frigging her with. Her head fell back onto his shoulder as she cried out again, a shapeless sound of pure ecstasy that ended with her panting, eyes closed, and her legs locked tightly around him again.

Heedless of her slight weight, Alex started thrusting, bouncing his and her bodies up together, fucking her thighs hard and fast.

Ten feet away, maybe twelve, the old man grunted twice, and the slight shaking slowed, then stopped. But he didn't stop watching.

"Oh, Arceus, I'm- I'm gonna cum again, Alex, I'm- Oh, fuck, fuck, shit, I- don't stop, don't fucking stop, I-"

It was enough. His release happened powerfully, and Alex's own strong arms locked around hers in turn as he held her body still aside from where she jerked and spasmed a second time when he climaxed. Six jets, strong and high, arced upward only to come down and splatter all over Elle's left cheek, both breasts, between them, almost the center of her abdomen, and the last where his hand had just been, right over her clit, narrowly avoiding two of his fingers.

When he could register reality again, the old man was clapping, but out of sight. "Nice show, kids! Worth paying for, so here's a tip!"

Then the same old hand he'd seen holding a mug threw a wad of bills around the wall.

What the hell...?

After taking a few minutes to recover, Elle stood on still-shaking legs and bent, showing him her swollen, pink and shining pussy as she picked them up, then turned to face him, showing Alex her semen-streaked front, too. It was... well, he was already getting hard again, that's what it was. Enough to do that.

"Why'd he throw us five thousand? Did he think we were doing a porno?"

Alex didn't have any answers, though. Fuck, he was tired already. But he had to press on. "No idea. We should shower though... separately, again. I've got a Gym to go to, because if this was any indication... I'm not waiting after tonight, either."

Elle's answering grin, despite having two powerful orgasms just moments earlier, rivaled the sun, at least in his eyes.