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He’s too busy unbuttoning my pants to answer
A few quick jerks, a shove onto the bed, a condo ers When he feels hoet I am, he makes that mmm sound that drives , but oh, God, it’s aues dancing, his belt buckle jingling as he moves into me hard and deep We don’t talk I’m not sure we breathe He needs to claier and his stupid macho protective bullshit, his pro and ient and real
He sucks ue the way he knows drives ets his hand up under me and tilts to put friction where I need it It doesn’t take er and harder and deeper than ever, driving fast, breathing ragged against my neck "Come on, baby," he says, and I ood
Tighter and harder, I dig into his shoulders when I start to coht here, this close He groans, pushes his forehead into mine, kissesht that the ache inI feel when I’ers, and he lets go
"Holy crap"
He grins
"That was--holy crap"
He kisses , and shakes his head
"Seriously That’s all I’ve got I’, his bellydoesn’t turn you on"
"It doesn’t!"
He keeps laughing, so I pinch him "Last time you hit Nate, I puked!"
"You just came in, like, fifteen seconds And that ti that up"
"After I decked him You were hot forto you that day"
"No, I wouldn’t"
"You so would have I should’ve kissed you Skipped all thoseourselves Don’t tell ht, because you’re such a good girl"
I get my hands around his head, pull hi about it But only because you so clearly needed an outlet for all that rampant testosterone"
"You would’ve volunteered to be iver"
"I just gave you an orgas has its benefits"
He starts laughing again, and I hug hi hih the bedroorin on his face that I can’t see but can feel with , I think, that we can find so much happiness at a time like this I mean, yes, sex But it’s not really the sex It’s what’s underneath the sex It’s how he ether This golden ribbon of so beautiful we’ve always had between us, there even when I was peering into his car and trying not to look too hard at the bare slice of flat sto at the library, not-touching at the bakery, kissing on the train tracks
Even when I told him to make up hispossibility underneath
I do feel a little aard, though, about Krishna and Bridget Who are sitting on the couch, watching TV kind of … tensely
I think the tension ht, the back of her neck pink Krishna’s got his ar the top of the cushions, his whole body turned toward her, one knee up on the couch, even, and I get this impression of haste, like h I would have seen it if he had
If he’d been two feet closer to Bridget, his ar into her, and then hastily moved away to where he is nohen I pulled open the bedroom door--I never could have missed it
Except I think maybe I did, because when Krishna turns around, this kind of hard, glistening so in his eyes reminds me of a horse about to buck
I’ve never even seen a horse about to buck, but that’s what I think of A terrible i?" West asks
It’s a fair question Because they’re watching My Little Pony With the volu at her track botto little tents at the spot where her knee bends and theeverywhere, at nothing
I don’t think I’ve ever seen the two of the They are both Olyion
I’ve definitely never seen theet to fail to answer a direct question
That’s the point at which I would like to crawl into a cave for a while so I can sit with my humiliation, because of course this is our fault, West andand our probably loud loud loud sex noises through the thin walls, and Bridget and Krishna out here listening for God kno long
Hoful are we?
Totally awful I’ood friend They’re here to supportwith the ad roo horrible coitus sounds
If that’s even what they were doing Marinating in disco about the best way to sweep the whole thing under the rug--apologize? But how can you apologize for sex noises? I would die--when West takes the conversation in cos where you mute the TV and replace it with another soundtrack? Like watching The Wizard of Oz while listening to Dark Side of the Moon, except with My Little Pony and Caroline and ?"