Running The World With You

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"I told you Hannah would be eliminated!" Lucius exclaims. I roll my eyes.

"Rachel was a bitch though! Why is he keeping her?" Watching The Bachelor with Lucius has become a weekly occurrence. At first he thought it was stupid, now he can't stop watching.

"Rachel has boobs that's why."

"Watch it." I warn. He laughs and grabs some popcorn from beside him.

These past few weeks have given me a lot of time to think. Getting over the nightmares and reoccurring thoughts is hard, but I'm not going to let it ruin my life. Therapy has been helping a lot.

Once the credits start to play I get up and grab a bag of chips from the kitchen. I used to diet like a mad person but now I realize life is short so don't starve yourself. I still work out and eat healthy but once in a while it's ok to be a pig.

I walk over to Lucius and wrap my arms around him and we stare at each other. I straddle him and plant a light kiss on his lips.

I lean into him and shut my eyes. He responds by wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning further back.

Cuddling is my favorite passtime.

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I wake up to the sun shining in my face. I blink and realize we must have fell asleep on the couch. I get off Lucius and stretch out. Shit my leg fell asleep.

I go to the kitchen and see the cook preparing breakfast. I tell him I'm making my own breakfast so he leaves.

I grab some toast and stick it in the toaster. I don't really know how to cook but this should work.

I grab and egg and accidentally crack it onto the floor. I silently curse and begin to clean it up.

"Becoming a chef, huh kitten?" I hear a morning voice above me joke.

"Shut it Balcray I'm trying to be helpful." I scoop up the rest of the egg and throw it into the bin.

I crack another egg onto the pan and scramble it. I feel hands on my waist, hot breath fanning my neck.

"Stop distracting me." I demand. He can be such a tease and I'm trying to cook something for us to eat.

He just plants soft kisses on my neck, his hands traveling around my waist. I try to squirm away but he starts to tickle me and I screech in laughter.

"S-stop! I-I'm work-ing w-with f-fire ass-asshole!" He stops and flips me around. I turn the burner off just in case.

He backs me up on the counter, his messy hair all over the place. He had that typical smirk on his face.

"Want me to stop now?" He taunts.

"No." I pull him into a kiss. He quickly lifts me up on the counter making me giggle. My eyes trace over his shirtless torso and I admire his amazing body.

I wish I was as in shape as he is.

"Stop checking me out." He laughs. I roll my eyes jokingly and keep kissing him. He runs his finger along the hem of my silk shorts.

"What if the cook comes in?" I whisper.

"Isn't that all the more exciting?" He breathlessly replies. We continue making out on this counter. He rubs his finger on top of my womanhood from over the shorts making me moan.

He takes off my shorts and he runs his fingers over me, making me arch my back.

"Please." I groan. He plays with my clit and circles my wet entrance with another finger.

Two of his fingers enter me making me gasp. He continues to kiss me while quickly moving in and out.

I gently rock my hips into his fingers. He plants rough kisses all over my neck.

"That's it kitten, ride my fingers." He moans.

"I want you. Right here, right now." I say. I don't want just fingers today.

He dosent hesitate dropping his sweats and boxers. We continue to kiss each other as he enters me. By now I've gotten used to his size and it's much easier.

He goes quickly while putting one hand firmly on my neck. I nearly scream at the intense feeling.

We both finish soon after and he does inside me. We aren't really worried about it anymore. If I get pregnant, it happens.

He strokes my hair and kisses my forehead. I smile and look over at my eggs. They are half cooked. Oh well, I've already had breakfast. ;)

"We should probably get our clothes on before someone sees." I suggest. He puts his clothes in and uses a disinfectant wipe on the counter. I don't want all that sweat in my food.

"I'll just have the cook make breakfast, kitten you don't know what your doing." Lucius laughs.

"Rude." I scoff.