Relationship

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Before the trip, he had asked a friend from university to take his car for a drive at least fortnightly. Vehicles parked for a long time could start to break down, and the last thing he wanted to do when he returned home was to have to think about trifles like taking his car to the mechanic's. That's why he left him the spare key and the ignition card.

The time in London felt long to him, mostly because he kept thinking about Tenten and how much he wanted to go back to be with her. Especially seeing her only in underwear and then with nothing on the other side of the camera. He wouldn't tell her, but he had sought out some of the women on campus over the course of the semester trying to blow off some steam, sadly it wasn't the same, he wanted it to be her specifically.

He supposed that getting his mother off his back the first few days after his return was going to be difficult, so he was checking available flights with his last day of classes in mind, finding one that had no layovers, which was better and also gave him practically a day off. A day in which he could see Tenten, or at least sleep if she couldn't, because jet lag was a headache, literally speaking.

As soon as he bought it, he wrote to the brunette and knowing that she agreed to meet, he called his friend to ask him to take his car to the airport and leave the ignition card in the cup holder, somewhere in his carry-on suitcase was the key. It was a night flight, so he tried to sleep most of the way and still yawning he had gotten off, letting her know he had landed and heading for the conveyor belt where he had to wait for his suitcase.

Tenten had run to him even before he could see her, he hugged her and kissed the crown of her head, happy to see her again. What was it about that brunette that attracted him so much? He didn't know, at the moment he wasn't interested in the answer, they just went to look for his car and when they heard the beep of the alarm from far away they went to it. In the privacy of the vehicle he could finally kiss her properly, surprised to see the excessive fieriness in her, they didn't want to waste time so he started at once.

As they were stuck in city traffic he watched out of the corner of his eye as the brunette's skirt had ridden up and exposed much of her legs, not just the parts covered by the thigh-highs but some skin and he wanted nothing more than to slide his hand down there.

Or well he did want something else, and that was to get out of the damned jam they were in. While it was true that his apartment was in the neighboring citadel and that going through the center was usually a bit of a delay, it seemed to him the traffic was worse than usual. Or was it just his eagerness that they could finally be alone?

He looked on the traffic app for the fastest way and cursed at once, there were two possible routes to go north and exit to where he lived, at the point where the two met it turned all red, probably an accident or something like that but it didn't look like it was going to be solved any time soon. A very wild idea crossed his mind and he checked the map, the road was clear so he turned the next corner and they headed west.

Stopping a little over half an hour later at a place they had been before, he wanted to explain the reason for his unromantic choice, but before he opened his mouth Tenten had thrown herself into his arms from the copilot's chair.

He could manage his own patience very well, he knew how to control himself when the situation required it, what he hadn't foreseen was having to deal with the brunette's need as well, and the result was almost explosive. She moved to the back seat crossing in the middle of the front seats as he got out and opened the door to get back in and settled himself on top of her.

He pulled her blouse up so he could see her breasts clamped in her bra and rolled up her skirt at her waist. Could he consider that he was being rough and a bit hasty? Maybe, however instead of complaining Tenten had only taken it upon herself to unzip his pants.

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