Run To You

Chapter 24

Smut. If you don't like it, don't read in between the big spaces

"Avi, let's have a spontaneous vacation," Kirstie sighs. I look down at her laying on my lap, and I twirl a strand of hair in between my fingers.
"Okay, where to?" I smile at her.
"Southern Cali," she smirks at me. "I want some alone time with you before tour."
"We live together."
"But if we leave we can have fun and not worry about anyone coming."
"I'll call someone to take care of Olaf," I stand up and dial Kevin's number. He obliges, and I book a hotel. It's expensive, but it will be worth it. I take Kirstie's hand, and we begin to drive. I crack the windows, and Kirstie's blonde bob is swirling wild around her face. I shut it, and she takes my hand off the steering wheel.
"Do you think we'll get married," she looks at me.
"Of course," I smile, "you're the only one for me."
She only blushes and looks down at her shoes. We pull into the Sheraton parking lot and check in. We walk up to our room, and immediately are impressed. We are going to be staying here for three days. This is like a mini apartment. There's a mini bar, a two person shower, and a hot tub. Kirstie begins to unpack, and I pour us two glasses of wine. She retrieves the candles from her suitcase, and randomly sprawled them on the floor.
"Y'know, if we were at home, Mitch would smell the wine from his apartment and come over," I joked, and Kirstie laughed. We finish our wine, and I go and sit on the couch and begin to watch TV.

Kirstie comes over and straddles me, nipping on my neck. I place my hands low on her waist, and wait for her to look at me. She looks down at my lips, and back into my eyes. I slowly lean in, and millimeters from her lips, she pulls away and runs into the bathroom. I slowly follow, and push her up against the wall, and kiss her roughly. She moans against my mouth and slips off her pants and underwear. She unhooks her bra and wiggles from my grasp. She hops into the shower. I whip off my shirt, but make it seem like I left the room. Kirstie huffs, but I continue with my plan. I take off my pants and boxers, and silently open the shower curtain. Kirstie is standing with her back to me, so I wrap my arms around her waist, and kiss her neck. She whips around, and kisses my lips. I pull away shortly and continue to attack her neck. She gasps, and pushes me up against the wall. She roughly meets my lips again, and runs her hands all over my body. I grip her waist hard, and what happens after that is history.

I take a towel and dry off. I go get some sweatpants and a t shirt. I get dressed, and go stand out on the balcony. Kirstie walks out, wearing her silky robe, and wraps her arms around my waist. Her lips meet my neck, and she gently kisses it.
"It's beautiful, isn't it," Kirstie murmurs against my neck.
"Not as beautiful as you," I whisper, and she giggles. I walk from the balcony to the bedroom, and pull myself under the covers. "Come cuddle with me Kirstie. I bet your cold, and since you get the best part of being the little spoon, I can warm you up."
"Oh please," Kirstie crawls in, and we spoon. "The big spoon has it best."
I slowly drift off when Kirstie speaks out of the blue, "Lesbians have it best."
"What?"
"They get to take turns being the big spoon, no beard rash, and they don't wake up to boners poking their legs."
"Do you not like my beard?"
"I love everything about you, including your beard. Don't worry, I'm not leaving you to become a lesbian."
"Here," I flip myself over, "you can have a turn being the big spoon."
Kirstie wraps her arms around my waist. She tries to flip to face me, but remembers that the big spoon has no freedom.
"I changed my mind," she pouts, and I flip over so she can position herself as the little spoon. She snuggles into my chest, and we drift off into sleep.

A/N
While I was writing I got a Charlie horse and it was the worst experience of my life.
~Rachel 🍓