Solace (completed)

Chapter Fifty-Five*

a warning: LOTS of POV changes. I would have done 3rd person but yall don't like 3rd so... deal with this. My smut style is quite different. Alex and Elias are more sweet and attentive with a HINT of spicy, so beware of that.

12,000+ words, hopefully that makes up for the lateness?
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Elias Salazar

"Are- are you serious?" There's no way she's being serious.

Her pink, bottom lip rolls into her mouth and pushes out wet, coated with saliva that has my eyes zeroing in on it. She uses her brown eyes as a fucking taunt, daring me with her eyes. "I've been wanting to... to do this with you. If you want to?"

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.

I don't- what do I-? Oh sweet Jesus, is it warm in here?

My throat bobs heavily as I swallow, beads of sweat already starting to line my forehead. Oh my God, I'm not prepared. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jesus, I don't even have condoms. Why would I have condoms- who the fuck just has condoms lying around?!

I never expected anything from her, never expected us to do anything involving actual penetration until... I don't know- we were married? I was fine with waiting. Hell, I think I even forgot about sex for a long time. Even around the time of my birthday I never thought to pick up condoms because I always wanted to go on her time, at her pace. I never wanted her to feel like I was prepared and desperately waiting for the time she gave it up.

So I never prepared. Fuck, I'm regretting that now.

My hand fell from the softness of her shoulder, coming up to tug at the collar of my coveralls which is becoming suspiciously tighter by the second. "Baby," get your shit together, Elias. A fucking goddess is standing in front of you and asking you to make love to her- you will not fuck this up.

   "Alex, I'm- baby, I'm not prepared," I say strained. "I'm dirty from work, love. My hands are filthy," I stress. I've been sweating and working in grease all day... I don't even have condoms, sweet cheeks."

Red dusted across her cheeks when I mentioned the condoms. "I figured so I kinda- I might have umm- bought some?"

...Pardon?

She walked forward a bit and I backed away, letting her do whatever the fuck is it she's doing. She opened the drawer to my white nightstand and lo and behold does she pull out- a fucking twelve pack?!

   Not even a four- twelve?

She just... she just grabbed one of them and let the rest fall underneath it, like a chain of condoms. I don't think dropped to hell would be a proper explanation for the state of my jaw at the moment. It feels like it's not even a part of my body anymore as I squint to get a closer look of the golden packaging. "Love, where's the box?"

She plucked out the box that she hid in the nightstand, handing it to me sheepishly. I take it, looking at her with an unreadable expression before gazing at the box. My eyes pop out of their sockets, "King size?"