Broken Tides

Chapter Seventeen

(Cw- mostly non graphic sexual depictions)

We rode back in Dee's car. Surprisingly dispite the fact that i had just learned a lot more about my boyfriend, and found a very missing peice of my family, I was in a really good mood.

Conflicted, yes still; but being able to get all that off my chest was an incredible feeling. It felt good to be able to not only talk about what I was going through with someone other that Kat or Jay, but have people who knew what was happening- and weren't afraid or disgusted by it.

"So basically-" Dee was explaining what was happening with my dad, and his parents. "The adults still do the migration. Most of them dont actually pair up anymore, it's more of a vacation. Usually what happens is scouting, making sure the area looks safe to live for a while. Our group is pretty small. Its my family, your dad and uncle's family, and two others."

"Wild." Was all I could respond with.

"You're still really confused on all this aren't you?"

"Yeup."

Dee smiled, and laughed. "It's okay. I think Beck might be better at explaining all this than I am."

"Fair enough."

We pulled into the drive way, Kat's car and Jay's truck not there, so he parked in the drive way. Getting out and up the ramp, we left the lights off but our shoes by the door and made it upstairs.

I flopped down on to the bed, proud of myself for making up the stairs and to the bed on my own.

Dee carefully placed my chair by the bed, watching me as I sat up, turning the TV onto some movie. Any movie was fine I figured.

I heard the 'click' of the lock on my door. Smirking, I looked over to Dee. "Oh?"

He smiled sheepishly, but very bravely climbed into my lap, straddling me like before. "Just in case." He reasured me.

Both of us had been wanting to pick up where we left off, and it was very clear between the two of us; not wasting any time, Dee took off his shirt, giving me more room to leave a trail of kisses down his neck and chest.

His hands griped the sides of my jaw sofly, bringing my face up to his; noses touching. We both were quick to eliminate the space between us, our mouths melding together like crashing waves. I couldn't help but let a loud but satisfying groan escape, getting a chuckle from Dee in return.

His hands left the sides of my face and trailed down my chest, his expression cringing slightly at my still being clothes. Quickly his hands found their way under my shirt, and I helped him lift it over my head. They then found their way to my shorts, and I let him undo the button and zipper as I continued kissing him on the neck and shoulders.

His hands seemed to tremble slightly, though, upon reaching fot the waistband of my boxers.

I gently grabbed his hand. "You don't need to rush," I pecked him on the cheek. "It's my first time too."

I don't doubt that his heart was was pounding as fast as mine; and dispite the nerves and excitement we both managed to get undressed. I didn't know what to do with myself, other than carefully guide him onto his back.

Frankly, while we've made out a few times at this point and gotten pretty frisky with each other I'd never seen this side of him before. It was new and exciting.

His legs crossing over my hips, me griping the bedframe and the edge of my matress for balance, the two of us working together; it felt amazing.

"M-Marlowe," Dee muttered through moans, "I-"