Almost Home (NG2)

Twosome

Robbie woke to his phone ringing. It was dark in his room. Six-fifteen, his alarm was set for seven.

"Robbie."

"Dad?"

"Is your power out?"

He looked around. The old digital clock was off. "Yeah." He felt cold. The cottage had no heat.

"The causeway is flooded. The snow is heavy. Dan wants everyone to stay home. You're stuck on The Point. Let the faucets run a trickle and go across the street."

Robbie jumped out of bed, put on warm clothes, and wondered how long he'd be next door. First, he packed his toothbrush, pajamas, and a change of clothes. Then he put the food from his fridge into shopping bags. He turned on the kitchen and bathroom faucets, including the tub. Hopefully, a pipe wouldn't freeze and burst. He picked a few things up off the floor.

He peeked in Nash's room. Nash had propped his guitar against the wall. Robbie put it on the bed. The storm would hamper air travel and they were coming home from LA.

Bundling up, he prepared to walk across the street with his bags. The snow was heavy and wet. He reached the door and used his key, so he wouldn't wake Phoebe.

Dropping his bags by the door, he flipped on the generator. Immediately, the stillness of the powerless house disappeared with the hum of the refrigerator and the furnace kicking on. The house felt cold. He put his food in her fridge and changed out of his jeans, which were wet from his short walk, into his flannel pants.

Robbie crept upstairs. He had never been on the second floor, but knew Phoebe's room was in the front of the house. When he opened her door, she said, "I was wondering if you'd come find me."

"You're awake?"

"I heard the generator kick on. Schools cancelled."

"Causeways closed. The office is too, and the cottage doesn't have power." Rob slid under the covers next to her warm body. "Looks like you're stuck with me." Even if the power came back, he didn't want to leave. "We have the whole day. What should we do?"

Phoebe didn't answer. She kissed him instead. The heat of their kiss warmed him up quickly. It wasn't just his temperature. Phoebe was too close to hide what she did to him. He jerked his head back when he felt her hand move down past his abs.

He gritted his teeth. "What are you doing?"

"Exploring." Her hand reached his stiff organ.

He groaned. There was plenty of exploring he longed to do, but they were on the verge of the point of no return.

"Pheebs, are you sure? Once this starts..."

"Shut up and kiss me."

He was out of arguments. He had wanted her for years, but now he wanted to prove how much he loved her. As he let his hands roam, he brought her pleasure but fulfilled his own desires. For an inexperienced girl, she was bold.

He kissed his way down to where her legs met, but refrained from going further. Instead, he shifted back up to her and kissed her as he probed and swiped and teased with his finger until she bucked underneath him.

When he had scanned Nash's room before he left the cottage, his eyes landed on a box by the bed. Robbie had grabbed some of the foil packages. He hadn't expected to need one so quickly.

Phoebe watched with wide eyes as he rolled the condom on. "Are you sure?" He didn't want her to regret it. She nodded. She willingly parted her legs for him to enter her. As he savored her, a mantra kept rolling through his head, gentle and slow, but Phoebe met his every move. In her inexperience, she couldn't know what she was doing to him, but it was tantalizing.