*GASP* THE AUTHOR IS FINALLY UPDATING THIS FREAKING STORY!?!??
Hey guys! I'm back(?) sorry for the horrendous hiatus but hopefully I'll stay around a while.
Enjoy the chapter xxx
(Kinda smuttish so if you don't want to read that start after the ~~~)
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We wake up the next morning and begin packing some of my things. Just some clothes and shoes and stuff like that. Necessities. As we walk out of my room I spot my tape recorder on my dresser and grab it just in case I need to, you know, record something. It's what any good journalist would do.
It proves pretty hard to ride on a motorcycle and carry some luggage at the same time but we manage.
We get to Carlos' house a few minutes later and I'm shaking in fear of what his mother will say. I feel a strong hand grasp mine and turn to look at Carlos. He placed a quick kiss on my lips and pulls me towards the door.
"Hey mom!"
"Hello dear!" Carlos' mom called from the kitchen.
"Mom, I have a proposition for you," Carlos said glancing at me then back at the kitchen opening as his mother walked out, wiping her hands on a dish towel.
"Oh? And what's that?" She raised her eyebrows and looked between us at our joined hands and then back at our faces.
"Well, umm we were," Carlos started, "Umm we were wondering if-"
"I could maybe stay here for a while?" I finished. "I'm kinda having some... family issues at the moment." I say with a clenched jaw.
It took her a moment to process what we were asking and after a few moments her face lit up.
"Of course you can, darling!"
Carlos and I looked at each other and I was so happy I could kiss him! Looking like he wanted to do the same he began dragging me up the stairs to his room. As we reached the top of the stairs we heard a voice from down below.
"But no funny business you two!" Carlos' mom shouted up the stairs.
I looked at Carlos and could feel the heat rising on my face. "Wait. Your mom knew about us?" I mumbled.
Carlos looked confused for a moment then smiled. "Of course she did. She's my mom," he said, giving me a small peck on my cheek.
That's when I realized that this family is one that I wanted to be part of. They were accepting and loved each other regardless- and that's something I had never had. Feeling overwhelmed with love I continued to pull Carlos to his- our room.
We get into the room and I immediately put my lips to his, my teeth and tongue working simultaneously to get some encouragement from Carlos. Carlos let a low moan from the back of his throat. I pushed him on to the bed, and gave him what I hoped was a seductive look.
Carlos smirked as he sat up on his elbows, "Someone's feeling dominant today."
"Yeah well don't get used to it," I say, as I get on top of him and straddle his hips, bringing my lips down to his once more. I begin playing with his waist band, asking for permission, which he gladly grants.
He takes off his pants as I take off mine, our lips never parting as we do so. I pull back from the kiss so that I can trail small kisses down his body, giving extra attention to his neck and leaving a mark that will surely be visible by tomorrow. I pepper kisses down his chest until I reach his underwear line.
