Bulletproof

Jason

"Good morning," I heard someone say. I looked to my side and noticed a gorgeous Emily snuggled into it. With no makeup on (as usual) and her hair in a messy bun, with strands hanging out, she looked flawless.

"Huh?" I was too blinded by her beauty and wrapped up in my own thoughts to remember what she said just two seconds ago.

"I said good morning beautiful," she said with her raspy morning voice as she rubbed her eye open.

God, that has got to be the sexiest thing I have ever heard.

"Why thank you Ali," she chuckled. Oh, I must've been thinking out loud.

"C'mon, let's get up," I told her as I got out of bed and headed to my closet.

"Where are we going?"

"Running"

"Running?!"

"Yea. Well, I guess walking since your thigh is still healing"

"I can run just fine"

"Emily, don't. We don't need you getting anymore injuries"

"Whatever Mom"

"I already told you don't call me that, I'm just trying to help"

"Haha I know babe...so what do you want me to call you?" She sat up in the bed with her back against the headboard.

I slowly crawled over onto the bed and into her lap. Our lips were nothing more than a centimeter apart. I bit my lip and looked her up and down. She took a huge gulp.

"I want you to call me...," I inched closer to her lips, just lightly brushing them, then I quickly made my way to her ear and sucked on her lobe, "Daddy."

Emily's eyes widened as I had one hand holding me up and the other was stroking her stomach. I love seeing her flustered like this.

"U-Uhmm I need to pee," Emily pushed me off of her and quickly made her way to the bathroom. I know she did not need to pee but I didn't want to bother her.

Ten minutes later, I found myself dressed in my workout clothes and in the kitchen getting me a glass of water. She finally came out of the bathroom and walked past me towards the cabinet.

"Did you wash your hands?" I smirked at her.

"What are you-...shut up"

"I just had to ask babe. Who knows where those things have been these last 10 minutes?" I joked and she just rolled her eyes at me.
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"Babe slow down! I don't want you to hurt yourself," I yelled after Emily.

"Ali I'm fine, it's you who can't keep up," she turned around and smirked at me.

"Can we sit down and talk?" I asked with a serious face.

"S-Sure. Is everything-"

"Everything's fine Em, you have nothing to worry about," I reassured her as I grabbed her hand and walked us to this rock.

"Ali...are you gonna kill me out here in the middle of nowhere?" She half-joked.

"Maybe," I winked at her, "have a seat."

Emily sat down and immediately began examining the rock. She ran her hand all over it, acknowledging every crack and bump.

"How long has this rock been here?" Se asked looking up at me.

"I'm not sure," I tell her and she returns her attention back to it.

"I like rocks," she smiles down at the rock as she continues to observe it.

"Okay babe," I chuckle but she completely ignores me.

"Can we take it home?"

"Emily"

"Yes?" She finally looked up at me.

"Remember what we came here for?"

"Yea...no"

"I came here to talk to you about something"

"Oh yea, so what did you wanna talk about?"

"Well first, have you been taking your adderall?"

"Uhmm..."

"Emily you have to remember to take that. I can tell that your attention span is getting smaller and smaller and you're always-"

"Alright already. Now what did you really want to talk about?"

"Yesterday, what you said about me"

"Oh"

"Look, a couple years back I did struggle with alcoholism. I went to rehab, tried therapy...the whole nine yards. Obviously I'm better now, but every now and then I struggle with it when I get super stressed"

"Well what are you stressed about pretty lady?" Emily asked as she brought her hand up to my cheek.

"...I had a brother, named Jason"

"Had?"

"H-He uhmm...he died a couple years ago around this time," I managed to get out as tears fell from my eyes.

"Ali you don't have-"

"He was shot. Afterschool. Apparently the shooter thought he looked like someone else and...I'm not sure. I never really read into the situation because I was too hurt by the loss of my brother, my bestfriend. We were only a couple years apart. He was the first person that I came out to and he accepted me for who I was and had always been"

"Wow, I am so sorry Ali. Uhmm so how long have you known you were gay?" Emily carefully asked. I could tell she didn't want me to think she was ignoring everything I had just said about my brother. She was just genuinely curious.

"Bi. And I knew when I was 16, so I talked to him about it and came out to him a year later. I didn't tell anyone else until after his death. Well, he kind of forced me to in a letter he had written. He didn't know he was gonna die, but my brother always wanted my parents to know, so he kept a letter put away as encouragement for me to to tell them"

"Sounds like blackmail to me," Emily lightly chuckled.

"Yea and knowing him, it probably was," I laughed through the tears, "Thank you Em."

"Anytime," she told me as she rubbed my back, "C'mon, let's head back home. I want to cook my lady some breakfast."

"Lead the way baby cakes"
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I'm sitting on the counter watching Emily cook. She's so cute when she bites her lip in confusion and furrows her eyebrows and...ugh everything she does is hot!

"Hey babe, what does this say?" She walks over to me with a box.

"It's pancake mix"

"Oh, do you like those?"

"I'll love whatever you make-...Em what's that on the stove?"

"Eggs, why?"

"Because they're on fire," I point to them. She rushes over and throws the pan in the sink and runs water over it.

"Damn it! Sorry Ali, I'm not the world's greatest chef"

"How about you treat me to breakfast instead? At a restaurant?"

"I-I don't have any money"

"Yes you do," I winked at her.

"No I do-" I cut her off with a kiss as my hand slid down to her ass and slipped a fifty into her back picket.

"Yes you do, now let's go"

"Okay Daddy"