Changing Seasons

Twenty-Seven

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The rest of the night was relatively uneventful, dealing with the drunks at last call and walking the girls to their cars after closing.

"Headed home, baby," he texted Atira but received no response. He stopped at the weed shop for a pre-roll for later.

When he came home, she was curled up on the couch with her cat. He kissed her cheeks, and she stirred, sitting up and setting Jacques on the floor. There was cat hair on his sofa. He winced but let it go.

"I'm sorry. I didn't even mean to fall asleep," Atira told him, kissing his lips.

"It's all good. You didn't need to wait up," he told her, "You hungry?"

Atira shook her head, "How was work?"

"Eh, just another day," he told her, pulling mayo and lunch meat from the fridge. He laughed, "Dude, you won't believe who tried to come in."

Atira looked intrigued, "Who?"

"Fucking Heather."

"Heather, as in your ex-girlfriend?"

Krist slathered two slices of bread with mayo, "Yeah, she was with these other chicks, hella drunk. Like we couldn't even let her in," he started laughing as he set lunch meat on his sandwich, "Dude, she fucking peed in the parking lot."

Atira was appalled but burst out laughing, "No!"

Krist nodded, amused, "Hella ridiculous."

"Did she recognize you?" Atira asked.

"Yeah, she's probably not even gonna remember being there, though." He poured himself a glass of water and ate his sandwich. "You get some good rest?"

Atira nodded, "Yeah, took a nice bath too."

"Without me?" He grinned.

"I can always go for another," she teased.

"Is that so?" Krist grabbed a beer from the fridge, "You want one?" Atira accepted. She followed him out back to the balcony. It was chilly that night, with a light rain falling. He pulled the pre-roll out of his pants pocket, lighting it up. He offered it to Atira, but she declined. "Feels good to be home," he told her, stretching his legs before him, "to come home to you."

Atira sipped her beer, "I like hearing that."

They sat silently. Krist finished his joint and gazed at the sky, "It's getting kind of chilly," she told him.

"It is," he agreed.

They showered together and retired to bed after a quickie. Both had been too tired for anything prolonged.

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Jacques was lying on Krist's chest when they awoke, purring and kneading the blankets.

"He likes you," Atira remarked, scratching the cat's head.

Krist gave him a quick pat and moved the cat off of him, moving close to Atira, "I like you better," he kissed her forehead, "I love you, baby."

"I love you too," she rested her head in the crook of his armpit.

"Have you heard anything from your shitbag friends after Thanksgiving?" Krist asked.

Atira groaned, "Just that I was harsh to Kevin."

"Lame," Krist told her, "Does this Jillian chick have a thing for him or just for drama?"

Atira laughed, "Maybe both. Regardless, I'm not speaking to her anymore. Screw that."

"Fuck 'em," he laughed, nuzzling her neck and lightly biting her. Atira reached down, stroking his member, and slid out of her panties. He climbed on top of her, guiding himself inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his back and moaned softly. He came inside of her, resting on top of her and inhaling her fragrance. Her hair smelt had a sweet, almost fruity smell, and her skin smelt like coconut. Krist wanted to stay there forever.