Pretend It's Okay (Bluestone 42 Fanfic)

Chapter: 20

Gordon's POV: WARNING: DIRTY writing ahead. Flashbacks from previous night. BEWARE.

I awake to the sound of a slight snore coming from the right of me, my heart rapidly pounding against my chest as a hand absently brushes over the right side of my bare chest. I carefully, trying not to awake the beauty resting beside me, move my head, finding Karmin's head on my left side chest, my left arm wrapped around her clothed shoulders and I mental chuckle at the memory we'd shared right after the best moment of my life.

"Karmin, do you really have to change? I mean, we literally just explored each other's bodies and I am pretty sure I saw all of it." I point out to the curvy girl crawling out from beneath the covers we'd entangled ourselves in during our 'combining into one' event.

Her head briefly turns, her eyes peering at me from beneath her long lashes, over her right shoulder, a sly, sexy smirk on her lips, but a shy blush coloring her cheeks. "Yes, I must change seeing as I am covered in scars and maybe it'll be cute when we awaken in the morning, to find me in one of your old t-shirts." She attempts to argue, hiding what she'd just said about the scars she'd created, which I'd delicately kissed each twice while looking her in the eyes before we'd done anything, and had just got repeating the same actions right after we'd both regained our breaths afterward.

"You are beautiful bared, no matter the scars, Kar." I repeat the same words I'd told her before we'd made love, right after noticing her squirming from my touches and trying to hide beneath the blankets.

"What of someone walks in? They'll see me and they'll think I am some sort of monster." She retorts, walking over to the cabinet in the corner of the room. She bends down, her underwear tightening around her round bum as she crouches, carelessly reaching out and grabbing one of my t-shirts. She slides it over her body, my eyes raking over the fact the shirt barely went to mid-thigh on her and didn't cover much of what he panties thankfully did. She however, doesn't walk towards me after she stands. Instead, she faces the large mirror beside the cabinet, my lips parting to say something, but instead of saying it, I slide out of bed, to show it.

I walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her right into my bare front body. She gasps, my hands being mischievious as they lightly run over the curves she'd just hidden. I then tilt my head to the right, moving her hair to the left with my left hand, her head falling to the left side with a moan as I suck on the spot I'd found earlier, making her moan loudly. "Gor-Gor-Oh god." She softly whimpers out in pleasure as my left hand slides down her neck until it makes a quick left around the side of her breast until my index finger brushes over her nipple. My right hand does the same to her other breast, applying enough pressure in my arms to keep her to me, especially when she begins to arch her back into me, so she doesn't come loose and escape me.

Her moans begin to turn into soft whimpers as she comes close, my right hand slipping into her panties before they ravish her womanhood, my lips still brushing over the soft skin of her neck, now changing to her neck's left side. Both sounds turn me on and as she turns her head over her left shoulder to face me , her legs quaking as she comes, I know she'd felt it against her back because this victorious smirk has settled onto her lips. I press my lips to hers and as she gains strength back in her legs, she walks backward, stepping and pressing herself against me, my feet following her until I am against a wall. She teasingly swings her hips side to side, brushing her bum against me. '

After we'd gone that third round, she'd still insisted (though telling me she felt secure about herself around me) on putting my shirt on her just in case someone walked in. A stirring in my arms forces my mind to focus on the waking beauty in my arms. "Good morning, babe." I greet with a smile, my lips brushing her forehead gently as she leans over my chest and captures my lips with hers. When we pull back, my lips tingling from their interaction with hers, she grins at me.

"Good morning, hun." She teases playfully with the nickname she'd moaned out last night, saying it was something she'd thought fitting for me since I am made from pure hardwork and strength, but so sweet. I grasp her sides and she trails her hand down my torso, stopping where my waistband of my boxers should be, but it isn't. Her eyes widen, but then a smirk takes over her lips and she begins to go lower, when I catch her left hand in mine.

Innocently, she gives me these puppy dogs eyes with pure good intention looks in them, but I shake my head at her. "Not unless you want to go another round this morning." I tease, to which she shrugs her shoulders, her fingers lightly brushing over the top of my pelvic bone. I bite my lip and she smiles at me slyly.

"I would, but someone made me extremely sore and worked me over time last night." She ends this 'scolding' with a grin, to which I mirror as I take it in a form of appreciation and a pat on the back for doing an amazing thing.

"Glade I could. But how are you going to do your rounds today?" I inquire and she sighs.

"I can walk and stuff, barely," She mumbles the last word beneath her breath before going back to a normal voice, adding, "But I don't think I'll be able to sit down and eat lunch or dinner. Or even breakfast." I smile at her, knowing it was round three that had her bum so sore.

"You could sit on my lap to add cushion for comfort." I offer in both politeness and in a sexual teasing way.

"We both know that's how I ended up with a sore bum in the first place." She counters, a blush falling over her cheeks before she leans over and kisses my lips again with a lot of passion. When she pulls back, she slides out of bed, grabbing her uniform and heading for the shower.

"I'm sorry." I apologize for last night as she nears the bathroom.

"Don't be. We both know I enjoyed it immensely." She winks, the blankets seeming to suffocate my lower half as her words ignite a familiar flame in the pit of my stomach, rushing of excitement flowing to my genitals. "I'll see you in five." She adds, opening the door to the bathroom. I lean on my elbows, going to ask a question, but she beats me to it with an answer "And no you can not join me." I pout and she chuckles before stiffly walking into the room.

"Ay!" I call, her body stopping and turning back to me, awaiting the reason I called for her. "You weren't joking about me doing you well, were you?" She blushes furiously, sticking her middle finger up as I manage to slip in, "That's what went into you round one. It went far into you. That's also what I did the last two rounds to you." Before she slammed the door in my face, blushing even more than she had before she flipped me off.

I lay back down, resting my head on the folded hands I slip beneath it, a content smile on my face as I plan out this evening. Of course, I'd meant to do this before we'd made ourselves into one, but that didn't happen. And as I mentally walk through the plans, I pat myself on my back as I admit, 'I finally found the girl of my dreams. And she's MINE.'