"Burn it all"

R u happy now?

I drive to Gianna's house, my wounds still swollen and aching. My mind is blank, my face is numb, and my hands are cold.

I pull up to Gianna and Marie's shared home as I put the car in park.

Ding Dong

"Hi." Marie speaks as she opens the front door.

"Hey, I told Gianna that I would stop by tonight, where is she?" I ask.

"She's in the living room listening to your stupid records on repeat. She's been so excited since you last spoke." Marie articulates with little to no emotion.

"Okay. Can I see her?" I ask.

"Sure, come on in."

We walk in silence for less than a minute though the hallway before we arrive in the living room. I look around their place, it's decorated very cohesively. There are plants almost everywhere sunlight can touch, there are framed band posters on the walls, with some tapestries hung to fill up blank space. There's a light colored rug on the hard wood floors, with floor cushions sprawled around it.

I see Gianna sitting on an purple, velvet, couch with a printed blanket wrapped loosely around her. Her head is still wrapped in a bandage, but color has come back to her face and she looks more energized. Her eyes are glued to the vinyl cover of "Madness," reading each and every lyric like her life depends on it.

"Go, Go, Go, I don't wanna take it slow, there's plenty of times for us to finally get it right, why don't we crash and burn tonight." The record player spits out.

I start singing along to get her attention. She doesn't notice for a hot minute, but after about 10 seconds, she looks up, her face lightening up like a lighthouse.

"Pookie!!!!" Gianna screams.

"Hey Gianna, are you feeling okay?" I question.

"Yes, I feel so much better! My head doesn't hurt anymore, and I don't need a bunch of meds anymore, just antibotics." Gianna rambles.

"That's great man! I was so worried." I sigh in relief as I reach for a hug.

Gianna spreads her arms out and leans in as we share a nice, passionate hug.

I pull away from the hug to kiss her, her head tilting up to match my lips.

"You guys are fucking gay." Marie shouts.

"You're fucking gay." Gianna responds.

"Stop copying me dumbass fupa." Marie challenges.

"Rawr!" Gianna barks.

"Okay I'm so done with this furry bullshit I am OUT." Marie shouts as she walks through the halls. We hear a sudden thump, indicating that Marie has left the premises.

"Now that we're alone... How about we have some...... fun?" Gianna questions with a sly grin.

"What kind of fun?" I question in return.

"Come here and I'll show you." Gianna giggles.

I sit down on the couch next to her, curious to see what she's got in mind. I can feel my body getting stimulated by the very thought of being around Gianna's gorgeous exsistance.

Gianna caresses my face softly, then tries to work her way towards my chest.

I freeze momentarily, but then remember that I should keep it cool to not raise any suspicion.

I guide her hands toward my legs instead, and by this time, we're making out with reckless passion, so I'm sure she didn't notice.

My hands trail her body, my hands hitching on the top hem of her shirt. I think, "YOLO," and rip her shirt in half.

Gianna gasps in response, but her expression is one of comfort and horniness.

My hands start roaming; around her neck, around her arms, her small ass breasts, and her giant FUPA.

I LOVE FUPAS!!!

I lay her down on the couch, her soft skin gliding around my fingers.

We start fucking, Gianna's body twitching with each deep thrust.

"I-I- I love - you." Gianna moans.

"I love you too." I grunt in between huffs for air.

We finish at the same time, our bodies entangled in one another's.

"I love you Kellin."

"I love you Gianna."