She's Not Well (The Artful Dodger) [TBS]

Part 20 - Bouncy Bouncy

The room was filled with a tense silence as I gasped desperately, trying to regain my composure after everything that had just happened. I could feel the weight of my arm draped over her shoulder and waist, providing a sense of comfort and connection as she laid her head softly on my bare chest. The warmth of her breath against my skin was a soothing contrast to the chaos that had unfolded around us.

I'd never felt so breathless before, so drained of energy, so utterly... fucked. 

I didn't even know what it was!

I'd slept with so many people in my life I'd frankly lost track, and we didn't do anything out of the ordinary but everything just felt a thousand times more intense. Every flutter, every tremble, every stroke and move sent me to the moon and back.

Perhaps it was how quiet she is, her every gasp, every whimper, every little squeaky moan feels so much more earned and special. 

Perhaps whatever 'madness' she supposedly has makes her desire spike, or maybe she's just not used to any physical attention which would make a lot of sense as to why she's so insanely clingy to me, 

Or perhaps... it is simply being so utterly in love. 

I don't know, and frankly, I don't care. So long as it doesn't stop!

But I can confirm one thing if she is mad. I might just have to become mad too if I get that mad of a fuck every time. 

she giggled running her fingers down my chest as she often does whenever I remove my shirt, something about feeling all my bones and muscles she seems to enjoy, 

I don't mind, it makes her happy and I can whisper all the names in her little ear which always makes her smile so widely, 

she looked up at me as her fingers ran softly down my chest so I smiled at her,

"Sternum little duck. Sternum." I told her, tracing her own, "Understand?"

She nodded and gently moved her fingers across,

"Those are the ribs, making up the rib cage. There are Twelve ribs well... Seven and kinda four sort of ribs... it's complicated." 

she looked up at me with those cute big eyes and she counted, pressing on each of my ribs, so I counted them for her,

"One... Two... Three... Four... F-" I gasped which made her freeze up and stop,

her little face read of pure panic, 

"No, no it's okay. It's okay little duck." I cooed stroking her cheek, "Here. Number... Five." I gasped letting her gently rest her fingers there, "Five hurts a little when it's touched,"

she tilted her head to the side curiously,

"I... uhh... I got into a fight, it was a long time ago. It's okay most of the time don't worry, just every so often when it gets poked and prodded by little fingers it hurts a little."

She looked so sad but she moved to press a tender little kiss there, 

"Awww," I cooed, "Thank you little duck, now I'm all better." 

She smiled and continued to explore me, 

"You are just... so cute, and so cuddly, so kind and sweet." I smiled, "... I just... you're perfect. I wanna marry you Y/n. I mean that. I really wanna marry you, I'd marry you tomorrow if I could just to have you in my arms for the rest of my life." I told her playing with her hair a little, "I'd keep you safe, no mad doctor's taking my little wife away from me. He'd have to kill me first." 

she giggled and rubbed her nose on mine before coming in for a sweet kiss, 

I kissed her back happily once more happy to go along with as deep as she desired the kiss to be,

She shifted up mounting my hips which forced a moan from my lips,

I kept the kiss going never leaving her lips pulling her body tight to my own sliding my hands over her curves, my hands once more settling on her ass as they had a lot, 

She pulled back and looked into my eyes rubbing her nose on mine as she shifted her hips,

"Yeah?"

She nodded,

"Again?"

she nodded even more excited,

I couldn't help but let loose a growl from the back of my throat, "You are an insatiable little thing aren't you," I smirked, "Humm maybe I shouldn't call you little duck anymore, I don't think little ducks do quite so much... bouncing." 

She giggled happily,

"You like bouncing? Maybe I should call you my little bunny." 

she clapped her hands in excitement bouncing her hips on me letting me watch her breasts as she does,

"Ummm fuck- Yeah," I groaned leaning back against her bed to watch her my hands guiding her where I needed Her, "Bouncy, Bouncy... Ughh fuck-" I moaned, "Bouncy bouncy my little bunny." I gasped, "Ugh- Come here my little bunny." I growled pulling her into a kiss.