The Rain

Fizzy Grizzly

I wake up much later in the day and I grin to myself, stretching in the empty bed and I feel wonderfully sore. I feel well and truly fucked. Noel was incredible last night. Like beyond a joke amazing. It makes me grin again and I clench my legs together as I remember everything. What most would consider bullshit, what I used to consider bullshit is totally real, you can make love and I made love last night. I've read a thousand times that there's no difference between fucking and making love and I was one of those believers that was adamant it was the same damn thing. Then last night, it was like my eyes were finally open. It was like being free. I'd had the most crashing orgasm I'd ever had in my life, I'd felt precious and fragile while at the same time feeling like an indestructible goddess. I had no idea you could feel like that.

I'm all giddy as I get up, still completely naked from the night before. There is a lot to say about sleeping next to Noel naked. It's like the loveliest and warmest thing. His skin on mine all over its like, god I just shivered. It's amazing anyway, it's like you're the safest you'll ever be. Safe. Wow. I practically skip around the room, sticking on The Stone Roses from Noel's records and hum along as I get dressed, throwing on a matching set of pale blue lacy bra and panties and feeling like I really have my life together at this moment in time.

And then it hits me like a train wreck. It shatters my good mood. I stand stock still in the middle of the room and with a moan I flop back on the bed, grabbing my hair in my hands as I remember.

The barking dog lets me know he's home. I practically bounce on the spot waiting for him to open the door. He opens the door with a grin and I go inside, the cans of Tennants clinking in the bag against the bottle of whiskey. I throw my arms around him in a hug and Franko grins at me, Bailey at my feet whining and half-barking as I head into the kitchen and dump the bags on the kitchen worktop. His flat is spotless as ever.

"I hope you got plenty of ice in that freezer," I grin at him and he smirks, opening the freezer and pulling open a drawer to see 3 ice bags full. I smirk back at him, putting the Tennants in the fridge.

"Ok alright pup calm it," I say with a laugh and get on my knees, allowing Bailey to lick me all over as I pet her and finally rolling onto her back for a tummy rub.

"God she's pathetic," I say and Franko laughs, heading into the living room.

"Worst guard dog ever," He says in the style of Comic Book Guy and I laugh, following him through, Bailey hot on my heels.

"Ohh half 9! Not long now," I grin at him, passing him a can and he grins back, turning up the music.

"I can't believe you like the wrestling," He says shaking his head and I smile, plopping down on the couch and lighting a cigarette.

"The Faither was daft on it man, back in his day when it was Giant Haystacks and the like, I mean he thought Hulk Hogan and that was ok just not the same as his day, beef bandits he used to call the new lot," I say and laugh with Franko as he bursts into laughter.

"Your dad sounded cool," He says softly and I shrug, turning away.

"He was," I say and will him to change the subject immediately. Franko must read my mind because he does thankfully.

"Come on, moneys in, Natureboy or Savage?" He asks and I pull a face.

"Quite clearly Ric Flair has got it in the bag, he'll stand triumphant with a WOOOOOOO!" I call and he rolls his eyes as I grin at him.

"Hogan and Sid?"

"Hulkamania has got it man,"

"You think?"