CHAPTER THREE
Still unsure why I was here, I stopped outside the plain wooden door that said '35B'. If I was correct, this was Nattie's apartment.
I took a deep breath and knocked.
The door opened almost immediately by Nattie himself, clad in nothing but boxers slung low on his hips. It took a moment to tear my eyes away from his truly wonderful chest. Pale, with moles scattered about. A smooth, flat stomach, tapering down to...
I quickly glanced up to his face. He was full on smirking at me, one eyebrow raised.
"Like what you see?"
I stepped back, flushing. "Um, I.. I..."
He laughed at me. "Come in. I knew you'd come."
Which, come to think of it, was a bit creepy.
"I'm not..." I trailed off, because I didn't know what I was here to do or not do.
Nattie's apartment was nice - floor to ceiling windows looking out at rainy New York, two arm chairs and a couch of the same dark red upholstery, hardwood floors and a white fluffy rug on the floor. The kind of rich person house you'd expect.
"Nice place," I turned to face him again. "I like the..." I trailed off. His eyes had stopped being warm and kind and were, well, predatory.
Before I could say anything, he was kissing me. Not any sort of soft, sweet kiss. It was hard and deep and really, really good.
One of his arms was wrapped around my back, pressing me closer to him, the other one cupping my neck, his fingernails digging into my skin a little bit. The sensation made me shiver.
His lips were just as soft as they looked - soft and full and I gave into my desires and captured one of his lips between my teeth. He moaned, and the sound was just, well, hot. Really hot.
He pulled back, his lips red and swollen and looked at me. "Amy."
"Yes?" I replied, very much out of breathe. My whole body felt hot.
"Come to bed."
And I, despite the fact that I knew it wasn't a good idea and that this would probably result in my heart break, I nodded and followed him to the bedroom.
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Some hours later, after I had fallen asleep and woken up again, I sat up.
Nattie's bed was empty besides me, the spot where he had been cold. I blinked, closed my eyes, and sighed. Was he gone?
“Coffee?”
Well, never mind. There he was, wearing a pair of pajama pants (swoon) and grinning at me, his hair ruffled from I, me, Amy, had been running my fingers through it just a little while ago.
“Sure.”
He smiled at me again and left the room.
I guess I couldn’t complain that much. What had just happened had been the best sex I'd had in a while. Nattie had been both gentle and rough, seeming to know exactly when to be what.
The thoughts of what had just transpired made my cheeks heat up. I still didn't know what this was.
I yawned and stood up, shrugging on jeans and a t-shirt, making a mental note to get tighter clothes.
“So today,” Nattie began as I sat down at the table. “I thought you should come with me out to lunch with the band.”
“Alright,” I agreed. “That will be fun.”
And being the mature nuclear physicist that I am, I snickered.
Because you know, Fun?
Anyways.
“Great,” Nattie told me.
“Mmm. Um, Nattie?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you sort of explain this a bit more?"
He turned and faced me, leaning against the counter. "Sure. What do you want to know?"
"I guess I'm just wondering about boundaries."
"Well," he turned back to the coffee pot. "Basically, we're dating to everyone who asks. But between us, we aren't. Just sex. No pesky emotions. That sound good?"
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Fanfiction"But what if I don't want to?" He stood up, shrugging on his jacket as he turned to leave. "Oh, but Amy. You know you do." The deal was I was his girlfriend, for a lack of a better word. One thing I wasn't supposed to do: fall in love with him. Exc...
