Corn, Cows, and the Apocalypse

Never Enough Time or Apologies

"Let's go again," I said even though I knew I had spent him.

"I can't. I'm going to be late for the preliminaries."

"Oh crap, I still have to watch this damn tournament," I whined, but quickly retrieved some hope for a happy ending. "We should hook up after, before you leave, okay?"

"I'll try," he said.

"That means no." I rolled my eyes.

He pulled me down for a hard kiss. "I'll try, but I can't exactly pull you into a bathroom after the tournament. There won't be an empty stall for miles." I nodded, disappointed, even though I knew by the time the tournament was over I would probably be regretting this rendezvous as it was. "Is this one of mine?" he asked, touching one of my now many scars. He tickled my stomach and I flinched. The giggle I couldn't help but let out made him smile. That was a rare treat.

"That's my appendix scar."

"I thought so. I know what my handiwork looks like." He lost his smile, though I wasn't sure why, since he was the one trying to make light of the scars.

"Well, you stitched most of them up, you should recognize them," I said to assure him that I wasn't holding him entirely accountable for doing August's dirty work.

He touched one such scar that marred my belly. It was from a broken beer bottle. Not so much from him, but from my inability to control my weapon during a fight. "That one made me want to stop." He looked up at my head and pushed my hair back to see the long gouge from the fire ax. "That one too."

"They all kind of made me want to stop." I was intending it as a joke, but he grimaced.

"You know I can't apologize for any of these, don't you?"

"Why, because you'll lose the advantage of me being afraid of you?"

"Are you... afraid of me?" His faced looked pained. I knew he would have been wounded if I said "yes."

"You've hurt me a lot, but you've given me a good deal of pleasure too." I flexed my groin for effect, since I hadn't dismounted yet. "I'm not afraid of you in this position."

He rubbed my arms, which made me break out in goosebumps. "I can't apologize for them, because I'm proud of them. I'm proud of what I've forced you to become." I nodded. I wasn't sure how to respond to that. "Also... you're going to hate me for this, but I think they're kind of hot." I scrunched up my nose at the idea of him preferring my body with scars.

Before I could reply, he pulled my face down for a kiss. He pulled on my shoulders, driving me onto him. I hadn't even realized he had revived. I responded in kind, widening my stance to better receive his generous second helping.