I Know What U Need

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This had been them since junior high school, their friendship had always come with many benefits. Sneaking around shaded corners, behind girlfriends, lovers, they would always find their way back to each other.

A note was dropped off at her office this morning with one ticket to their show at the Avenue. The only items written on the paper were a hotel, its room number and three words scratched large and bold into the paper, NO PLUS ONE! She knew exactly what that meant he wanted her to come alone. She would never even dared to bring her to one of his concerts. It was always comical to see such strong exertion of the word NO. Though she was fearful of the day when those words wouldn't be there, or two tickets would arrive or perhaps one day no ticket at all.

"I'm not a fucking tree, Prince." She smiled looking at him beneath her, smoothing her hands over the dark hair that scattered across his chest. Slightly tugging at the black ribbon that encircled his neck.

"No, but you are My Fucking Tree." He took her hand and kissed it as she unraveled the ribbon. Bending down she gently nuzzled his skin underneath as it became exposed, her hair falling over him like a gilded curtain. God, she had always driven him crazy, her legs, her smile, how her mouth always said she took no shit from him, but her eyes would betray her every time. She had walked through the doorway and he was only able to utter two words,"You're Late" before grabbed for her. It had seemed so long since he had seen her, 5 months since Sam's last October.

Pulling her body close to his he effortlessly rolled them over so he laid between the length of her thighs. He watched her as she giggled underneath him. The slight tinkling, the way the freckles on her nose scrunched and her eyes sparkled, the way it was a whole body laugh as she shook trying so hard to stifle a snort underneath him, he had always been captivated by this sound. "You know the only reason I've ever called you a tree is because your last name is Birch, right." The serious overtone in his voice left her very suspicious, clearly he was lying.

"You're such bad a liar." Eyeing him she had never really believed any of the words that fell from his perfectly formed lips.

She looked up to him as he crouched over her, like some alluring deadly animal waiting, just waiting for the right moment to strike. He had changed so much within the past few years. Every time they would meet he had a different style completely separate from the year before, as if he was morphing into a new persona, much like some kind of exotic butterfly. If this was him now she wondered how mesmerizing his final form would be.

He went from a young boy to an enigma of a man, his once solid build had become supple, lithe, still just as smooth and golden as it has always been, but leaner... different. Now he seemed otherworldly, and suddenly she would question why he would still even bother with her. She was the same as she had ever been, and she would silently panic when he would stare at her a little too long. What if he had been sizing her up, what if he was wondering why he had spent so many hours in her arms, between her legs, but then he would smile and she would see the glimmer of the boy she knew. He was in there just wrapped in a much different package.

This new wrapping exuded sexiness, neither quite masculine or feminine, but she had figured the purest form of all sex, just sex. She had always noticed it bubbling under his surface as they were younger, it was nice to see that he and everyone else had embraced it.

"What are you thinking?" He asked as she became lost in her own thoughts, but honestly there was only one thing he wanted to hear. The moment he asked her, he caught her off guard as he took a bright pink nipple in his mouth and sucked hungrily. He took the hardened nub between his teeth and nibbled slightly. The more her body writhed beneath him the more he was encouraged to suck a little harder, bite a bit more deeply.