The Spirit's Obsession {Sequel to Entwined Fire} - #Wattys2016

No release. All Control.

I had fallen back to sleep from the early morning phone call from Zak. I waited until dawn and then it was lights out, I simply passed out with a coat on and a pair of sneakers on my feet.

They both teamed well with the short shorts and cami top Pjs I had on.

I moved slightly hearing the rustle of his coat when I felt something poking against my lower back. I moved again only to feel more of the firm poke. Curiosity killed me so I looked over my shoulder to find Zak had came back  and a well pronounced erection pushing against the fabric of his boxers.

I pursed my lips closed as a dull ache surfaced in my lower region. Biting the inside of my cheek I squeezed my thighs together.

Not now. God not now.

His arm was fixed around me making it impossible to move away, so I rolled over keeping a distance between our groins to face him.

He always looked peaceful when he was asleep, besides the times he had night terrors. Then it was a different kettle of fish. But now, right here in Duluth, Montana... He was as silent as a mouse.

I took my time looking at him, I traced my finger over his soft lips before gently tracing the trimmed goatee on his face. A smile took hold of my lips seeing the flecks of stray grey in it. Yet his hair was still jet black.

He stirred causing me to withdraw my hand and watch him settle again. Knowing he wouldn't wake up I tucked my hand up beside my head and watched him sleep.

I tried to think of how this would work.. Us when I couldn't take my clothes off in front of him. He loved me for my vixen ways but I was no longer that person anymore. I wasn't that woman who could rock up to his house in a trench with black lingerie and bring him down to his knees.. Not when my stomach contained a scar so big that if filled my torso.

When the large bandaid came off I begged for them to put it back on. Unable to cope with what I was seeing, what I had become after a routine operation.

I placed my hand on my stomach and touched the scar tissue before taking my hand away.

I had to think of a way to satisfy his needs, my needs & without me having to show what a mess I felt. He let out a sigh and a soft moan, his fingers webbed across the bed until he found my body making the straight line lips twitch into a small smile.

He pushed his boner awkwardly before grumbling something. I felt sadness, this was a man who had so many conquests, women, and hook ups that could fill a cruise liner. (Slight exaggeration there Maria.) Now? Now he was in part time celibacy against his own will because his partner who he loved dearly looked like she had a run in with Jack the Ripper and managed to escape...

My mum said the green card was a stupid idea.. But what if I had control over it all? People do that.. Don't they?

Of course they do, the whole keys in the fruit bowl, only... I wasn't participating my keys. But I could pick who he participates with. Spice things up..

"I can hear you thinking." Zak grunted.

A smile filled my face and I rolled closer to him giving him a good morning kiss.

"You're so handsome." I whispered making him smile.

"I thought you were with me for my investigating abilities and charm."