Bobcat

Almond Joy

Cole's POV:

I was leaning over Delia. The sounds of her rushed breathing echoing against the mattress as her fingers curled against the sheets. My hands were gripping her waist firmly as I shoved my hips into hers. I heard her let out a stifled moan under me as her hair fell over her shoulder. I smirked softly as I looked down at her. Her teeth grazed her own arm as she shoved her hips back against mine. I slid my hand up her back slowly. I had never truly been rough with her before but we were about to see how this went.

She let my fingers tangle in her hair before gently tugging it back. I leaned over her slowly as the muscles flexed in my arm, my lips grazing against her ear as she let out another whimper.

"What was that, babygirl? I can't hear you," I practically growled in her ear. I pulled on her hair again before letting my hand slid over her shoulder slowly. My fingers gently found her neck as a smirk formed on my face. My fingers on my opposing hand snapped against her ass, the skin instantly becoming red from my touch. She let out a louder moan before her hand slid over mine against her neck. I felt her moan against my fingers one last time before I felt her body shaking against mine in pleasure. I didn't last much longer after that.

We had talked about it before. She was on birth control and the new feeling of her bare against me had made feel more exuberant than before. As long as she stayed on birth control, I would probably never wear a condom again. Her body was pressed into the mattress under mine as I pressed my lips up her spine slowly. I heard her sigh happily as I slid my hands over her hips. I let me lips graze against her ear as I whispered a soft I love you. I heard her soft voice reiterate as I pulled away slowly. She rolled over slightly to look up at me. Her hand moved to my chest as she pulled me on top of her by the back of my neck. I smiled against her lips as I felt her hand slide to my stomach.

"So I have a better idea for our costumes tonight."

She was not wrong. After not even a days worth of shopping and me trying to see what she was going to wear, we had everything we needed. I already owned most of my costume. Milo Thatch wasn't that hard to pull off. There were already people coming in downstairs. I pushed my fingers through hair, having already forgotten all the effort it took to dye it back for just one night. I leaned down and pressed my lips delicately to hers as I heard the front door close again. She gently pushed me toward the door with a soft smirk. She didn't want me to see her until she came downstairs. I sighed softly before closing the door behind me and going down to the small throng of people.

I walked to the kitchen through a small groups of people, some of which I recognized. Jordan was standing next to a half naked Dylan dressed in eighties mom attire with a strand of christmas lights around her neck, gripping a flyer asking if anyone had seen Will Byers. She watched him quietly as he stared at some random girl from across the room.  The girl had black hair and was dressed in black from head to toe. If I wasn't mistaken she was Morticia from the Adams Family. It fitted her quiet well. She seemed to be a dark soul in a well placed world. She glanced at Dylan, but Dylan moved slightly closer to Jordan who seemed to be Lyel free. I raised my eye brow slightly before pulling a beer out of the fridge and pushing my large circular turtle shelled glasses up my nose.

I leaned against the counter on the other side of Dylan, watching people as they entered. There was an obvious t-Rex costume. We had no idea who was underneath it. I took another sip of my beer, glancing down at my white tank top and my baggy cargo pants and my dark brown leather boots. She really was a genius. I'd have to thank her later.

"Where's Delia?" Jordan asked in questionable tone. I looked over at her past Dylan who shrugged slightly.

"Still getting ready I guess. She kicked me out of the room," I said with a soft smirk. Kendall pushed herself off the counter slightly before looking at the crowd. "Where's Lyle?" She instantly frowned before disappearing into the small throng of people and music.

"Cole, bro. They broke up a month ago. You would have known that if you weren't so far up Delia's ass to talk to your friends," Dylan said with an eye roll. I couldn't disagree with that. I shrugged slightly before sliding my arm around Dylan who was dressed up as Rocky. He looked up slowly and his lips seemed to part. I looked up slowly, tracking his line of vision. I couldn't blame him for staring. When she said Milo and Kieda, I hadn't quite imagined this. She was stunning.

The blue cloth draped over her hips and over her thighs just slightly. The slight bit of blue cloth clung to her chest in just the right way, exposing her stomach just enough. The bright white wig barely even looked like a wig and the painted tattoos up her arms and legs and on her neck and cheek looked almost surreal. The blue paint on her body shimmered in the light along with the gold jewelry on her wrist and ankle. The bright white crystal around her neck let out a light glow. I wasn't sure how she managed that, but I felt my heart almost drop as I Dylan's hand moved to my shoulder.

"Damn. Bro, you won at life," he mumbled. I nodded open mouthed as I watched her talk to Jordan. She smiled as she pulled Jordan into a hug. She gently pushed Kendall's hair behind her ear before taking her hand and pulling her toward us. I quickly closed my mouth as Delia looked up at me with her dark eyes.

"Dylan, please get Jordan a drink. The poor girl is dying," she said frowning. Dylan about spilled his own drink as he scattered towards the fridge. Jordan wasn't even his girlfriend and he was whipped. It had nothing to do with Delia. I was choosing to ignore all of the eyes that were on her. I slid my hand over her bare side, pulling her toward me. I couldn't help but smile at the girl in my arms. I had found a keeper.

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Delia's POV:

The party had gotten slow at about three in the morning and plenty of people had left. There were a few drunk people scattered about the house asleep. We weren't about to let them drive home if they didn't have a ride or couldn't afford one. 

I had been walking about the house in an attempt to find Cole, but my guess was that he was upstairs probably already passed out. He had gotten grumpy after Jordan and I had to kick out three particular people that we found trying to snort cocaine off of our coffee table. I laughed thinking about Jordan's response to it. She had picked up a handheld vacuum and started vacuuming it off the table, leaving the three already high people speechless before she straight up kicked one of them in the jaw. If she didn't get assault charges tomorrow, it was going to make it even funnier.

I wondered outside into the isolated courtyard that sat in the middle of the block of townhouses. A family had gotten a bonfire going. I could see Jordan's christmas lights glowing, but they weren't around her neck. I sat down on the ground next to the six year old going through his candy. Jordan was entertaining him by helping him separate the good candy from the bad candy.

"I don't like this one. You can have this one," he huffed as he shoved an Almost Joy into Jordan's hand.

"Boy. I don't like that one either. Delia can have it," she laughed as she threw the small piece of candy at me. 

"Almond Joy? More like Almost Joy," I whispered. "They were so close to perfection but they just had to add the coconut."

"Delia, if there's no coconut, it's straight chocolate."

"Exactly," huffed the little boy again as he found a now and later that no one was going to eat anyway, handing it to me. I couldn't help but smile down at him. He seemed quite exasperated as he went through his candy. A part of this almost made me want a child despite it being way too soon.

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Cole's POV:

I watched Delia and Jordan out the window as the interacted with the little kid. I smiled at the thought of Delia and children again. Who knows? We were about to go to the fantasy land of Canada. Anything could happen, but I hoped that one day, for real, that a little one would be involved.  She seemed very happy and in her element as Jordan went to walk back inside. Delia didn't come in for another house. By then, I was fast asleep.