When there were you and I ~ a 707/Luciel/Saeyoung x MC story

Chapter 20

~Saeyoung/Seven/Luciel POV~

After all the necessary shopping, Seven drove back. Sarah'd fallen asleep in the passenger seat. He was glad. She was doing better. But her headaches worried him. After they'd got home, he'd tried to pick her up but she'd woken up and insisted that she could walk back to the cabin. She had changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt once they'd got in. His clothes were outside, washed and hung out to dry, with her own. She looked so much at home.. and at peace here. After getting back, she'd got to work with chores. She'd wince slightly as she turned around. Her back.. It must still hurt. She walked over to all the equipment he had left unpacked, and sat down on all-fours, her cute tight ass facing him. God she would be the death of him. His t-shirt was thrown in a corner and he was wearing shorts. It was so hot in the afternoon. He'd been working non-stop, only pausing for lunch and refreshments. She'd sometimes come over and watch what he did, and then go back to her corner. He stood up to stretch, and groaned. She must've heard, because she'd turned and saw him. Her face flushed red, staring at his chest and then back at him. She quickly averted her eyes and her face. "Umm. Hey." Had she never seen a man without his shirt? "It does get hot during the day", she said slowly, blushing deeper red. Oh he was going to have so much fun with her. He stretched out and walked over to where she was, "Aaah yea! It's a bad habit. Taking my shirt off. I need to be comfy to work better. You could do the same, I really wouldn't really mind..", he laughed and said. Her face turned a deeper shade and she opened her mouth but nothing came out. He laughed harder than he should've, because the next thing he had in his face was a pillow and her on top of him. "Or we could just be naked and be free of everything.", her face was red, but her eyes had a fire in them. She stared down at his face and then her eyes slowly moved down his body. He smiled. She liked what she saw. And her legs were on either side. He pushed one of his legs up, his knee grazing the space between her legs, getting a soft moan from her, and her arms faltered. He threw her off and placed her on the pillow she'd thrown at him. In a flash he was on top of her. He held her down just as she did. And looked down at her body. Gosh.. she was so hot. A loose white t-shirt, that was riding a little high with all the movement around, and a pair of shorts. The clothes weren't actually sexy, her hips and legs pulled them off. Nice thick legs, not skinny. And she was clenching. Tightly. When he looked back at her, he was alarmed to see her eyes half open, and her breath labored. She bit down on her lip and licked them. He moved closer to her, letting go of her arms.

"Like something you see?", he whispered softly. She made a small 'oh' with her mouth, realizing that he'd been watching her. Her breathing was more labored now. "You're.. one to talk..", she replied, her breath ragged, her voice slightly hoarse. He groaned and placed his forehead on the side of her face. He whispered, "If I stay like this forever..".. "Please do..", she mumbled into his forehead. He moved his arms under her and rolled over, having her on top of him again. One hand on the back her head, intertwining with her hair, and the other one on the small of her back. Being over her was hard. He wanted to drink all of her in. This was more intimate, but he fond it easier to control himself. He needed to control himself. It wouldn't do to take her like the other girls from the club. He felt her move her hips. His leg was between hers again, his knee pushing into the space between her legs.. He dropped his head and smelled her. She was intoxicating. After a few minutes, or it could've been hours, she pushed herself up. "Not that this wasn't fun.. but you must be hungry." Her voice was still hoarse. She was smiling. A proper smile. Not a fake one. Just for him. She pulled him off the floor. He walked over to find toast, sausages and an omelette. "It's not the best, but it's what we'll have to make do with considering.." The rest of what she was saying was drowned out by his munching on the food. He hadn't had a proper home cooked meal in a long time. When he was done, his throat was dry. She brought over a cup of juice, which he downed gratefully. Aaah! If every day could be like this. Waking up with her. Eating what she'd cooked. But it wasn't so. He needed to get to work. He needed to shower and pee. He looked around the house. "Uhm.. Vini. No Sarah... oh sorry..", he said out loud " It's alright. I like how you say, whatever you say....", she said immediately from the next room. His face felt warm. She brought out two towels and handed him one.
"You know where the shower is".
"So where are you going to go with your .. towel? You could just join me.. ", he added bravely. She blushed deeply, but smiling broadly replied, "In your dreams mister.. I'm going to the pool. Doc said I needed exercise."
"What? A pool? There's a pool? I want to go to the pool too!", he whined. He wanted to watch her swim. She tensed and looked at him, unsure. Her head was cocked to one side. "Pretty please.. with a cherry on top?", he said, batting his eyes.. She giggled. "Yass! No one can resist the charms of Agent 707. Oh right ex-agent 707!". She raised an eyebrow. God how could she still get cuter? "Yea.. I quit. It wasn't working out so.." She walked over to him and touched his chest. "You'll tell me your horror stories right? The ones, about these scars.. ?", she asked, tracing a finger along one of the many scars he had. It was sexy. But he knew she didn't mean it that way. "If you want to.. But, in return, I want to see yours..", he held his arms up defensively , quickly adding. " You don' t have to tell me about how and when and where you got them. Just showing them is good enough.. Deal?!". Had he gone too far? She nodded slowly, eyeing him strangely. Her eyes had darkened, but she was still looking at him. She smiled softly, but he knew it was fake. As she walked out of the cabin, he couldn't help watch the way she walked. She had a tube in her hands. He wanted to ask but didn't. Time.