Morning Cup

7. Fire, 1007.

This magical day sadly has come to an end, sending us back to real, boring life.

We agreed to meet every day, at least at Marla's café, on her way back home after she got the groceries. More if we could. With or without Abigael, though that cutie never cries or whines.

She warned me we would have to be careful, she would have to cancel or vanish if any officer showed up. She definitely couldn't be seen kissing or touching me.

I talked to Marla and opened up like, totally. How deep and strong my love for her was, how worried I was about her and the girls living with that monster, how desperate I was to find a way to be with her, nights and days.

"I've witnessed a shitload of love affairs from my counter, mostly booty calls, including yours, Sweetie." She said, stroking my cheek
"But you two are seriously hooked, I know what real love looks like, and it looks like you."

I couldn't help but smile as she approved my plan. She would give us a hand by passing love words or rendezvous spots and schedules, along with the other's answer.

She agreed we meet at her café, even proposed us to hide in the supply closet to do... umm... what we had to do, only on the condition that we lay low.
She didn't want to have anything to do with Gessepp, even less with one of his famous wrath.
Marla is a rock, she fears nothing. But him. That's a serious warning to be careful.

It's been as hard as it sounds, discretion means we couldn't spend more than 5 minutes together in the closet, Marla's rules.

We met every day at the café, seeing her was enough to cheer me up for the day. Speaking to her was a blessing and touching her skin the stairway to heaven. And I'm not talking about being lucky enough to escape my buddies and their coffees for 5 fucking short minutes.

The rest of our days were filled with lack and boredom.
I was forced to train, go on missions, report and do my best to seem alive beside my mates.
She was forced to be a good slave, avoiding the wrath and the punches of the Colonel. I was glad somehow, she was not alone. Jess was a good support when she felt down, crying she missed me.

Weeks have passed and we're still on cloud nine, living just for those 5 minutes in the closet.

We dared to break Marla's rule, melting into each other one or two extra minutes. We dared to have a talk in the street, in front of the café, nobody seemed to care.
Sometimes, Angie has sat down at our table, getting to know my bros and joking with us.

"OK guys!" Angie announces "I'm gonna change Abi's diaper and go back home. I had a blast here, Mac you have to stop doing this, I nearly peed myself! "

She stands up, waves at my mates and pushes the stroller inside the café where Marla allowed her to change the baby.

I force myself to mentally count to 10, as slow as I can.
"Next round on me guys. I'm gonna order your drinks and hit the head."

I really have to renew my fake excuses to leave them but now there's only one thing I can focus on.

As soon as I open the door, her lips attack me.
It has hurt so much to behave just friendly with her lately on the terrace, just glancing at her when all I wanted was to yell on the roofs I love her, just slightly smirking when I was craving her lips.

I grab her face and crash her against the wall, eating her mouth, tasting her, smelling her, feeling her.
She shamelessly and shylessly clawing at my neck, kissing my soul and licking my earlobe, sighing in pleasure in my ear.

Our desire is so thick you could cut it with a knife, there would be a hole in the wall if I keep crashing her.
My hands and lips are everywhere on her, including under the hem of her undies. She's definitely not shy anymore, though she hasn't dared to touch my crotch yet.

Three days ago, she almost begged me to slip my finger inside of her, to which I gladly complied.
She apparently was done with my palm rubbing her center outside of the fabric of her knickers. Her face turning from painful need into pure ecstasy never has left my thoughts since. Along with my own frustration to finally bury my hardness deep inside her.

Right now, her thigh is hooked on my hip, desperately grinding against me. But that's not enough. Never enough.
My hands sneak behind her, so I can take a handful of her bottom cheeks, almost lifting her up off the ground. I crash her with my body even more, praying she's still able to breathe and for that damn wall not to fall.

Our bodies move in sync, craving, no, starving for each other. She started to make that noise against my ear as I eat the flesh of her neck, that noise I love above all, which means she's so close to come.

It's not like me to satisfy a girl in less than 5 minutes, I like to take my time and make it long as much as I can, but in such circumstances I'm proud of my skills.
It's just a shame I can't enjoy my own release.

"Enough kids!" Marla's broken voice orders from the other side of the door she's curtly knocking on as a warning.

FUCK NO!

Before we realized what's happening, Marla's head pops up in the door's frame.

"Cup, you're running out of time sweetie... and she's running out of breath, let her take some air for fuck sake! "

We're both red and breathless, but certainly not from being taken the hand in the cookie jar.

"It's been 10 minutes kids. I warned you I didn't want any troubles. Abi is awake and your friends start to worry about you. Both of you." She glares at us, a smirk nonetheless taped on her lips.
"You have 30 seconds to make yourselves presentable and get out of here. Hurry up."

And she closed the door as fast as she has appeared, leaving us alone with both our desire and desperation.

An unsustainable pain fills my stomach, I have to let her go but I can't. I can't.
It takes me all I have to pull back a bit, my hands around her face.

She's a mess. Her hair are wet and tangled, her jawline red from being scratched by my stubble. Her lips are swollen and notice I left marks on her neck. Shit.
Her left boob stays uncovered, I've pulled her strap down to stroke and taste it. She s panting heavily and if her heart is hammering as fast and strong as mine, it's unlikely 30 seconds would be enough to calm down.

Her eyes remain closed, her face closed in a frown, she's obviously in the same pain than me.
I rest my forehead on hers, and whisper what I definitely can't hold back anymore.

"Angie ... I need more of you... I need all of you... Angie please meet me tonight."

I know it'll be hard for her to escape her prison but it's harder not to reach the next step. I need to make love to her more than I need to breathe.

"I can't, you know I can't..." she whines.

"Please Angie... Let me come to your place. I can climb up to your room and..."

"Cup, please stop it. You know it's impossible." Her voice breaks as she starts crying.
Don't cry my angel. I just want to love you.

"Oh God, babe. I can't stand not to be with you. I can't stand to know you living with him when I can't have you."

I force her to look at me, to make sure she sees I'm serious.

"Angie I love you. Dammit I love you! You mean more than sex for me. You mean everything to me. I just want to have you for myself more than those 5 fucking short minutes."

"I can't! Cup stop doing this. Please... Just stop pushing me..."

Tears flow down her face, she adverts her gaze from me, sniffing, trying to regain her composure.

I'm torn. She's right. I know it's a big deal for her to even meet me at the café. But I can't help. I'm just being selfish. I'm just an asshole.

"Okay Angie. Please forgive me. I'll wait. I promise I won't ..."

She cuts me off by sneaking away from me, while whiping her tears away with the back of her hand.

"I have to go." Her tone just killed me. As she grabs the doorknob, with not a glance for me, I rush to her and catch her waist.

"Will I see you tomorrow? " I'm almost begging her on my knees.

She yanks at me, facing me with a glare I've never thought I would see on her sweet features.

"Do you think it's easy for me Cup? Do you think I'm happy to leave you like that? To be left like that? It hurts Cup. It hurts like hell to hide these feelings." Her hands clenched on her belly, tears now freely flowing down her flushed face. "Not to be able to give you what you want. I only live for those damn 5 minutes with you but I'm scared. I'm scared to lose you, to lose what we have. I'm scared you will lose interest in me, fed up to hide and to wait. I'm scared he would find out for us and lock me up forever. Or come after Jess or Abi to punish me. Or even kill you."

She's clawing at my collar saying that,
Holy fuck, she's fighting for our lives when I just think about a way to satisfy my needs.

"Angie... I'm sorry... I hadn't realized..." I stupidly mumble.
Too late. She's gone. She is gone. My love is gone.

I grip the frame of the door not to fall, my whole world spins around me making my knees weak for a couple of seconds.

I rush out of the closet, no trace of the stroller. No trace of the baby. No trace of my angel.

Fuck . Fuck. FUCK!

I run out of the café, ignoring Marla's scolding.
Where is she?
I spot her on my left, just as she turns the corner of the street and disappears.

"Angie, please! I'm sorry!"

I jog just a few strides before giving up, dropping my arms down my face, cursing myself for being a dick. How stupid.

A lit smoke ends up between my lips as Mac, my fucking brother, stands by my side.

"Cup, holy shit, you screwed up with her. I bet your cock talked instead of your fucking brain." He states.
Not wrong but please shut up, that's not what I want to hear right now.

"Shame on you, I really started to like her. I was particularly impressed she had a brain. We were more used to meeting only nice fresh meat or ... you know... Michelle kind of chicks."

Michelle? I shot him a death glare, what's his fucking point?

"By the way, you should ask her, you know, about your pants issues. I bet she would be happy to help."

"Fuck you Mac! Don't you see Angie is the one?" I practically shout.

"Of course I saw it Cup. We all saw it man. The whole base could see it, if only they would give a fuck. You're crazy about her, it's painfully obvious. She changed you, she's definitely your better half. Don't get me wrong I'm happy for you guys, you deserve each other."

I'm stunned as how loud and clear he has read me. That's not like I haven't told him about my love for Angie but I thought I've been more discreet in public.

He makes fun of my face, keeping telling me some home truths.

"Do you think you tricked anyone with your little trips inside the café for "changing diapers" and "hit the head? " He draws brackets with his fingers and chuckles.
"Man, if you could have seen your face each time she has appeared. You were drooling like a dog before its bone. Nothing exists around you but her. Cute you."

He pinches my cheek then ruffles my hair. I love being cute as much as she does. That's the first thing she told me, months ago.
I yank at his hand, combing my hair  back, whispering a grateful "Fucker" to him.

I grab a smoke, it definitely helps to calm my nerves.

"How bad have I fucked things up?" I ask.

"I wouldn't worry that much if I were you. Luckily your princess is hooked as much as you are. I wouldn't be surprised if you'd be pushing a stroller full of your own brats very soon."

"Sounds good to me."
I wish I could find a way. Picturing us starting a family surrounded by toddlers is enough to soothe my anxiety and I throw the smoke down.

"Has it been so obvious?" I ask, curious as to how lame I failed being low.

"Bro, give me a break! Beside you were pretty all over each other just by the way you were staring at each other, you guys vanishing inside at the same time was quite convenient. But the most obvious and hilarious clue was your faces when you finally went out. Her flushed face and sparkling eyes and the highly noticeable bulge in your pants precisely. Holy shit it was likely to explode I'm wondering how you're still alive." He laughs heartily and I follow; these are clues you never notice when you're as high as I was.

"Shit. My bad. With half of my blood stuck down there it seemed I couldn't use my brain properly. How can I fix this?"

"I wish I could help you, man, I really do. You know I'd do anything for you. But I beg you to lay low, as hard as it is. You told me about that crazy bastard she's living with, and if you guys keep behaving like horny teens, you're likely to face ugly things that nobody wants to face.
Don't think I give a shit about your ugly ass, but your girl need to be kept safe."

"Yeah, if she still wants to see me..." I scratch the back of my neck, sign my anxiety is back.

"Dude, I'm dead certain she will be there tomorrow. Work on some good apologize and a plan to stop being a dick and just wait. She will be back at you before you know it."

He's right, she's definitely worth the wait.