fetish // mitchel cave

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Phoebe's POV

This past month Mitchel and I have cooled off our relationship. He was way too proud to say sorry to me and I wasn't going to give in and forgive him without hearing him, saying it, meaning it.

The only conversation we had was the typical "good morning", "how are you?", "the files", "no other appointments than the scheduled ones." It was dull and stupid but as I said I deserved an apology. Even though I missed his warm touch and his lovely lips. I miss messing with his hair, while he was asleep lying next to me. It was the only time of the day he seemed so peaceful, so soothing. Oh, Gosh I miss spend the nights with him.

No Phoebe, get your shit straight he isn't your man.

I had the day off and that meant I could spend the whole day lying on my bed, looking at the ceiling or observing the view out of my window.

For my own bad luck, the door bell interrupted me from staring at the freshly died white colored ceiling of mines. I groaned, got up and looked at the hole of my door. It was a mailman holding something that looked like a bouquet.

I opened the door hesitatingly, wearing one of the most confused faces I could manage to do. "Are you Martin Phoebe?" He asked with uncertainty.

I nodded. The bouquet seemed extremely expensive full of red roses wrapped around in a golden string. My heart melted. "This is for you then. Please sign this up." I did so and was handed the beautiful bouquet full of the  lungs piercing flowers.

It had a small white envelope. The handwriting was familiar. No, I couldn't believe it. I opened it carefully in both awe and disbelief.

Meet at the address given below at 9, wear something formal. xxx Mitchel C. Cave.

Mitchel is ill. There's no other possible explanation. I was very curious of what he was going to say so I started getting ready to go to the date he arranged.

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A white colored, three story tall building was in front of me. My feet dressed in black high stilettos, got inside of the building, passing the huge line outside from the restaurant by just using a name. "Mitchel Cave."

The interior was magnificent. Enormous chandeliers giving light in the vast building. I passed the first floor which was simple yet beautiful. The second floor is where I was heading to. The floor with the chandeliers. Classic paintings were hanging on the walls that were painted in a crème shade and silver stripes. Gold curtains were covering the huge windows, statues of angelic figures decorating the area making it more dreamy than it already was.

I saw his pale face reading the catalog, unaware of the fact that I was checking him out. My heart pounded fast at his sight. I approached his side and when he saw me the biggest smile crossed his face. He stood up and pulled my chair for me to sit, and pushed it back to the chair. He then sat down opposite me, pouring wine in his glass to taste it. He made a satisfactory grin and poured some at my glass too.

"Thank you." I spoke first, that night. I couldn't manage to contain my smile and my blushing cheeks.

Mitchel took a deep breath. "I..." he started but paused, hesitation overwhelming him. "I'm sorry Phoebe." he let it slip off his mouth after taking a deep breath.

"Apology accepted." I said and tossed the glass in the air. I grinned wide at him and took a sip of the tastiest wine ever. Wine was the only alcoholic drink I enjoyed. It wasn't that I didn't drink alcohol, it was that I felt guilty every time I did. Except from wine. Wine was forgiven.

Mitchel smiled too. "And.. imissyou." he said this so fast that it was hard to understand it. I thought he said something like I miss you but I must have misheard.

"Um, what did you say?" I asked shyly, watching his face slightly blush. Wait, his face blushes... It seems like it I mean his cheeks are a pinkie color with a little of red in the center that fades.

"I said that..." he drank a little if the liquid in his glass. He cleared his throat and blushed harder, the pink completely disappearing and being replaced with a tense red. "I miss you, Phoebe. I miss your soft touch against my skin, I miss your sweet lips against mine, I miss how you turn me on without even trying hard to do it. I miss your stubbornness, I miss that when I'm with you I feel so much relaxed, like as if problems do not exist. I miss you. "

Tears of joy filled my eyes. Crying is a natural response of me in tense situation. "Mitchel, I miss you too so fucking much. " I said biting my lip. He outstretched his hand and caressed my cheek softly. He slightly stood up from his seat and kissed the area he was touching softly, instantly heating it up.

"I am so sorry for being a jerk. It was a really bad day for me. A lot of shit I hopped I would never come cross with happened and I needed to distract my mind. Whatever I said, I didn't mean it. I am so so so sorry." Mitchel said, his eyes indicated that he was saying the truth.

"It's okay, Mitchel, but please don't ever get this drunk when you are with me again." I said and prayed he didn't ask why. And thankfully he didn't.

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His lips hungrily eat me, while he was traveling from my neck to my limb leaving soft kisses at his path. Moans were escaping my mouth no matter how hard I tried to contain them. My body was heated and I felt my blood boiling at every touch of his. He had so much control in my body that it made me angry but so much pleased altogether.

"Mitchel." I moaned his name and bit my lip bottom. He then came on top off me our eyes locking together.

"Oh, Phoebe, I'm going to fuck you so hard, your legs are gonna shake each time you hear my name." He whispered seductively in my ear and I swear I was wet.

He softly touched my waist to place himself in the center of my body. My legs opened wide and enclosed his waist allowing him to enter me.

He stopped for a little and started sucking my skin in the spots he knew I couldn't resist and moan. "Mitchel please stop... teasing me." I moaned between my words.

"As you wish baby girl."

The night went on like that. Us making love to each other. It felt amazing, fire striking in our bodies which were perfectly combined. Every time he pushed himself into me it felt like I was going to heaven.

I might as well am in love with Mitchel Cave. And by saying this I also know that I'm fucked up.

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