Stuck With Me

41 | Ten Days

FP entered the house through the backdoor, coming face to to face with Alice who was just pouring herself a cup of coffee. He was wearing his sport outfit and caught his breath as he stopped running.

"How are you holding up, sweetie? This is like your second run today." Alice smirked, as she poured him a mug too. He gratefully accepted it after he putted his water bottle away. Ever since they made the arrangement not to have sex for at least ten days, he'd had to find a way to challenge his body.

"Feeling better than ever! This no sex thing is working out better than I thought." He nodded enthusiastically as he patted his head with his towel. Usually he wasn't the type to go out to run but it was nice to balance it with his usual workout. After all, he had to take his mind of not having sex with her. That energy had to go somewhere.

"Great! I'll be upstairs to take a shower." She quickly kissed his sweaty cheek and turned around to go upstairs. Though, that statement was enough for FP's imagination to run wild.

"You're going to shower? So you'll be naked? With water running over your body?" He pointed to the clothes that she was still wearing, his body temperature rising as he thought of what she was about to do. After five days of no sex it was easy to get worked up with just the image of her in his head. Alice grinned and rolled her eyes as FP grabbed his water bottle again.

"I am going for another run!" He yelled at her, as he was already in the garden. The sight of him was making her laugh. It was hard to keep their hands for themselves but she always reminded herself why they were doing this. They wanted to have a baby and to do so they needed to make a sacrifice.

The following days it only became harder for FP to ignore the discomfort in his body. Every time he looked at her he just wanted to take her to bed, but patience was the key. No touching yet. Three more days-- you can do this FP. It even seemed that Alice just doing everyday tasks got him worked up so easily.

He tried to focus on his work, until Alice came downstairs, dressed in an old t-shirt and her sweatpants. Her hair was in a bun, and she had cleaning gloves with a flower pattern on her hands.

"What are you doing?!" FP spat out as he gestured at her outfit.

"Unclogging the toilet." Alice stated the obvious, gesturing to the plunger in her hands.

"Don't dress sexy like that! What are you thinking? You're killing me!" FP shook his head disapprovingly as he turned his chair so he wouldn't have to look at her. He would truly lose his self control.

The more days passed by, the more FP had trouble controlling himself. He knew why he was doing this, but God he missed intimacy with her. Sure, he had been in prison for seven months without any form of physical interaction, but it was different when you were dating the woman of your dreams. So, when they were having lunch together FP thought it was finally time for them to go at it.

"FP, can you butter my bagel?" Alice was reading the paper and gestured for the toaster, but instead of a nod she saw him happily jump off the barstool.

"Yes it's time!" She hadn't seem him smile this brightly before and he already made his way to the stairs, ready to go for it.

"What are you talking about?" Alice chuckled a little by his eagerness. She understood that he had to wait a long time, but the ten days hadn't passed yet.

"You just asked me to butter your bagel." FP stated the obvious, as if there was no other way than to read that as in invite to have sex.

"Since when is that a euphemism?" She raised her eye brow confused, as in her ears it sounded no where near something that would lead to sex. But on the other hand, she wasn't the one who had a strict no touching yourself policy. At least she could have her fun without disturbing their plan.