January, 1996
The apartment is quiet when I wake up. The only noise coming from a siren in the distance, the furnace clicking on and the deep breathing of the man sleeping next to me.
I turn over towards him. It's barely dawn, the only light is from the street lamps outside streaming through the window. It's glow illuminating the bed, giving me a perfect view of my boyfriend Jimmy.
A fresh cut and clean shave shows off his handsome features. The slope of his nose. Dimpled chin. Full lips parted as he breaths evenly. The rise and fall of his bare chest, his t-shirt on me instead. He looks so peaceful.
We've been together for over two months now, and it's been the best two months of my life.
After Jimmy got off work the night of the battle, he came here. And he hasn't left since. Every morning I wake up to him. We get ready together. He makes a pot of coffee while I make us a quick breakfast. He drives me to work so I don't have to take the bus anymore. In the evenings we go out with friends. Or we pick up Lily for a few hours. Or I meet him at the studio. Or we stay home and make love. Most nights it's the latter, falling asleep in his arms.
Jimmy has been working endlessly in the studio to make a demo. Every spare bit of money he earns is put into it. His time and energy as well. He's a perfectionist I've discovered. And if he isn't at the studio or at work, he was writing at home. Every time an idea popped in his mind he had to write it down. In a notebook, on scraps of paper, napkins, on his hand- on my hand. There were lyrics everywhere. He raps about everything, especially his life- living in Detroit, being white, being poor, his family, his friends, the shelter...me even.
Sometimes I wonder how it's possible we've only known each other for such a short time. It's like I've known Jimmy my whole life. It was like what happened in November, only made our relationship stronger. It was intense from the start, fast paced and passionate- still is. And a lot went wrong, but a lot more went right thankfully. We both know what we want, and that's each other.
We spend so much time dreaming. We vividly envision everything, describing every detail of our plans late at night wrapped in each others arms. He'll make it big as a rapper. I'll open a youth center for the city. Both supporting each others endeavors. We'll get a house, one of the big ones in one of the nicer neighborhoods. Better cars, better clothes, better everything. Most importantly though, we want to be able to take care of the ones we love.
We both know how far off these dreams are. That it'll take a lot of time and work to get there. That they could also never happen, though I have less doubts than him. But it's fun to dream together, planning a future together. We'd settle for being financially stable and happy, anything really as long as we're together.
He's the perfect guy. And he's all mine.
I move my hand down Jimmy's bare chest, a sudden ache between my thighs. We have over an hour till we have to leave. That's plenty of time to get ready, eat something, and have a quickie before we go.
I slip my hand under the waistband of his boxers, taking a hold of what's inside. I kiss his chest then his neck softly as I stroke him in my hand, easing him awake.
"Tessa." He breaths. He's groggy at first. I continue my slow and leisurely pace, moving my lips to his the same way. We kiss till he's more awake, which doesn't take much time at all, and then he takes control.
I let go of him as Jimmy guides me onto my back, settling into his position on top of me. Between kisses my panties are slipped off as I push down his boxers. His hands move over my body, under my shirt- or rather his shirt- caressing me lovingly. He reaches over, grabbing a condom from the drawer. In a matter of seconds he has it on and he's inside me.
It starts slow, a lazy morning coupling. Taking our time. No words are said, we don't need them. Just the sounds of our lovemaking. He breathes me in, his nose pressed up against my throat. Hearts beating as one, rapidly. Hips moving in sync.
Eventually it becomes more urgent. With every thrust, the old metal bed frame creaks, banging against the bedroom wall. The noise encourages him to go faster, harder.
I hug him against me, digging into his back. Grunts mixed with moans. Jimmy's named cried out repeatedly in ecstasy, pleading for him not to stop.
I have no doubt everyone in the building can hear us. Maybe not our deaf elderly landlady below thankfully, but surely the man above us. But I can't contain myself. I wouldn't be surprised if that was Jimmy's intention either. It's like he wants everyone to know what we're doing. I'm not ashamed or anything. But I may avert my eyes when I pass my neighbor in the hallway for a few days.
I come undone, Jimmy following soon after.
He rolls off of me, both of us laying there a moment as we try to catch our breaths. I reach over, running the back of my hand over his chest. When I look over to him, I see a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. I kiss them, "Good morning."
"Good morning is right." he chuckles, rubbing my back as he stares into my eyes. "That's one hell of a way to wake up."
"I thought we'd start the day off right."
"I like your thinkin'." he smirks, then, "I love you baby."
"I love you." He kisses me slowly in response. I could stay like this forever. But I break away from him when I notice the time on the clock. "We gotta go or we'll be late."
Sex took a good chunk of time out of our morning routine. But it was worth it.
He pulls me back before I can get up, "Let's call in sick. Stay in bed all day."
"Sorry not today. I have to train a new hire at the daycare and you sir have your first day as lead press operator." I remind him. He releases me so I can get out of bed.
"I can barely contain my excitement." He says, monotone. I chuckle, as I grab a towel. I know this isn't what he wants to be doing, I understand. But the promotion came with a raise, which means he has more money to put towards studio time. And more studio time means a completed demo eventually, taking the next step to fulfill his- our- dreams. And that's all that matters.
Jimmy has made no move to get out of bed. So I offer, "Come on, we'll save time if we shower together."
With that, Jimmy hops up, chasing me into the bathroom.
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A/N
Hi!! Here we are, the sequel to Love Me.
This story will be updated irregularly! I probably wont update for a little bit. Just a heads up, I might be jumping around a lot too, skipping a month to multiple months per chapter. I guess it'll be like one-shots or something.
Also, side note and I know it's silly to address but I found it funny. I'm not sure if anyone else noticed or even cares, but a friend brought to my attention the fact that there is an actual person (youtuber or something) named Gabbie Hanna. And maybe I knew this somehow subconsciously when I was naming Gabi and Hanna but I really don't know who that is and it was not intentional. It is hilarious to me though.
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