Cricket: Ember's Story

The New Year

West keeps putting off meeting with his father. First he changed the plan, deciding to bring me along for moral support but to leave Cricket out of it, which is fine because that means we can do it before I get Cricket back. Something tells me it'll be even easier to make excuses once we're full-time parents. Also,

"Telling a lie to get back in his good graces is what I've always done. It's time to be real," West tells me.

"So let's go," I say.

I can tell he's concocting another excuse so I stop him before he speaks.

"Today. No more stalling. In fact, right now. Let's go. He is your only family, and I'd give my fucking arm for that, and you can't put this off or let this go on any longer."

"We just woke up!"

It's early, but Daylight Savings ensures we have winter sunlight coming through the window above the bed. West is holding me, and I'm resting my head on his warm chest.

"That's an excuse," I say.

"I should call first," he says thoughtfully, winding a strand of my hair around his finger.

"So he can tell you to fuck off and hang up? That's a cop out."

"He might be working."

"Excuse."

"Maybe he doesn't even live in that house anymore."

"Dumb excuse."

"I haven't showered."

"Even dumber excuse."

"I'm naked!"

I can't help laughing at that one. "He saw you when you were born. Once again, a shit excuse."

"You're naked," he says with a smirk.

"I can put on clothes!"

"Except that you are not allowed to wear clothes in this room. Not anymore."

"Oh yeah?" I say with a grin.

I crawl on top of him and start kissing his neck.

"Yeah," he says softly, his fingers running up my thighs and coming to rest on my hip bones.

"What're you gonna do to me if I disobey?" I whisper against his throat.

"If I see you wearing clothes in this room, I'm gonna start by ripping them off with my bare hands and setting them on fire. Then, when I got you naked-"

I reach my hand under my hips and softly tease his erection. He gasps and arches his back.

"Already hard. That was easy." I smirk.

West slaps my ass. "It's morning!"

"Yeah why do guys always get boners in the morning anyway?" I ask.

"Who cares? Let's fuck!"

"Answered like a man. You know how unfair that is? Just one more shit thing about being female. It takes so much work for a girl to get wet and-"

I squeak in surprise as West grabs me by the waist and pulls me up his chest so I'm straddling his neck. His tongue darts out, teasing me until I let out a soft groan.

"You were saying?" he asks.

"Shut up," I say breathlessly. "Just keep doing that."

We spend another couple of hours between the sheets making love, then cuddling, then falling back to sleep, then waking up to do it all over again.