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Chapter Twelve

"I can't help but notice you haven't said anything for a really, really long time."

He was right. It had been at least a minute, probably roughly around the amount of seconds it took me to cum all over his face. There was nothing I could do about it though. He had just said something that plucked at heartstrings I didn't have, and he didn't seem to know he'd done it.

He was just... lying there, cock still impossibly hard. How was he still aroused? Shouldn't it have gone down by now? I just stood there in silence for an eternity, it wasn't right that he still had an erection.

Even though I still seemed to have my ladyboner. I kept counting down all the things he'd just said in my head, me and Scrim, him and me... making love. And then something just sort of clasped my pussy in a warm, wet hand, and everything I wanted to do or say ran right out of me.

"You ight? Where did I lose you? It was the word 'love' in there, right?" He pointed at the door and near-mouthed his next words. "I'll just get my coat."

I actually let out a little amused sound when he said that. And though it was funny- damn, he was funny- it was also sad at the same time, because I couldn't remember any man making me laugh. Literally, I couldn't name one.

It was just him, with his too-big gestures. I actually grabbed his leg and said, "No, no," while doing something weird, like giggling. I was giggling like some girl I never was and reeling him back in even though he was still trying to escape. He was halfway over the edge of the bed when I finally managed to get a grip on his body, though the grip wasn't exactly a good one.

I had curled myself against the back of him, my arms around his middle. And he took note of this, in a very particular sort of way.

"Oh, so you are gonna fuck me- oh okay then." He said, and here was the thing- I laughed again. It was easy to, when I got to hide my face in his shoulder-blades and listened to him laughing too.

It vibrated against the side of my face when I pressed it to him. When I held him for just a second and felt how soft his skin was, it was sort of like hugging a really lovely bear, only without the word in there that I was absolutely not doing.

I was not hugging him, alright?

"Are you... holding me?" He asked.

I was not doing that either.

"No. I'm just getting ready to fuck you through the mattress."

"Building up to it, huh?"

"I'm drawing it out until you go insane."

"Well, you're pretty close to that right now. Pretty sure I can feel your tits pressing into my back."

"You can't. I just have really weird elbows."

He tried to glance at me over his shoulder, but it was hard because I barely made up half of him.

"I don't think it's healthy to have pillowy arm joints. Plus, you know, I think I can see your elbows. They're right here with the arms you've got wrapped around me."

"They're not my arms. They're someone else's."

"Oh yeah? Are we playing sexy stranger now?"

I rubbed my face against his back in a way I could only describe as contented. Even though I didn't want to think of it as anything like that. "Is that what you wanna do? You want me to be some hoe you picked up in a bar?"

He laughed, long and low. "You think I pick up hoes in bars? Man, you don't know me at all."

"Okay then." I said, as something very specific fluttered through my mind. "Would you fuck a random girl, other than me, if the opportunity arose?"