Beckham

I’ve never thought of myself as a femme fatale, or even as particularly sexy, but I know I turn Sully on. We were insatiable when we were together before, and there’s no reason we won’t be again. Sex was never a problem with us.

Until now. The sun went down outside my bedroom window almost thirty minutes ago, and he hasn’t come for me yet. I could go to him, but I’m naked. Naked, and waiting.

I wait, and I wait, knowing the sun will be coming up again as we switch time zones. Now, it’s my pride stopping me from searching him out, and not my nakedness. But, fuck my pride; I need to know what’s going on.

I throw some panties and my t-shirt on, knowing the flight attendants won’t be hanging around unless we need them. When I get to the other bedroom, I don’t bother knocking.

Sully is praying, as he kneels on the floor, facing the window. I want to watch, but I don’t want to be disrespectful, so I leave. He must’ve overslept, and now I feel as though we need to be doing something else. Not what I planned, but something to transition into it.

Eating. Yes, we need to eat. I put the rest of my clothes on, and call over to ask for our dinner. I’m getting everything set up when he comes out to join me.

“You didn’t need to leave my room.”

“I felt like I was intruding.”

“Never,” he says, putting his arms around me from behind. “I’m not ashamed of my prayers, especially with you.”

“You shouldn’t be ashamed with anyone, because faith is a beautiful thing.”

“It is.”

“Are you ready to eat?”

“Yes, because it’s been far too long.”

“It’s been less time than usual.”

“For my fast, yes, but that is ruled by where I am, and not actual time. It is you I have waited so long for, my love.”

There he goes again, saying he’s in love with me. I feel guilty for not saying it back, but I can’t. He traveled across an ocean to get away from me, and I can’t just forget about that. My body—and my heart—want me to, but my mind is still in charge at the moment.

“We have a couple hours of darkness left.”

“Plenty of time for dinner, and more dinner.”

“I’m not sure I like you referring to me as ‘dinner’.”

“It’s a compliment, I assure you.”

“I guess you’ll just have to show me.”

“I guess so.”

We eat our dinner at a pace that isn’t quite frenzied, but it’s faster than normal for us. We’re hungrier for each other than we are for the meal, but we know we need it. No words are spoken, even after we finish; we simply walk into the bedroom I used for my nap.

“If I had woken up earlier, what would I have found in the room?” he asks, pulling my top off.

“Me, naked, and waiting.”

“Show me.”

“Why?”

“I need a reminder of why I should always set an alarm.”

“Finish taking my clothes off, and I’ll give you that reminder.”

He kisses me hard, as his hands slide into my panties, and push them down. “So sexy.”

I blush at his compliment, and back up, until my knees hit the bed. His eyes are dark now, looking like twin flames as he drinks me in, and making me burn even hotter for him. I lounge on the pillows like I did earlier, spreading my legs wide open. Sully licks his lips, as he pulls off his shirt in that sexy way guys do, and slides his lounge pants down his legs.

“If I can see you like this every day of my life, I will die happy.”

“Maybe every other day, but only if you stop looking and get your sexy ass over here.”

“You think my ass is sexy, Beckham?” he asks, putting some extra swagger into his steps as he walks over to me. His cock is proudly saluting me, and I need it now.

“I think you’re an ass.”

He laughs, before dipping his head, and showing me how nice he actually can be. So very nice. Our lovemaking—sex—is nothing crazy, or out of the ordinary. I ride him slowly, until we can’t take it any longer. When he takes over, thrusting into me erratically, we both come hard. It’s normal, and wonderful, and makes me believe that maybe, just maybe, this really is love.

* * *

Sully

I’m not looking forward to facing Matt. I know I’ve got my job, but he sent Beckham to me for a reason. It’s his respect I’m afraid I’ve lost. Again.

“Hey,” I say when he opens his door to me.

“Come on in.”

I look around, but I don’t see Reina or the baby. That doesn’t really mean anything since this place is so huge. I don’t mind if Reina sees me groveling, but I’d rather it just be the two of us.

“Are we alone?”

“Why? Are you scared I might shoot you?”

“I wasn’t until you mentioned it.”

He laughs. “We’re alone.”

“I’m sorry, Matt. I shouldn’t have left.”

“No, I don’t believe you should’ve, but everyone has to find their way somehow.”

“You sent Beckham to me.”

“Nev sent her.”

“With your help.”

He sits down on the couch, and gestures for me to do the same. “You were falling into habits that were harmful for you in the past, and were threatening your future.”

“I know you couldn’t hold me C&C job forever.”

“The hell I couldn’t! I’m not talking about work. Beckham is what you need, and she needs you too. The more pictures you took with women on your lap, the more you hurt her. If you can honestly tell me you’d rather lose her than face who you truly are, then I’ll send you back. Pay your bills, and turn a blind eye again. I want you to be happy.”

“She makes me happy, and I don’t want to leave. I’m ready to truly embrace my faith—and who I am.”

“Who you are isn’t defined by your faith.”

“I think it might be.”

“Tread carefully, Sully. I have nothing against religion or faith, but when one loses themselves in theirs, it becomes hard for those around them.”

“My casual faith hasn’t helped me.”

“Your faith has never been casual. You may not adhere to the no drinking aspect, but you are at a mosque every Friday, you pray every day, and you observe your holidays. Those things aren’t casual.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I have to do this my way.”

He doesn’t understand. He understands more than most, but he’s not me. He’s not us.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes,” I tell him, getting up. I turn back to him when I reach the door. “I hope you know how much I appreciate all you’ve done for me. I know things are rough with my father right now, and I never want you to think I’m taking his side, because I’m talking to him.”

“I know you’re not, and I know you appreciate everything. I’ve always known that, even when you were acting like an entitled brat.”

“I will not be acting that way again.”

He nods, because he believes in me. Not because he understands the change I am going to enact in myself. I am going to embrace my entire faith, but especial Zakat. I will aid those in need, and give all I can to charity. It is the very least I can do.

I have more than I will ever need, and it’s time to give back. I know of an organization in Las Vegas that strives to bring people together, while helping those in the most need. I will reach out to them tomorrow, and see what I can do. Nev probably knows of them already, but this is something I must do on my own. The research, and the work itself, will be all me.

Knowing I will no longer be hiding my faith, or trying to buy my way out of the stigma of it is a glorious feeling. A weight has been lifted off me, and I never want it back again. I am finally on the right path.