Gibson
I'd never imagined taking a nap after having such a raging hard-on, but when Sacha snuggled up to me, all sated and warm, I had no choice but to relax. The sounds she'd made, her uncontrolled responses, told me I'd done a good job at getting her off. It was a satisfying first round, and I still had some things to show her.
When we awoke from our short nap, around four, I suddenly felt hungry again. While she used the bathroom, I pulled on a robe and went to the kitchen. The fridge was nearly empty, except for eggs and the leftovers from a previous dinner. Within minutes, I had an omelet going and a pot of coffee on to brew.
Sacha returned to the kitchen, partially dressed in her long sweater and some socks, looking like she didn't know what to say. I set down the spatula and pulled her up into a bear hug, complete with a passionate kiss, just to let her know that fun time wasn't over.
"Don't even think of leaving, Missy. I'm making us an early dinner here. Refueling, as it were."
I gave her what I hoped was my sexiest grin, but the apprehension had returned to her face. She thinks too much. Gotta work on that.
When I released her, she sat on a chair next to the kitchen table. "I am hungry again. But I better not have coffee. Do you have any herbal tea?"
I did, and brewed her a cup. Minutes later, we were eating in companionable silence, or so I thought. I was mentally working on a way to seduce her again, with some clever line or move that might impress her, when she sat her fork down and looked at me expectantly.
"Everything okay, Sacha?"
"That was awesome, what you did to me in there."
"My pleasure. But?"
"But we shouldn't have."
"Really? You're still clinging to that. Do you get more excited by pretending this is wrong? Because it's not."
Her green eyes flashed with indignation. She was about to get defensive again. But I meant what I said, so I held my ground, waiting for her to lash out.
"How is it not? We agreed to remain just partners, co-parents only."
"You keep saying that, but you're still here. My guess is that you don't hate the thought of being more than co-parents."
Maybe calling out her confusing behavior would piss her off again, but it had to be said.
She stared at the wall for a moment then fixed me with a serious look. "I don't hate the idea, no. But that doesn't mean I think it's the best course of action, given our situation."
I thought about her words for a minute, sipping my coffee. It seemed she was playing a game with herself called, "push him away before something bad happens." If all we had going here was sex, she wouldn't care so much. She would just enjoy it and then hit the road. Her protest meant she was having some feelings for me, feelings she didn't want to deal with.
I couldn't force her to face her feelings, but if I could get her to stay, the chances of this thing between us being about more than sex would increase.
"Well, let's enjoy ourselves then. If it's just sex, and us getting it out of our systems, we can forget about it after you go home, right? We've already been intimate, so why don't you stay tonight and we'll see what happens?"
Her skeptical look wasn't the reaction I'd hoped for, but she didn't get up to leave. She sipped her tea, and I watched a parade of emotions cross her pretty face. Then a smile crept back onto her lips, and it was like the sun coming out again.
"Maybe you're right. I'm probably overthinking it. Let's get all this out of our systems, so we can get on with the business of co-parenting."
Challenge accepted.
"Agreed. Now, let's clean up these dishes and get back into bed. I'm not done with you yet."