The Snake and Butterfly (23/?)
Fandom: Ghost/ Ex-Ghost/ TID/MCC/Priest
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't know, Don't own, DIdn't happen, no money and no disrespect.
Author/Co-author: Malicevampire90/Hypervyper
Notes: Short chapter.
Warnings: None
When you wake up, you're not on your side anymore, rather you're on your stomach with Linton's arm over your back. You try to shift closer to him but bite your lip when you feel a dull ache between your legs start up and it's like a tsunami of memory hits you suddenly as last night comes back. Despite the small amount of pain you feel you also feel the slightest stirring at the thought and you can't help but sigh and push your face against your arm, how was it possible that you wanted to have sex again...it was not fair in the least. You turn your head and look over at him, he's still asleep, looking as peaceful as someone can, his hair being a frazzled mess from the way he'd been tossing around all night you suppose. You ignore the mild pain and roll onto your side so that you're facing him and put your hand through his hair, it's getting so long and you know that it annoys him when it gets in his eyes...but you hope that he never cuts it. You'd always thought the longer hair was handsome on him and it suited him somehow. You let your head rest on the pillow before you just lay there for a few minutes keeping your hand threaded through his hair, you admit even that you're a bit jealous because his is a lot nicer than yours is and the thought makes you laugh a little louder than you mean to. He stirs a bit but other than him leaning into your hand slightly he doesn't move again, You wonder if you'll get in trouble if you start something but a part of you doesn't care much...you've thought of doing it plenty of times when you'd stayed over here but had just never done it. You get a sly smile when you think about how it could be a nice payback for waking you up last night but a bigger part of you knows that's not why you want to give him a good morning blow job...you want to hear him moan in his sleep because of what you're doing to him...all in all that is the only reason you consider doing what you now have made up your mind to do. You turn over so that you can hold onto his arm , sliding out from under and and sitting up next to him, you gently give him a few nudges until he groans and rolls over onto his back after a few moments of watching him to see if he's awake or not you let your eyes slide down over him, over that snake tattoo that dominated one side of his body down to where the covers were covering him still. You can't say you're surprised when you let your eyes slide down farther to where the sheets do little at hiding the beginnings of a morning erection...you'd seen plenty of guys in the dorms wandering around in the morning to know it's not unusual...but you weren't interested in them, you were interested in him.
You lift your hand and put it on his stomach lightly, enough that you're sure it won't tickle but light enough it won't wake him up just yet, sliding it down over his skin until your fingers hook into the sheet and pull it down. The more skin that is exposed the more you feel your lips curl upwards into a smile and soon enough you pull it down past his hips and you move so that you're straddling his legs, one hand on the bed to steady yourself as you lean down and touch your tongue to the base of his cock, sliding it up the underside until you get to his tip. You do it again but this time instead of letting him slide off your tongue you pull him into your mouth and work your tongue around him slowly, you feel him get harder in your mouth and you pull your head back to concentrate on his head...it's only when you lock your lips around the tip of him and start to suck hard that you hear his breathing pick up a bit. The longer you work on him the more noise he makes and it's so different than when he's awake, when he's awake he is in control and doesn't make much noise but in his sleep he's powerless...and his low groans are proof of that. You shift slightly and start a semi steady rhythm of sliding your mouth over him and it doesn't take long for his hands to wander down and rest on your head, you can feel his hips moving slightly keeping pace with your head and you hear his moans get deeper, the sounds making you feel the small ache between your legs get more intense. You pull your head back and slide your free hand down your stomach before you take him deeply into your mouth and start to slowly circle your clit, you can't keep a small moan of your own quiet and when he feels it around him his hips arch up against your mouth suddenly and you pull back fighting back a sharp cough from it. It's only when you glance at his face that you see he's very awake and he has a barely there smile as well, he doesn't say anything about you touching yourself, or not asking for any type of permission...he doesn't say a single thing, just watches you and when you start to feel a bit awkward you go to move your hand.
"Don't stop...best to be nice and wet."
You nod slightly but don't trust yourself to talk, instead you start moving your hand again and you bite your lip hard when you find the right pace. You lean forward again and take him back into your mouth, though this time you're moaning around his cock from your own hand and you're almost desperate to get him to cum. You practically devour him and the low growl he makes only encourages you to move faster, sliding your tongue over him more until you feel him sit up and forcibly pull you off of him.
Before you can make sense of what is even happening you're on your stomach and you feel his hands on your hips, pulling your ass up.
"Thought you would've had enough after the last 36 hours." You can feel him against you and it only makes you want it more, you try to move your hips but his hands keep you firmly in place.
"You said I wouldn't be able to leave the room..." More and more you weren't caring when you started to sound a bit childish around him...he never seemed to mind it.
"Mmm...that was last night, I have things for you to do today while I'm gone...but now..." You feel him slide his cock against you but he doesn't make a move to do much else. "You'll just have to work through the pain princess."
You want to let out a indignant whine but you don't get the chance, before you can even make a sound he grips the front of your hips and lifts them up off the bed and without one word of warning you feel him push into you fully, the angle he has you at makes sure that he hits your spot and you let out a shaky scream.
"Shh...Simon and Sara are home, be quiet."
If you weren't in so much painful pleasure you would have laughed at the idea he thought you could be quiet, instead he starts to push into you quickly, hitting that spot inside you over and over again, each time you let out a loud drawn out moan that only gets higher in pitch the harder he fucks you, you aren't concerned with keeping quiet. You hear him lean over you and growl in your ear and it sends a delicious shock to your cunt at everything going on, you feel him slam his hips into you hard enough it forces both of you forward but he keeps himself buried inside your pussy as he speaks into your ear, his voice is so low it feels like it makes your insides vibrate.
"I said be quiet little girl...or are you incapable of it?"
You feel one of his hands snake around your throat and you shudder when he pulls your head back a little. "I can't be quiet with you Daddy...It's impossible."
He doesn't say anything at first, he doesn't even move and eventually you start to wiggle your hips in the hope he'll move. You let out a squeak though when you feel his hand leave your throat and suddenly you feel his hand against the back of your neck, both of your hands are free but all they manage to do is grip the bedsheets tightly as he pulls his hips away from you until only his head is still inside you. "I guess we'll just have to bite the pillow then won't we."
It happens so quickly that you don't have time to really react to it, you feel his hand on the back of your neck push your face down into the pillow as he all but brutally buries himself in you again, and sure enough the loud scream that rips its way out of your throat gets lost in his pillow. After a few rough thrusts he lets go of your neck and goes back to gripping your hips tightly, you move your hands and grip the pillow tightly keeping your mouth covered as more loud moans and squeals get forced out of you. You can hear him groaning quietly, breathing fast, pulling your hips back onto his cock faster and faster and all you can do is lay there and take the abuse, you wouldn't have it any other way though, the mix of pleasure you feel along with the stinging pain brought tears to your eyes but you were far from wanting him to stop. Each time his hips slam into you, each time his cock strikes that spot deep inside you and makes your back arch, each time you have to push your face into his pillow and scream into it...all of it makes you feel like your body is on fire and when he starts to pick up his speed and moan more loudly you feel the ache in your stomach and cunt start to be unbearable. There have only been a few times that you've managed to get off without being touched...and from the tenseness building up in your belly you can tell this will be one of those times, you feel him push you closer and closer until you let out a half muffled warning. You feel him lean over you again, hands leaving your hips but his steady thrusts keeping them up in the air, you feel him wrap your hair around his hand pull your head back before you feel his other hand cover your mouth tightly and in that moment you feel yourself fall over the edge. He holds you close to him, and even with his hand the scream you let out is still loud, you feel your body tense up suddenly and it's like a wave of agonizing pleasure hits you hard, you feel him put his face against your back and just as you feel your vision start to dim you feel him slam his hips into you that one final time, hard enough it breaks through your haze and makes you moan lowly.
You aren't sure if you can even move after what feels like an eternity of both of your laying there. You feel him kiss the skin of your shoulders and back until he sits up as gently as he can and lets himself slide free of you, you feel almost disappointed at the feeling of emptiness but you know that he can't stay in you forever, as nice of a thought as that would be. It's only when you feel his hands on your back that you realize he's talking to you but you couldn't make out words if you tried, your head was still spinning and the last small waves of climax were still washing over you, there was no way you could form words or even move right now. He doesn't seem upset by your lack of communication and just continues to lay next to you, his hand sliding over your back slowly until you feel that you can form at least half decent sentences, you turn your head and look at him with a lazy smile but you don't say anything. He's still catching his breath a bit and his face is just the smallest bit sweaty from all of it...it makes you want to laugh but you can't find the energy to do it.
"You ok?"
"Mhm...."
"Shower?"
You nod, "I don't think I can move...my legs are jelly..."
He chuckles and leans down, pulling you into a small kiss. "I think I can carry you."
"Gonna have to Daddy...this princess can't walk."
"Good thing princess is so tiny then huh."
You don't answer him but you close your eyes and smile, if there was ever a doubt in your mind about how amazing sex with this man was...the fact that you were laying here thoroughly and well fucked to the point you couldn't move was plenty of proof...and on top of that he was going to carry you to the shower. You were a lucky bitch.
It doesn't take much effort for him to get you out of bed and even less effort to keep you upright once you two are in the shower...you hold on to him though because you don't trust your legs. He doesn't say much as he proceeds to clean you up, being mindful of between your legs too...the longer you stood there in the warm water the more sore you became, and you were aware that you'd be feeling this every time you walked, sat down, or did anything. You liked it though. It was a nice reminder. You let him clean you up though, if for not other reason than you were simply too wore out to do it yourself and the face that it felt nice...you can't help but wonder how it was that he'd never thought about being this kind of dom before though. Sure, he could probably pull off the master title well enough, he'd started out the relationship being much more strict and less emotional than he'd become...caring just seemed to be something that came naturally to him. The Linton you'd come to know after this many years was affectionate, caring, and more than pleasing in the bedroom, you seriously had a hard time figuring out why he hadn't just been doing this from the beginning...and especially looking at the last sub he'd had...she was misbehaved and feisty but you supposed not in a way that a sub should be. You feel him turn you around so that your back is against him and for a few moments you feel his arms around you tightly and you feel like you could melt into it easily. You were misbehaved though, you were feisty, you were childish and honestly you had come to terms with the fact that you wanted all of his attention. You no longer felt embarrassed when you pouted, whined, gave him attitude or wanted to act all cute and kid like...he never once made you feel judged by it and actually he'd gone with it. Sometimes he treated you the way you wanted to be treated but sometimes, you forgot that it was new to him too...of course it didn't change the sex much thankfully. You two could literally spend all day and night fucking and still want more, but you both wanted it. You start to giggle a bit and lean your head back against his shoulder, he's watching you with a slightly amused look.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing...just thinking that you make a good Daddy...at least to me you do."
"You think so?"
"Mhm...just seems to come to you it feels like..."
"Maybe I just got lucky and have a behaved little girl."
You swear to god that you could fall asleep standing up against him right now, it's hard to keep your eyes open with the heat of the shower and how he's got his arms around you still.
"Don't you dare fall asleep on me, I've got plans for you today."
His voice pulls you out of your haze and you instantly let you arms drop down to your sides letting out a irritated sound. "That is so not fair, you woke me up at like three this morning..."
"And you woke me up too, don't think that isn't going to go unnoticed princess."
You don't even care now, you lean against him and pout even if it is only half hearted, he just laughs lightly and continues cleaning the both of you off.
Your pout doesn't go anywhere atter you both get dressed and head downstairs, it remains prominently on your face throughout a quick breakfast and some small talk between the three of them. Once Sara and Simon are gone though, you let out a deep sigh and look over at him, he still has that amused smile on his face but he doesn't say anything at first.
"You done pouting?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good, you're adorable when you pout but that doesn't mean I want to see you do it all the time. I have some things that I have to do in town today, shouldn't be more than an hour or two..."
"And I can't go?"
No...I need my attention focused on what I'm doing...that'd be impossible with you around, you know that."
Despite the fact you tell yourself not to smile you can't help it and you feel a small chuckle come out of your mouth, it was always amusing to know that he had trouble focusing when you were around.
"Anyway, can't leave a babygirl home alone without anything to do, so..."
"Noo...."
He gives you a look and immediately you stop, you know when enough is enough with him. "I expect you to have the dishes from this morning done, I also expect you have your things upstairs sorted out and put away. That doesn't sound to bad does it?"
You shake your head, you hate dishes though...with a burning passion. "No Sir..."
"And when you get done with those things...I have one more thing I want you to do."
"What's that?"
"I want you to color something for me."
You aren't entirely sure you hear him right so you don't answer at first, you do look over at him with a brow raised because he can't really be serious about what he just said...or what you think he just said. "Like...you mean color something like a picture?"
"Mhm."
"Are you serious Sir?"
"Do I look like I'm not?"
His face is entirely void of any hint that he could be joking with you and as a matter of fact he looked a bit annoyed that you weren't believing him. "I'm sorry Sir, just coloring sounds kind of..."
"Childish?"
"I guess..."
"Well..." You watch him lean forward on the table for a few seconds so he can put his cup down before he pushes his chair back and looks at you, patting his hands against his lap, you only feel a little nervous but only because you're not sure if you've made him upset or not. Regardless you get up from your chair and walk over to him, sitting down on his legs. He moves you so that you're facing him, your legs on either side of him and dangling just off the floor, you keep your hands against your legs as you both sit there in silence for what feels like forever...but in all honestly couldn't have been more than a few minutes. "You are my little girl. and i think that Daddy needs a picture from his princess. It would make me really happy if you did."
You aren't sure what it is, if its the tone he's using, the fact he's saying that a picture you color would make him happy, the fact that he had you sitting in his lap with his arms around you, or maybe it was everything all at once...but you could feel yourself slip a bit, he relaxed you in such a way when he was like this that any other time if it had happened you'd be mortified of anyone else seeing this. You feel your face heat up a little and before you can stop it you feel a very girly giggle escape your mouth, you still feel like you should stop it but you've gotten better....the first time this had happened with him you'd been so embarrassed that you'd apologized for probably a solid five minutes, but this time you didn't. This time you duck your head down and push your forehead against his shoulder...still a bit embarrassed but nothing like what the 30 year old you would be feeling. You feel him laugh quietly before he brings his hands up to your back, pulling you back so he can look at you, each time this happens you expect this to be the time that he is disgusted by it...but each time it happens he just looks more in love than before, and you're reminded of your thoughts in the shower, about how this came so easily to him.
"So can you be a good girl and do those things for me today while I'm gone?"
"You kick your legs a little and nod. "Yes I can Daddy..." You pause..."I can color anything I want?"
"Anything...within reason."
"That's no fun..."
"Sure it is...anything you want so long as it's not schoolwork, books, walls...you know better than to color on those things don't you princess."
"Mhm...."
"Good..." He leans forward and gives your forehead a kiss before helping you stand up, once your both standing you follow him out of the kitchen and watch him grab what little he was taking with him. "If I don't leave now I'll be gone longer than I thought...I'll be back in a couple of hours ok?"
"Ok..."
You let out a loud squeak when you feel him pick you up entirely off the floor and your first response is to grab onto his shoulders tightly and wrap your legs around him, he doesn't look like he minds though. "Be good. " He holds you closer and gives you a short but very hard kiss before he lets you back onto your feet and leaves, and just like that you're alone in the house standing in a bit of a daze lost somewhere between knowing you have to do these things and wishing he'd stayed home and kept you in bed.
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You hadn't lied when you'd said there were some things you needed to get done in town today...among them was picking up a few things at the store but the other larger reason you were leaving her adorable ass was that you needed to talk to Boomer. Boomer was well known around campus as being the go to guy for just about any substance-illegal or not-your heart was set on, and if he didn't have it or couldn't obtain it himself, he knew who to go to. You'd been consistently buying pot off the guy for years and not much had changed when you became a teacher here...you still sought him out when you were low or out and he always delivered quality herb discreetly. You'd called Tobias before meeting up with Ophelia and you were interested in his idea...he'd only laughed and told you a bit more detail about what he'd have done if it was him...which you have a hard time imagining. The basics of the plan were simple...secure enough heroin to make this worth Gunner's time, lure him to the bathroom of the dorms...or wherever at that point, let him 'catch' you and O, and have a talk with him. There were really only three snags in the plan so far. You had to somehow get ahold of his drug of choice which wasn't going to be easy considering Boomer mainly dealt with pot, you had to figure out what you were going to about your talk with Gunner...you needed to know exactly what to say to him because apparently he's too dumb to take a hint. And lastly, you had to convince O to go along with all of this...especially as a lure because drugs alone wasn't going to get him to that bathroom. You don't likely see her agreeing to this though...and you can't blame her, he'd tried to forcibly have sex with her and you were going to ask her to pretend to be semi interested in him enough to get him to come to a designated spot...it was beyond a long shot. The only way you could see her agreeing was if you could guarantee that he'd not touch her at all. All you needed was her to act like she was interested...to get him interested...and beyond that she never had to look at him again, you would make sure that he'd not be given a chance to get her alone if at all possible and you were willing to get your friends in on it too. You sigh and try to focus on one thing at a time though, you were wishing that you'd have brought something a tad bit warmer than what you'd had on, but all in all you weren't about to turn around and go home to get something, you could deal.You're first order of business was to find Boomer though...you have a good idea of where he'll be so you start a pretty fast walk in that direction. Not many people came looking for him on Sundays so you were really hoping you wouldn't run into anyone that you knew or knew you, of course living in a college town there was always that risk with it being so small. You pass by a few shops and eventually come to the corner of a small park, it's big enough to be considered a park but barely, you make a line directly down the center of it before veering off to the left to the nearest gas station. Once you walk past you duck down a small alley, you walk to the end and when you turn the small corner there you about run into the person you'd been looking for.
Boomer was a average looking kid with brown hair and brown eyes, you supposed he looked the part though. He always wore a hoodie no matter if it was 90 degrees or if it was 0, he always looked a bit shifty and paranoid, and unless you bought from him on the regular...he had no idea what you were talking about. It was a shame that he was into the drugs, he was actually a pretty smart kid when he wasn't hopped up but what were you going to do, convince him to stop?
"Fuckin hell Mr. Rubino you about gave me a fuckin heart attack." He has his hands on his knees and looks like he's having some trouble catching his breath, it's actually a little amusing.
"I didn't even say boo..."
"What can I do for you?"
"I need you to find something for me."
"Like..."
"Some brown sugar."
He looks at you strangely at first but you keep your face neutral, you know that he knows what you mean, you can see it in his eyes. "Maybe we should go somewhere else so we can look for some."
You nod and let him walk out in front of you, you'd never had a need to look for it, you didn't use it and you sure as hell weren't hanging out with anyone that did...it wasn't a huge surprise that as soon as you were both in a relatively safe area he stops and turns to look you over.
"Why you want some of that?"
"It's not for me, besides I thought you didn't ask questions."
"Normally i don't...but for someone that only ever gets pot it's a little weird to suddenly be asking for something like that."
"Can you get it or not?"
"It'll take some searching...but I may know a guy."
"Good, you let me know what you can get. I don't need a lot of it."
"How much you looking to spend?"
"Less than what I would on pot."
"Then trust me, you won't get a lot."
"that's fine." You put your hands in your pockets and lean against the side of the building you two are standing beside. "Let me know."
"Will do, should be able to let you know in a few days, cool?"
"Very cool."
After everything is said and done, and maybe after some small talk that just sort of happened you get on with your trip, it had already been an hour or so and you needed to get your ass to the store. You make a quick trip across town to one of the only stores that has everything you need, you sure as hell weren't going to go all over town for a few things...and once you make it there you don't waste much time in grabbing the few things that you needed as well as a few things for O. You chuckle to yourself when you pick up the items and head to the front of the store to pay, you honestly didn't know if she'd like anything you got but hell, she'd been very good lately and with all of the excitement that had been happening lately...maybe she'd be happy for a slight distraction. Your thoughts always wander though, they go back to how you were going to bring up this plan to her in a way that she wouldn't outright leave...because it was asking a lot. You had to make sure that it wouldn't come to the point of her being alone with him at any point...and in your head it was an easy fix, but in reality there were a lot of times in the day that she was alone and you weren't able to be watching over her. You grab your bag and head outside to start your walk home and you can't help but sigh heavily at the bullshit storm that was going to happen before she graduated. One thing at a time though, you wanted to know what exactly had been the intention behind the lab...and for that you needed to have a talk with Rob, you knew for a fact that the boy was very much still afraid of you after the last run in you two had had...and more than likely hadn't forgotten that Martin was a friend and would help you out if needed.
With a little pressure, you were sure Rob would tell you everything you wanted to know and more. Once you got Rob, you could focus solely on Gunner...and once you'd dealt with Gunner...you could tackle the issue of Alex. You weren't even sure how to start to deal with him though, what he was threatening-according to Ophelia- wasn't exactly career killing...however you could see why it could cause problems for her. Her parents in particular would probably have a hard time stomaching some of the things you'd done or made their daughter do...and you were pretty sure that even though you'd asked her to marry you...her dad was still not a huge fan of you. You didn't even want to think about students though...some of these kids were horrible and relentless, you'd seen it and the thought of her having to deal with the looks she got already along with people thinking the way you knew they did about people in your lifestyle made you angry. Lots of people wrongly assumed that if you were in her position you were either abused or you were a slut and you knew damn well that she was neither, you certainly weren't going to actively let something like that happen...so you were still at square one about how to deal with this. The only blowback you'd really feel would be increased hostility from people that already hated you and you could deal with that, but you didn't want her to have to go through it more than she already was. She already got harassed by a lot of female students and teachers already...you knew that sadly. You decide to push Alex to the back of your mind, the fact you didn't know how to proceed with him frustrated you and you didn't want to feel frustrated right now, you start to think about how you can convince O to go along with your plan, any way that you can reassure her that nothing bad will happen to her.
By the time you get home, you've never been so thankful for a warm house and you can already feel it when you mess with the lock. You push the door open and all you can really do is stand there for a few seconds, the image in front of you is honestly too much to think clearly at the moment. She certainly had followed your instructions to color you something but you hadn't quite been prepared for her to be laying there on the floor in little else but her panties and a shirt. You never could tell what exactly it was about her that turned you into a wordless caveman, only able to maybe grunt or make noise if you wanted...but it never failed that it made you loose your grasp on any language you knew. Though honestly....the longer you stood there in silence watching her, the less sexual it all seemed. You'd noticed it before but somehow it had only been in the last few weeks that it really hit you with clarity about how you felt about her like this. You'd told her earlier in the realtionship that you never considered her to be little...at least in the idea that she was a small child at heart, and she'd even agreed that some of the things she'd found on the subject just didn't add up to what she felt like. You had a word though, maybe not a little, but definitely a middle...old enough that she didn't necessarily want the little girly things, but not so old that she wouldn't accept them with a child-like happiness. You step in further and let the door close as quietly as you can, honestly you could stand there for a lot longer and just watch her color on the floor...she has her head in her hand and her feet kicked up behind her and she just looks so right like that.
You realize that you can't stand there forever though, and as soon as you move the bag makes noise and she stops, rolling over to her side to look at you.
"Was starting to worry you weren't going to come back to me."
"Why would you think that?"
You can see the small smile in her eyes despite the tiny pout that is starting to take over her lips. "Felt like you were gone forever."
You laugh a little. "You know I can't stay away from you babygirl."
"Mhm...that's the way I like it too..."
You shake your head a little and walk the short distance to the kitchen to drop the bag on the table. "Did you do your chores?"
You can hear her get up off the floor in the other room followed by the sounds of paper rustling before she walks into the kitchen. "Yes Sir...I did."
"Did you color something?"
When she doesn't answer you at first you turn around and look at her with a cocked brow, she's standing there with the most sly smile you've honestly ever seen on her and it looks like she might start laughing at any time...it definitely piques your interest.
"Babygirl, answer me."
"I did....I don't know if you'll like it though."
"Why wouldn't I like it?"
"Because I only had one coloring book..." She trails off...a lot like a kid that is afraid of being in trouble but trying hard to explain themselves.
"Show me what you colored then princess."
She hesitates but soon enough she pulls a paper from behind her back and hands it over to you, she has her head down but you can tell from the way her shoulders are shaking that she's fighting hard to keep her face straight and not laugh. You take it and after a few moments of turning it around so that you can see it right side up you really look at it. Its bright and colorful, even has some extra doodles on it that weren't in the picture to begin with...but the longer you stare at it the more you want to laugh. It's almost perfectly colored and certainly had taken her some time...but all you can focus on is what it is...and against your will you start to chuckle which sends her into a fit of soft giggles.
"Daddy needs to get you some more appropriate coloring books then doesn't he."
"Are you mad?" You can hear the seriousness of her tone through her giggles and you look up from the paper for a few moments.
"No..."
"Can't exactly hang that up anywhere though..."
"I don't know about that...I could find a place....people might wonder why I have a colorful version of 'Fuck Off' just hanging around though." You look at it again and start laughing again. "I've never seen that phrase written so nicely before."
"So does that mean you like it?"
You manage to control yourself a bit more and put the paper down on the table before closing the gap between you two, you pull her close to you and kiss her forehead. "I love it, it suits me pretty well."
You spend a majority of your day and night watching her color, letting her help you make food, and finally you both had settled on the couch to watch...you weren't even sure what it was. This was by far the longest she'd ever stayed like this and honestly it was adorable...it was hard to think that just that morning you'd fucked her like a whore and now you were cuddling her watching some kind of kids movie...though it was still fairly entertaining in its own right. You had tried to wrap your head around it more than a few times of how you could go from one extreme to the other in such a short amount of time and honestly it was always up to her, though sometimes she needed some helping getting into this state. When she'd started trying to fall asleep on you, you'd made her go to bed and after a few minutes of turning everything off you hadn't been far behind her, when you'd made it upstairs and into your room you found her standing by the bed with a strange look on her face. At first you didn't quite understand why she isn't in bed and when you open your mouth to question it, it hits you that she's following a rule you had always had...she wasn't allowed to be in your bed unless you gave her permission and you hadn't exactly gave her permission. You both were going to have to revisit some rules...they just didn't fit what you two had anymore. You nod at her before pulling your shirt off and putting it in a basket next to the door.
"Get in bed babygirl..."
You give her a small smile and when she finally gets herself settled you go around your room pulling out clothes for tomorrow. You lay out your own clothes and then pull out something for her and lay it over the dresser before you turn off your light and pull the rest of your clothes off, getting into bed as well. You don't waste much time before you have her pulled up against you...it was the only way you could sleep anymore and it would be horrible if she wasn't there for some reason...you'd literally not sleep. You feel her head against your shoulder and once you get yourself comfortable you close your eyes.
"We need to revise our rules O..."
"Mmm..."
"We have some things that we need to talk about too..."
"Sounds bad..."
"It's not....just some things that need talked about."
"Tomorrow?"
"Library after class."
"Yes Sir."
You feel her shift a bit and kiss your shoulder. Maybe you should just do away with rules altogether...you were willing to do it with her...you always had been from the moment you knew you were interested in her. You put your face against her hair and sigh, you'd see how it all went tomorrow...no sense in worrying tonight.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't know, Don't own, DIdn't happen, no money and no disrespect.
Author/Co-author: Malicevampire90/Hypervyper
Notes: Short chapter.
Warnings: None
When you wake up, you're not on your side anymore, rather you're on your stomach with Linton's arm over your back. You try to shift closer to him but bite your lip when you feel a dull ache between your legs start up and it's like a tsunami of memory hits you suddenly as last night comes back. Despite the small amount of pain you feel you also feel the slightest stirring at the thought and you can't help but sigh and push your face against your arm, how was it possible that you wanted to have sex again...it was not fair in the least. You turn your head and look over at him, he's still asleep, looking as peaceful as someone can, his hair being a frazzled mess from the way he'd been tossing around all night you suppose. You ignore the mild pain and roll onto your side so that you're facing him and put your hand through his hair, it's getting so long and you know that it annoys him when it gets in his eyes...but you hope that he never cuts it. You'd always thought the longer hair was handsome on him and it suited him somehow. You let your head rest on the pillow before you just lay there for a few minutes keeping your hand threaded through his hair, you admit even that you're a bit jealous because his is a lot nicer than yours is and the thought makes you laugh a little louder than you mean to. He stirs a bit but other than him leaning into your hand slightly he doesn't move again, You wonder if you'll get in trouble if you start something but a part of you doesn't care much...you've thought of doing it plenty of times when you'd stayed over here but had just never done it. You get a sly smile when you think about how it could be a nice payback for waking you up last night but a bigger part of you knows that's not why you want to give him a good morning blow job...you want to hear him moan in his sleep because of what you're doing to him...all in all that is the only reason you consider doing what you now have made up your mind to do. You turn over so that you can hold onto his arm , sliding out from under and and sitting up next to him, you gently give him a few nudges until he groans and rolls over onto his back after a few moments of watching him to see if he's awake or not you let your eyes slide down over him, over that snake tattoo that dominated one side of his body down to where the covers were covering him still. You can't say you're surprised when you let your eyes slide down farther to where the sheets do little at hiding the beginnings of a morning erection...you'd seen plenty of guys in the dorms wandering around in the morning to know it's not unusual...but you weren't interested in them, you were interested in him.
You lift your hand and put it on his stomach lightly, enough that you're sure it won't tickle but light enough it won't wake him up just yet, sliding it down over his skin until your fingers hook into the sheet and pull it down. The more skin that is exposed the more you feel your lips curl upwards into a smile and soon enough you pull it down past his hips and you move so that you're straddling his legs, one hand on the bed to steady yourself as you lean down and touch your tongue to the base of his cock, sliding it up the underside until you get to his tip. You do it again but this time instead of letting him slide off your tongue you pull him into your mouth and work your tongue around him slowly, you feel him get harder in your mouth and you pull your head back to concentrate on his head...it's only when you lock your lips around the tip of him and start to suck hard that you hear his breathing pick up a bit. The longer you work on him the more noise he makes and it's so different than when he's awake, when he's awake he is in control and doesn't make much noise but in his sleep he's powerless...and his low groans are proof of that. You shift slightly and start a semi steady rhythm of sliding your mouth over him and it doesn't take long for his hands to wander down and rest on your head, you can feel his hips moving slightly keeping pace with your head and you hear his moans get deeper, the sounds making you feel the small ache between your legs get more intense. You pull your head back and slide your free hand down your stomach before you take him deeply into your mouth and start to slowly circle your clit, you can't keep a small moan of your own quiet and when he feels it around him his hips arch up against your mouth suddenly and you pull back fighting back a sharp cough from it. It's only when you glance at his face that you see he's very awake and he has a barely there smile as well, he doesn't say anything about you touching yourself, or not asking for any type of permission...he doesn't say a single thing, just watches you and when you start to feel a bit awkward you go to move your hand.
"Don't stop...best to be nice and wet."
You nod slightly but don't trust yourself to talk, instead you start moving your hand again and you bite your lip hard when you find the right pace. You lean forward again and take him back into your mouth, though this time you're moaning around his cock from your own hand and you're almost desperate to get him to cum. You practically devour him and the low growl he makes only encourages you to move faster, sliding your tongue over him more until you feel him sit up and forcibly pull you off of him.
Before you can make sense of what is even happening you're on your stomach and you feel his hands on your hips, pulling your ass up.
"Thought you would've had enough after the last 36 hours." You can feel him against you and it only makes you want it more, you try to move your hips but his hands keep you firmly in place.
"You said I wouldn't be able to leave the room..." More and more you weren't caring when you started to sound a bit childish around him...he never seemed to mind it.
"Mmm...that was last night, I have things for you to do today while I'm gone...but now..." You feel him slide his cock against you but he doesn't make a move to do much else. "You'll just have to work through the pain princess."
You want to let out a indignant whine but you don't get the chance, before you can even make a sound he grips the front of your hips and lifts them up off the bed and without one word of warning you feel him push into you fully, the angle he has you at makes sure that he hits your spot and you let out a shaky scream.
"Shh...Simon and Sara are home, be quiet."
If you weren't in so much painful pleasure you would have laughed at the idea he thought you could be quiet, instead he starts to push into you quickly, hitting that spot inside you over and over again, each time you let out a loud drawn out moan that only gets higher in pitch the harder he fucks you, you aren't concerned with keeping quiet. You hear him lean over you and growl in your ear and it sends a delicious shock to your cunt at everything going on, you feel him slam his hips into you hard enough it forces both of you forward but he keeps himself buried inside your pussy as he speaks into your ear, his voice is so low it feels like it makes your insides vibrate.
"I said be quiet little girl...or are you incapable of it?"
You feel one of his hands snake around your throat and you shudder when he pulls your head back a little. "I can't be quiet with you Daddy...It's impossible."
He doesn't say anything at first, he doesn't even move and eventually you start to wiggle your hips in the hope he'll move. You let out a squeak though when you feel his hand leave your throat and suddenly you feel his hand against the back of your neck, both of your hands are free but all they manage to do is grip the bedsheets tightly as he pulls his hips away from you until only his head is still inside you. "I guess we'll just have to bite the pillow then won't we."
It happens so quickly that you don't have time to really react to it, you feel his hand on the back of your neck push your face down into the pillow as he all but brutally buries himself in you again, and sure enough the loud scream that rips its way out of your throat gets lost in his pillow. After a few rough thrusts he lets go of your neck and goes back to gripping your hips tightly, you move your hands and grip the pillow tightly keeping your mouth covered as more loud moans and squeals get forced out of you. You can hear him groaning quietly, breathing fast, pulling your hips back onto his cock faster and faster and all you can do is lay there and take the abuse, you wouldn't have it any other way though, the mix of pleasure you feel along with the stinging pain brought tears to your eyes but you were far from wanting him to stop. Each time his hips slam into you, each time his cock strikes that spot deep inside you and makes your back arch, each time you have to push your face into his pillow and scream into it...all of it makes you feel like your body is on fire and when he starts to pick up his speed and moan more loudly you feel the ache in your stomach and cunt start to be unbearable. There have only been a few times that you've managed to get off without being touched...and from the tenseness building up in your belly you can tell this will be one of those times, you feel him push you closer and closer until you let out a half muffled warning. You feel him lean over you again, hands leaving your hips but his steady thrusts keeping them up in the air, you feel him wrap your hair around his hand pull your head back before you feel his other hand cover your mouth tightly and in that moment you feel yourself fall over the edge. He holds you close to him, and even with his hand the scream you let out is still loud, you feel your body tense up suddenly and it's like a wave of agonizing pleasure hits you hard, you feel him put his face against your back and just as you feel your vision start to dim you feel him slam his hips into you that one final time, hard enough it breaks through your haze and makes you moan lowly.
You aren't sure if you can even move after what feels like an eternity of both of your laying there. You feel him kiss the skin of your shoulders and back until he sits up as gently as he can and lets himself slide free of you, you feel almost disappointed at the feeling of emptiness but you know that he can't stay in you forever, as nice of a thought as that would be. It's only when you feel his hands on your back that you realize he's talking to you but you couldn't make out words if you tried, your head was still spinning and the last small waves of climax were still washing over you, there was no way you could form words or even move right now. He doesn't seem upset by your lack of communication and just continues to lay next to you, his hand sliding over your back slowly until you feel that you can form at least half decent sentences, you turn your head and look at him with a lazy smile but you don't say anything. He's still catching his breath a bit and his face is just the smallest bit sweaty from all of it...it makes you want to laugh but you can't find the energy to do it.
"You ok?"
"Mhm...."
"Shower?"
You nod, "I don't think I can move...my legs are jelly..."
He chuckles and leans down, pulling you into a small kiss. "I think I can carry you."
"Gonna have to Daddy...this princess can't walk."
"Good thing princess is so tiny then huh."
You don't answer him but you close your eyes and smile, if there was ever a doubt in your mind about how amazing sex with this man was...the fact that you were laying here thoroughly and well fucked to the point you couldn't move was plenty of proof...and on top of that he was going to carry you to the shower. You were a lucky bitch.
It doesn't take much effort for him to get you out of bed and even less effort to keep you upright once you two are in the shower...you hold on to him though because you don't trust your legs. He doesn't say much as he proceeds to clean you up, being mindful of between your legs too...the longer you stood there in the warm water the more sore you became, and you were aware that you'd be feeling this every time you walked, sat down, or did anything. You liked it though. It was a nice reminder. You let him clean you up though, if for not other reason than you were simply too wore out to do it yourself and the face that it felt nice...you can't help but wonder how it was that he'd never thought about being this kind of dom before though. Sure, he could probably pull off the master title well enough, he'd started out the relationship being much more strict and less emotional than he'd become...caring just seemed to be something that came naturally to him. The Linton you'd come to know after this many years was affectionate, caring, and more than pleasing in the bedroom, you seriously had a hard time figuring out why he hadn't just been doing this from the beginning...and especially looking at the last sub he'd had...she was misbehaved and feisty but you supposed not in a way that a sub should be. You feel him turn you around so that your back is against him and for a few moments you feel his arms around you tightly and you feel like you could melt into it easily. You were misbehaved though, you were feisty, you were childish and honestly you had come to terms with the fact that you wanted all of his attention. You no longer felt embarrassed when you pouted, whined, gave him attitude or wanted to act all cute and kid like...he never once made you feel judged by it and actually he'd gone with it. Sometimes he treated you the way you wanted to be treated but sometimes, you forgot that it was new to him too...of course it didn't change the sex much thankfully. You two could literally spend all day and night fucking and still want more, but you both wanted it. You start to giggle a bit and lean your head back against his shoulder, he's watching you with a slightly amused look.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing...just thinking that you make a good Daddy...at least to me you do."
"You think so?"
"Mhm...just seems to come to you it feels like..."
"Maybe I just got lucky and have a behaved little girl."
You swear to god that you could fall asleep standing up against him right now, it's hard to keep your eyes open with the heat of the shower and how he's got his arms around you still.
"Don't you dare fall asleep on me, I've got plans for you today."
His voice pulls you out of your haze and you instantly let you arms drop down to your sides letting out a irritated sound. "That is so not fair, you woke me up at like three this morning..."
"And you woke me up too, don't think that isn't going to go unnoticed princess."
You don't even care now, you lean against him and pout even if it is only half hearted, he just laughs lightly and continues cleaning the both of you off.
Your pout doesn't go anywhere atter you both get dressed and head downstairs, it remains prominently on your face throughout a quick breakfast and some small talk between the three of them. Once Sara and Simon are gone though, you let out a deep sigh and look over at him, he still has that amused smile on his face but he doesn't say anything at first.
"You done pouting?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good, you're adorable when you pout but that doesn't mean I want to see you do it all the time. I have some things that I have to do in town today, shouldn't be more than an hour or two..."
"And I can't go?"
No...I need my attention focused on what I'm doing...that'd be impossible with you around, you know that."
Despite the fact you tell yourself not to smile you can't help it and you feel a small chuckle come out of your mouth, it was always amusing to know that he had trouble focusing when you were around.
"Anyway, can't leave a babygirl home alone without anything to do, so..."
"Noo...."
He gives you a look and immediately you stop, you know when enough is enough with him. "I expect you to have the dishes from this morning done, I also expect you have your things upstairs sorted out and put away. That doesn't sound to bad does it?"
You shake your head, you hate dishes though...with a burning passion. "No Sir..."
"And when you get done with those things...I have one more thing I want you to do."
"What's that?"
"I want you to color something for me."
You aren't entirely sure you hear him right so you don't answer at first, you do look over at him with a brow raised because he can't really be serious about what he just said...or what you think he just said. "Like...you mean color something like a picture?"
"Mhm."
"Are you serious Sir?"
"Do I look like I'm not?"
His face is entirely void of any hint that he could be joking with you and as a matter of fact he looked a bit annoyed that you weren't believing him. "I'm sorry Sir, just coloring sounds kind of..."
"Childish?"
"I guess..."
"Well..." You watch him lean forward on the table for a few seconds so he can put his cup down before he pushes his chair back and looks at you, patting his hands against his lap, you only feel a little nervous but only because you're not sure if you've made him upset or not. Regardless you get up from your chair and walk over to him, sitting down on his legs. He moves you so that you're facing him, your legs on either side of him and dangling just off the floor, you keep your hands against your legs as you both sit there in silence for what feels like forever...but in all honestly couldn't have been more than a few minutes. "You are my little girl. and i think that Daddy needs a picture from his princess. It would make me really happy if you did."
You aren't sure what it is, if its the tone he's using, the fact he's saying that a picture you color would make him happy, the fact that he had you sitting in his lap with his arms around you, or maybe it was everything all at once...but you could feel yourself slip a bit, he relaxed you in such a way when he was like this that any other time if it had happened you'd be mortified of anyone else seeing this. You feel your face heat up a little and before you can stop it you feel a very girly giggle escape your mouth, you still feel like you should stop it but you've gotten better....the first time this had happened with him you'd been so embarrassed that you'd apologized for probably a solid five minutes, but this time you didn't. This time you duck your head down and push your forehead against his shoulder...still a bit embarrassed but nothing like what the 30 year old you would be feeling. You feel him laugh quietly before he brings his hands up to your back, pulling you back so he can look at you, each time this happens you expect this to be the time that he is disgusted by it...but each time it happens he just looks more in love than before, and you're reminded of your thoughts in the shower, about how this came so easily to him.
"So can you be a good girl and do those things for me today while I'm gone?"
"You kick your legs a little and nod. "Yes I can Daddy..." You pause..."I can color anything I want?"
"Anything...within reason."
"That's no fun..."
"Sure it is...anything you want so long as it's not schoolwork, books, walls...you know better than to color on those things don't you princess."
"Mhm...."
"Good..." He leans forward and gives your forehead a kiss before helping you stand up, once your both standing you follow him out of the kitchen and watch him grab what little he was taking with him. "If I don't leave now I'll be gone longer than I thought...I'll be back in a couple of hours ok?"
"Ok..."
You let out a loud squeak when you feel him pick you up entirely off the floor and your first response is to grab onto his shoulders tightly and wrap your legs around him, he doesn't look like he minds though. "Be good. " He holds you closer and gives you a short but very hard kiss before he lets you back onto your feet and leaves, and just like that you're alone in the house standing in a bit of a daze lost somewhere between knowing you have to do these things and wishing he'd stayed home and kept you in bed.
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You hadn't lied when you'd said there were some things you needed to get done in town today...among them was picking up a few things at the store but the other larger reason you were leaving her adorable ass was that you needed to talk to Boomer. Boomer was well known around campus as being the go to guy for just about any substance-illegal or not-your heart was set on, and if he didn't have it or couldn't obtain it himself, he knew who to go to. You'd been consistently buying pot off the guy for years and not much had changed when you became a teacher here...you still sought him out when you were low or out and he always delivered quality herb discreetly. You'd called Tobias before meeting up with Ophelia and you were interested in his idea...he'd only laughed and told you a bit more detail about what he'd have done if it was him...which you have a hard time imagining. The basics of the plan were simple...secure enough heroin to make this worth Gunner's time, lure him to the bathroom of the dorms...or wherever at that point, let him 'catch' you and O, and have a talk with him. There were really only three snags in the plan so far. You had to somehow get ahold of his drug of choice which wasn't going to be easy considering Boomer mainly dealt with pot, you had to figure out what you were going to about your talk with Gunner...you needed to know exactly what to say to him because apparently he's too dumb to take a hint. And lastly, you had to convince O to go along with all of this...especially as a lure because drugs alone wasn't going to get him to that bathroom. You don't likely see her agreeing to this though...and you can't blame her, he'd tried to forcibly have sex with her and you were going to ask her to pretend to be semi interested in him enough to get him to come to a designated spot...it was beyond a long shot. The only way you could see her agreeing was if you could guarantee that he'd not touch her at all. All you needed was her to act like she was interested...to get him interested...and beyond that she never had to look at him again, you would make sure that he'd not be given a chance to get her alone if at all possible and you were willing to get your friends in on it too. You sigh and try to focus on one thing at a time though, you were wishing that you'd have brought something a tad bit warmer than what you'd had on, but all in all you weren't about to turn around and go home to get something, you could deal.You're first order of business was to find Boomer though...you have a good idea of where he'll be so you start a pretty fast walk in that direction. Not many people came looking for him on Sundays so you were really hoping you wouldn't run into anyone that you knew or knew you, of course living in a college town there was always that risk with it being so small. You pass by a few shops and eventually come to the corner of a small park, it's big enough to be considered a park but barely, you make a line directly down the center of it before veering off to the left to the nearest gas station. Once you walk past you duck down a small alley, you walk to the end and when you turn the small corner there you about run into the person you'd been looking for.
Boomer was a average looking kid with brown hair and brown eyes, you supposed he looked the part though. He always wore a hoodie no matter if it was 90 degrees or if it was 0, he always looked a bit shifty and paranoid, and unless you bought from him on the regular...he had no idea what you were talking about. It was a shame that he was into the drugs, he was actually a pretty smart kid when he wasn't hopped up but what were you going to do, convince him to stop?
"Fuckin hell Mr. Rubino you about gave me a fuckin heart attack." He has his hands on his knees and looks like he's having some trouble catching his breath, it's actually a little amusing.
"I didn't even say boo..."
"What can I do for you?"
"I need you to find something for me."
"Like..."
"Some brown sugar."
He looks at you strangely at first but you keep your face neutral, you know that he knows what you mean, you can see it in his eyes. "Maybe we should go somewhere else so we can look for some."
You nod and let him walk out in front of you, you'd never had a need to look for it, you didn't use it and you sure as hell weren't hanging out with anyone that did...it wasn't a huge surprise that as soon as you were both in a relatively safe area he stops and turns to look you over.
"Why you want some of that?"
"It's not for me, besides I thought you didn't ask questions."
"Normally i don't...but for someone that only ever gets pot it's a little weird to suddenly be asking for something like that."
"Can you get it or not?"
"It'll take some searching...but I may know a guy."
"Good, you let me know what you can get. I don't need a lot of it."
"How much you looking to spend?"
"Less than what I would on pot."
"Then trust me, you won't get a lot."
"that's fine." You put your hands in your pockets and lean against the side of the building you two are standing beside. "Let me know."
"Will do, should be able to let you know in a few days, cool?"
"Very cool."
After everything is said and done, and maybe after some small talk that just sort of happened you get on with your trip, it had already been an hour or so and you needed to get your ass to the store. You make a quick trip across town to one of the only stores that has everything you need, you sure as hell weren't going to go all over town for a few things...and once you make it there you don't waste much time in grabbing the few things that you needed as well as a few things for O. You chuckle to yourself when you pick up the items and head to the front of the store to pay, you honestly didn't know if she'd like anything you got but hell, she'd been very good lately and with all of the excitement that had been happening lately...maybe she'd be happy for a slight distraction. Your thoughts always wander though, they go back to how you were going to bring up this plan to her in a way that she wouldn't outright leave...because it was asking a lot. You had to make sure that it wouldn't come to the point of her being alone with him at any point...and in your head it was an easy fix, but in reality there were a lot of times in the day that she was alone and you weren't able to be watching over her. You grab your bag and head outside to start your walk home and you can't help but sigh heavily at the bullshit storm that was going to happen before she graduated. One thing at a time though, you wanted to know what exactly had been the intention behind the lab...and for that you needed to have a talk with Rob, you knew for a fact that the boy was very much still afraid of you after the last run in you two had had...and more than likely hadn't forgotten that Martin was a friend and would help you out if needed.
With a little pressure, you were sure Rob would tell you everything you wanted to know and more. Once you got Rob, you could focus solely on Gunner...and once you'd dealt with Gunner...you could tackle the issue of Alex. You weren't even sure how to start to deal with him though, what he was threatening-according to Ophelia- wasn't exactly career killing...however you could see why it could cause problems for her. Her parents in particular would probably have a hard time stomaching some of the things you'd done or made their daughter do...and you were pretty sure that even though you'd asked her to marry you...her dad was still not a huge fan of you. You didn't even want to think about students though...some of these kids were horrible and relentless, you'd seen it and the thought of her having to deal with the looks she got already along with people thinking the way you knew they did about people in your lifestyle made you angry. Lots of people wrongly assumed that if you were in her position you were either abused or you were a slut and you knew damn well that she was neither, you certainly weren't going to actively let something like that happen...so you were still at square one about how to deal with this. The only blowback you'd really feel would be increased hostility from people that already hated you and you could deal with that, but you didn't want her to have to go through it more than she already was. She already got harassed by a lot of female students and teachers already...you knew that sadly. You decide to push Alex to the back of your mind, the fact you didn't know how to proceed with him frustrated you and you didn't want to feel frustrated right now, you start to think about how you can convince O to go along with your plan, any way that you can reassure her that nothing bad will happen to her.
By the time you get home, you've never been so thankful for a warm house and you can already feel it when you mess with the lock. You push the door open and all you can really do is stand there for a few seconds, the image in front of you is honestly too much to think clearly at the moment. She certainly had followed your instructions to color you something but you hadn't quite been prepared for her to be laying there on the floor in little else but her panties and a shirt. You never could tell what exactly it was about her that turned you into a wordless caveman, only able to maybe grunt or make noise if you wanted...but it never failed that it made you loose your grasp on any language you knew. Though honestly....the longer you stood there in silence watching her, the less sexual it all seemed. You'd noticed it before but somehow it had only been in the last few weeks that it really hit you with clarity about how you felt about her like this. You'd told her earlier in the realtionship that you never considered her to be little...at least in the idea that she was a small child at heart, and she'd even agreed that some of the things she'd found on the subject just didn't add up to what she felt like. You had a word though, maybe not a little, but definitely a middle...old enough that she didn't necessarily want the little girly things, but not so old that she wouldn't accept them with a child-like happiness. You step in further and let the door close as quietly as you can, honestly you could stand there for a lot longer and just watch her color on the floor...she has her head in her hand and her feet kicked up behind her and she just looks so right like that.
You realize that you can't stand there forever though, and as soon as you move the bag makes noise and she stops, rolling over to her side to look at you.
"Was starting to worry you weren't going to come back to me."
"Why would you think that?"
You can see the small smile in her eyes despite the tiny pout that is starting to take over her lips. "Felt like you were gone forever."
You laugh a little. "You know I can't stay away from you babygirl."
"Mhm...that's the way I like it too..."
You shake your head a little and walk the short distance to the kitchen to drop the bag on the table. "Did you do your chores?"
You can hear her get up off the floor in the other room followed by the sounds of paper rustling before she walks into the kitchen. "Yes Sir...I did."
"Did you color something?"
When she doesn't answer you at first you turn around and look at her with a cocked brow, she's standing there with the most sly smile you've honestly ever seen on her and it looks like she might start laughing at any time...it definitely piques your interest.
"Babygirl, answer me."
"I did....I don't know if you'll like it though."
"Why wouldn't I like it?"
"Because I only had one coloring book..." She trails off...a lot like a kid that is afraid of being in trouble but trying hard to explain themselves.
"Show me what you colored then princess."
She hesitates but soon enough she pulls a paper from behind her back and hands it over to you, she has her head down but you can tell from the way her shoulders are shaking that she's fighting hard to keep her face straight and not laugh. You take it and after a few moments of turning it around so that you can see it right side up you really look at it. Its bright and colorful, even has some extra doodles on it that weren't in the picture to begin with...but the longer you stare at it the more you want to laugh. It's almost perfectly colored and certainly had taken her some time...but all you can focus on is what it is...and against your will you start to chuckle which sends her into a fit of soft giggles.
"Daddy needs to get you some more appropriate coloring books then doesn't he."
"Are you mad?" You can hear the seriousness of her tone through her giggles and you look up from the paper for a few moments.
"No..."
"Can't exactly hang that up anywhere though..."
"I don't know about that...I could find a place....people might wonder why I have a colorful version of 'Fuck Off' just hanging around though." You look at it again and start laughing again. "I've never seen that phrase written so nicely before."
"So does that mean you like it?"
You manage to control yourself a bit more and put the paper down on the table before closing the gap between you two, you pull her close to you and kiss her forehead. "I love it, it suits me pretty well."
You spend a majority of your day and night watching her color, letting her help you make food, and finally you both had settled on the couch to watch...you weren't even sure what it was. This was by far the longest she'd ever stayed like this and honestly it was adorable...it was hard to think that just that morning you'd fucked her like a whore and now you were cuddling her watching some kind of kids movie...though it was still fairly entertaining in its own right. You had tried to wrap your head around it more than a few times of how you could go from one extreme to the other in such a short amount of time and honestly it was always up to her, though sometimes she needed some helping getting into this state. When she'd started trying to fall asleep on you, you'd made her go to bed and after a few minutes of turning everything off you hadn't been far behind her, when you'd made it upstairs and into your room you found her standing by the bed with a strange look on her face. At first you didn't quite understand why she isn't in bed and when you open your mouth to question it, it hits you that she's following a rule you had always had...she wasn't allowed to be in your bed unless you gave her permission and you hadn't exactly gave her permission. You both were going to have to revisit some rules...they just didn't fit what you two had anymore. You nod at her before pulling your shirt off and putting it in a basket next to the door.
"Get in bed babygirl..."
You give her a small smile and when she finally gets herself settled you go around your room pulling out clothes for tomorrow. You lay out your own clothes and then pull out something for her and lay it over the dresser before you turn off your light and pull the rest of your clothes off, getting into bed as well. You don't waste much time before you have her pulled up against you...it was the only way you could sleep anymore and it would be horrible if she wasn't there for some reason...you'd literally not sleep. You feel her head against your shoulder and once you get yourself comfortable you close your eyes.
"We need to revise our rules O..."
"Mmm..."
"We have some things that we need to talk about too..."
"Sounds bad..."
"It's not....just some things that need talked about."
"Tomorrow?"
"Library after class."
"Yes Sir."
You feel her shift a bit and kiss your shoulder. Maybe you should just do away with rules altogether...you were willing to do it with her...you always had been from the moment you knew you were interested in her. You put your face against her hair and sigh, you'd see how it all went tomorrow...no sense in worrying tonight.