Always Remember

back, my nails lightly scraping his skin. He sucks the spot between my neck and shoulder as my fingers follow every indent and dimple in his skin.
    “ Don’t do that.” His voice is husky.
    “ Do what?” I ask as his hands roam shamelessly, desperately, needing, over my body, stroking and probing with his fingers.
    “ That moany noise,” he slides his hands under my top. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of you making that noise with me.”
    His thumb brushes the underside of my breast. I bite my tongue, fighting the moan that wants to escape, and I pull him closer to me.
    “ Fuck, fuck it,” he groans, and rips off my top. He hooks his fingers in my pyjama bottoms, and slides them off in a smooth motion before he moves his mouth back to me, swirling his tongue across my chest.
    I gasp , and push my hips up into him. His hand massages my centre, and he slides a finger inside me, groaning against my skin. A sharp moan leaves my mouth, and I can feel Bing smile as he kisses his way back to my mouth.
    “ Like that, huh?” he nibbles my ear again.
    “ Shut up,” I mumble, running my nose across his shoulder. He moves down my body, his tongue swirling. His hands slide around behind me, holding my ass, and he draws circles around my belly button. My body jerks, and my legs tug at his jeans.
    Bing takes his hands from me, pulls them off, and runs his fingers up my calves. He kisses up the inside of my thigh, and I hold my breath when his lips graze my tender flesh. He flicks his tongue out once, twice, three times, and I clench all my muscles. His name leaves my mouth as he sucks gently on me, my lower stomach tightening.
    He licks a trail back up from my hips to my neck, and lowers himself against me. I wrap my hand around him and guide him, pushing his tip in.
    “ You’re so impatient.”
    “ I’ll show you fucking impatient.” I dig my heels into his bum and push him into me with one thrust. I grip his back, and he grunts.
    “ Yep.” He slides out, then back into me, and I move with him. “Jesus, Jen.”
    I tighten the muscles, squee zing him. Sweat slicks our bodies as he picks up the pace. My back arches. Skin slides against skin. Lips drop kisses. Tongues sweep. Muscles clench. Eyelids flutter. Fingers grip. Holds tighten. Breathing becomes panting. Panting becomes crying out.
    A year of tension becomes release.
    Bing slumps onto me, and kisses me gently. Grabbing my quilt, he rolls us to the side and snuggles us under it. I’m tucked into his chest, my head is resting against his shoulder, and our legs are tangled. He kisses my head, and I shiver.
    “ What is it, gorgeous?”
    “ I just... Nothing.” I smile against his skin, relaxed, and close my eyes.

BING

    “For the record,” Jen says in a sleepy voice. “If you have them, still, you can wear the pink boxers. They’re kinda sexy.”
    I chuckle and bury my face in her hair, holding her even tighter.
    “I have them, I’ll bear that in mind,” I tell her softly and listen as her breathing evens out. She’s sleeping in my arms, and I’ve never felt so relaxed.
    I roll my eyes at myself. When did I become such a fucking sap? Oh yeah, tha t’ll be about the time Jennifer-I’ll-Kick-Your-Ass-And-Make-You-Fall-For-Me-Mason reappeared back into my life and became a permanent fixture. Because that’s what happening.
    Over the last year, I ’ve slowly starting falling for her, and now I’m not sure I can get back up.
    Who would have thought the most attitude filled person I ’ve ever met would be my perfect balance?

    ~

    I wake to the smell of bacon and an empty bed. Jen’s empty bed. A smug, satisfied smile graces my lips.
    I slide my boxers and jeans on and poke my head round her bedroom door. She ’s stood in front of the cooker in the kitchen in nothing...
    Nothing but my t-shirt.
    She bends over to check on something in the oven. My top rides up revealing the bottom of her pert little ass, and I instantly feel myself get hard.
    Holy fucking shit with knobs on .
    Silently I creep from her room and into the kitchen. My arms circle her waist from behind , and her head tilts to the side as I kiss her neck.
    “ Good morning,” she chirps happily, cracking an egg in the frying pan.
    “ Good mornin’. Are you making me breakfast?”
    “ No, I’m clearly making it for the five thousand.” She rolls her eyes. “Technically, I’m making me breakfast. You’re just here.”
    “ Oh, so you cook all this daily do