The Forever of Ella and Micha

steam. “God, I love caffeine.”
    She adds some milk to her coffee and takes a gulp. “I’d like to take some pictures of you and Micha later today, if you don’t mind. I always take pictures around the holidays.”
    “Okay,” I say. “I have to ask Micha, but I’m sure he’ll be okay with it.”
    She gives a prolonged pause. “I’d like to take some of you, Dean, and your dad too.”
    My expression plummets as I lower my cup back to the table. “What did Dean have to say about that?”
    “He said he’d do it.” She gets up to put the milk in the fridge. “As long as you two agreed to it.”
    I strain a smile. “Alright, well, I guess that’s fine with me.”
    She returns to the table, appearing hesitant. “Dean’s a little different than he used to be. I think anyway. I think his therapy sessions are really helping.” She pauses to take a drink. “You know it took him forever to completely open up to me… about everything.”
    I stare at the cracks in the table, getting uncomfortable. “Oh.”
    “Don’t worry, Ella. I’m not looking to talk about it,” she says kindly. “I just wanted to let you know that he’s different and that maybe you could let him in a little more.”
    My gaze rises to her. “I let him in as much as he wants me to let him in.”
    She gathers her empty cup and sets it in the sink. “That’s not true, although he probably won’t admit it. He doesn’t really admit anything, unless you force him too—he holds a lot in.”
    Confusion swarms my head. “He’s always said whatever he thinks when he’s around me.”
    “No, he says things to push you away.” She pats my arm and then heads for the doorway, the sunlight streaming in from the window to the side of her. “But that’s something you two will need to talk about one day in the far future… when you’re both ready. In fact, you know what you should do?”
    “No.” And I’m not sure if I want to.
    “You should come stay with us for the summer,” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me. “Maybe for a few weeks.”
    “I’m not sure that’d be a good thing.”
    “Just think about it, okay?”
    I nod and she leaves the kitchen. After I finish my coffee, I grab my bag and head out the door and into the freezing cold, mulling over my future.

Micha
    I’m woken up to someone sucking on my neck and the scent of vanilla. I decide I might not open my eyes and just let Ella go to town.
    “Rise and shine, birthday boy,” she whispers in my ear as she nips at my lobe and her leg slides over me so she’s straddling me.
    “No way,” I reply with my eyes shut, feeling the skin between her legs brush against my stomach. “You’re going to have to suck on a lot more things to bring me out of this deep sleep.”
    She laughs and slants back. I open my eyes and I’m instantly glad I did. She has on a short leather dress that barely covers up her body and high heels that match. Her auburn hair is done up with stray pieces hanging loosely around her face and her lips are stained red.
    “I’ve seen that outfit before.” My hands pursue her hips. “In fact, I remember that day very clearly.”
    “You were so mad.” She runs her finger through my hair. “I thought you were going to punch that guy on the dance floor.”
    “Oh, it took a lot not to,” I assure her, pressing her down against my swollen cock. “I was so pissed that he tried to touch you.”
    “Why, though?” she asks with curiosity. “Guys had tried to hit on me before and you never did anything.”
    “That’s because you usually beat me to the punch. But that night you acted like you were asking for it,” I say. “Do you know when you were climbing into bed, I got a full view of those naughty little panties you had on—they barely covered anything.”
    Her lips part. “Is that why you were smiling?”
    “Fuck yeah.” I sneak my fingers up her dress and squeeze her firm ass. “I got an eyeful and I was so turned on.”
    “Oh my God.” She covers her mouth with her hand, shaking her head. “That’s so embarrassing.”
    “Why? I’ve seen everything now. Hell, I’ve been inside you.” I jerk the top of her dress down, surprising her, and lure her breast down toward my mouth. “I’ve kissed every single part of you.” Taking her breast into my mouth, I roll my tongue along her nipple until she moans.
    “I had a plan,” she says, breathless. “I was going to…” She trails off, whimpering as I suck with just