Epilogue #6
But knowing Blake, everything we’ve talked about the past month—since we basically switched from reluctant acquaintances to committed partners over the course of a weekend—everything they’ve shared about their family…
The Ryans must have liked me enough to show me their real selves.
Michael trusted Blake to know he could plug his ears and do his crossword puzzle, confident I wouldn’t judge him or take it personally, with no need for him to make sure I was good enough for Blake.
Linda asked questions because she was genuinely interested in what I had to say.
Matt and Allie are just weak ass pushovers who are allergic to conflict, and I can tell that Linda and I will have many a debate in our future, if Blake still wants me around.
“It was fine, I guess,” I eventually answer, overcome with appreciation that Blake lets me spiral for as long as I need to make my way back to center.
“More than fine,” Blake wiggles down the couch a bit underneath me, so they can kiss my cheek instead of the top of my head. “They adored you, just like me.”
“Hopefully not just like you,” I tease, kissing their jaw. “Might make the next family gathering awkward if your parents are hitting on me.”
Blake scoffs. “Fuck off, you know what I mean. They adored you, as much as, but not in the same manner as I do.”
“You’re so pedantic.”
“Technically, you were pedantic that time.”
“So your lease is up in September?” I ask, unsure if I want to start this conversation.
Blake’s new job is in Evanston. Right now, they’re just a short train ride from me.
But what if they move closer to work, and we don’t see each other as often, or grow apart?
What if this summer is all we have? I could push this conversation off for later.
I could already be going down on Blake, giving them the orgasms they’ve earned.
But I can’t help myself. “Do you know what your plan is yet?”
Blake groans. “Yeah, end of September, but I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I spent three months apartment hunting when I first moved here, and all I found in my budget was that shitty studio.”
“You’re not going to renew?” I turn us on our sides, so we’re nose to nose in the quiet dark of my apartment. My hand presses against Blake’s back to keep them from rolling off the couch.
Stretching out against me, Blake shakes their head.
“Every time I have to go back there, I dread it. It was fine when I was in school, and I had class to go to and stuff, but now? I shouldn’t dread going home.
” They sigh, tracing the scriptwork tattoo on my forearm.
“But that reminds me, I need to notify them I’m moving out.
Even though I don’t know where I’ll be living yet. ”
“You could stay here, if you want,” I reply automatically. My heart pounds as I realize what I’ve said, but I don’t take it back.
Blake’s smile is distinctly smirk-like, but still so genuine—it takes everything not to taste it. “Bud, are you asking me to move in with you? After a month together?”
Burning in embarrassment, I grumble under my breath, “First of all, you brat, it’ll be over three months by then.
And I’m not saying to move in permanently.
Just, if you need a place to stay in between leaving there and finding a new place, this place is big enough for all of your books and your mess.
” I clear my throat; the insecure part of me is fighting what I’m about to say.
“And…I would like to have you here. Maybe after a while, if you can’t find a place, and we both like how it’s going, we can talk about that.
But don’t feel, like, pressured or whatever.
I just want you to know, it’s an option for you. ”
Blake’s teasing smile stays put, even as their eyes soften—the big green eyes that went wide when we first met, then narrowed into a glare when I made some crass joke moments later. “You love me.”
“What the fuck, Bambi,” I groan, burying my face into the pillow. Of all the responses that could have come out of their mouth, that is just so Blake of them. We haven’t… That word hasn’t come up yet. Of course Blake would put it in my mouth, like stating a simple fact, as easy as anything.
Blake kisses my cheek, my neck, climbing onto my back to pepper me with kisses. “You love me,” they singsong.
“Why are you like this?” I ask, wondering if my embarrassment will set the couch on fire.
“Because you like me like this,” Blake murmurs, kissing my ear. “In fact, you love me like this. You have since the beginning. And I love you too, Eris.”
I don’t respond at first. I can’t. My head is spinning at the direction this has taken.
I need a moment to get my heart under control, before I say something rash or crude or mean that I’ll regret.
Ever since that second night in the hotel, since my meltdown in the bathroom at how overwhelmingly gone for Blake I was, I have been determined not to ruin this.
Because I want this, want Blake, so much.
The idea of losing them now? It hurts to think about.
But Blake is here, telling me they love me, giving me space to admit what we already know to be true.
Turning my head out of the blanket to face them, I look into Blake’s eyes, still soft and warm and happy as they wait for me to stop freaking out. “Yeah. I do. I have, since the beginning.”
Blake smiles, tracing my cheekbone with their finger before they kiss the tip of my nose. “Te amo, mi alma.”
“Bambi,” I murmur, melting into a giddy mess, even though their accent is trash. “Don’t tell me you’re learning Spanish.”
Blake blushes at whatever they see in my expression. Considering I’m a flustered mess and already half-hard, they should be blushing. “Allie gave me some ideas for nicknames. Because Bambi can be so hot the way you say it, and Bud is incredibly unsexy, and I wanted a sexy nickname for you.”
“You already have something hot to call me.” My hand traces down their spine to the full ass I can never stop thinking about. I pull Blake’s hips against me, so they can feel how much I’m enjoying this conversation. Blake’s lips part in a gasp, and they curl around me. “Say ‘Dámelo.’”
“Dámelo?” Blake wrinkles their nose. “I’ve never called you that.”
I snort. “No, it’s not a nickname. That’s what you’re going to say when you beg me to fuck you.” I slide my hand down the front of their boxers, and as I expected, their hole is already soaking wet for me. “Poor Bambi, were you a needy mess all night?”
“You know I was, asshole.” Blake rocks against my hand, trying to get me to touch their clit, but I sink my fingers into them instead. Eyes closing with a contented sigh, Blake goes limp in my arms. “You promised me orgasms, and we’ve been home forever, but I still haven’t come once.”
“I’ll make up for it now, Bambi, I promise.
” I kiss them softly, but Blake’s mouth is demanding, needy.
As I flex my fingers deeper into them, they whimper around my tongue.
“I owe you six, right? You’ll get them all, you needy little slut, and more, as many as you can handle.
” I kiss them again as Blake shoves their joggers and boxers down their hips to give me more room.
“What do you say when you want me to fuck you, Bambi?”
“Dámelo?” they reply, hesitantly.
“Dámelo who?” I prompt.
Blake frowns, pausing in their wiggling as they attempt to pull my dress over my hips. “Dámelo…Bud?”
There’s no stopping the laugh that bursts out of me. Not even Blake’s scoff of annoyance and push away from me that almost has them falling off the couch.
“Stop laughing at me!” Blake grumbles when I use the fingers inside them to roll them onto their stomach.
Despite their annoyance, they shove a pillow under their hips and spread their thick thighs as far apart as they can with their joggers around their knees.
I would sleep every night with my head cushioned on those pillows, if Blake let me.
Soft and silky and plush, marred only by a few marks I’ve left over the past few days.
I press a kiss to one of those marks now, the perfect outline of my teeth on their ass cheek.
“I’m not laughing at you, Blake, I promise I’m not.
I’m laughing at how fucking sweet you are,” I kiss the other cheek, “how unintentionally funny you are,” another kiss to the small of their back, “what a fucking nerd you are.”
With a smug smile, Blake looks back at me over their shoulder. “You’re laughing at me because you love me?” They draw out the word, as if to tease me.
But I simply nod, kissing my way up their back.
“Exactly. I’m laughing because I love you, so fucking much, Bambi.
” Blake practically preens under me as I hike up my dress, pulling my own drawers down.
“Now try that again, but say my name this time, the way I like. Beg me to fuck you like the good little toy you are.”
Blake wrinkles their nose, as if annoyed at themself for not realizing what I’ve been asking for the first time. “Dámelo, Eris.”
I line myself up with their hole. “Say please.”
“Dámelo, Eris,” Blake smirks over their shoulder. “Por favor.”
“Bueno, mi Bambi,” I manage to say as I sink into them.
Fucking Blake is the best high. Everything quiets between us, in my mind, in my heart.
Anytime we’re this close, everything feels easy.
Blissful and relaxed under me, Blake gasps and moans and whimpers with each thrust. “Bueno, mi amor, mi vida, mi caracolito,” I murmur as I fuck them, giving them as many nicknames as they might want, if they’re so eager to try more out.
So long as I’m their Eris and they’re my Bambi.
As always, I am astounded and honored when Blake comes with a muffled shout into the blanket we’re laying on, simply from me fucking them slowly.
A surge of wetness soaks my thighs, and Dream is never getting this dress back.
I have to fight to keep from coming along with them as Blake clenches around me, their orgasm making them shudder and moan underneath me.
What the fuck did I do to deserve this? Like everything between us, this seems too easy to be real, but I appreciate each moment with Blake.
How we’re perfectly aligned, even with all our rough edges.
“What does that last one mean?” Blake asks when they can breathe again. I pull out, to give them a chance to come down before their next orgasm. “Cara, something? I recognized the rest, just not that one.”
“Caracolito?” I snort, pushing their tee up to pat the photorealistic tattoo on their lower back. So fucking weird, but utterly magnificent. Just like my Bambi. “Little snail.”
“Oh my god! Really? Snailito?” Blake wiggles away from me to roll onto their back. Perfect. I can kiss them when they’re coming this time. That goofy crooked grin lights up their face as they look up at me. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” I finish tugging their joggers off their legs.
Strange how after dinner, hours being anxious as fuck that I was going to ruin this, how easy this confidence comes to me.
This is when all of this is simplest, just Blake and I alone together.
When everything makes so much sense that it’s laughable I would ever have doubts that we are perfect for each other.
Hopefully, with enough time, patience, persistence…
one day I might feel this way all the time.
Crawling over them, I press a lingering kiss to Blake’s lips. “You love me.”