Chapter Forty-Five
Present Day
The same night…
I think we can all agree that I’m terrible at enforcing boundaries where my little magpie is concerned.
But tonight, I feel like she needs to look back on it with fondness.
Not grief. So that’s my mission this evening.
We have the house to ourselves, so I’ve made some dinner, and we’re spending the evening on the sofa watching a series. It’s her pick.
She’s been struggling with stomach cramps all day. She thinks I don’t know, but you don’t have a cousin as close as I am to Lools and not learn about periods. I’ve handpicked sweet and salty snacks to help with the cravings, and I’m armed with a hot water bottle and painkillers.
I hand them over, and she looks like she’s about to burst into tears. I don’t want to make a big thing of it, so I give her an out and change the subject.
“So, what are we watching?”
“Grey’s Anatomy.”
“Why?”
“Because if you get to see me cry, I think it’s only fair I get to see the same, and it’s an emotional show. If you don’t cry at Grey’s Anatomy, there is something legitimately wrong with you.”
“You’re a fucking sadist, you know that?”
“I think you’re confusing me with my brother.” I stand there in silence. Lost for words. And then collapse onto the sofa in a fit of laughter, with her joining in. I love it when she laughs.
She looks over at me, and her face turns serious. “What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“You don’t remind me of him, you know.” She fingers the blanket over my lap with one hand and cuddles Ted with the other.
“Earlier, when I asked you to switch out with Lulu, it wasn’t because you reminded me of him.
It was because I didn’t want to associate something that means so much to me with something that I hate. ”
I slide closer to her. “I know, Little Magpie. I know.”
About four episodes in, she’s caught me crying at least three times.
How does anyone watch this show and not?
She’s gradually moving in closer to me, and my arm is around her.
I’m a guy who is attracted to fuller-figured girls, so when I’m running my hand down her sides and I can feel her rolls, my dick is twitching underneath the blanket.
It’s fucking torturous. She turns around so her back is to me, and my arm naturally falls against her stomach.
She freezes. And it’s not for the first time.
“Please don’t touch my belly,” she mumbles.
“Why? Little Magpie, your belly is beautiful.”
“I don’t like the rolls.”
“Little Magpie, I think it’s time we do some exposure therapy.”
“What? Where?”
“Right fucking here. Do you trust me?”
She nods.
“What’s the safe word?”
“Magpie. But my rolls…”
“Baby, your rolls to me are delicious. And one day, when you’re ready, I’ll be all up in them like butter waiting to be spread.”
She laughs. “You’re a fucking pervert. You know that?”
“I am, but I’m your pervert. And guess what, it worked.”
“What di—” She looks down, and my hands are on her stomach. She automatically recoils, but I keep hold of her. She has a safe word if she needs it.
“Magpie, breathe.” She does as she’s told.
“Good girl. First session done. Are you ready for your reward?”
“My reward?”
“Yes, baby. An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away.”
“And who prescribed me that?”
“Me. I’m a doctor, didn’t ya know? It’s time for your physical.” She bursts into giggles as I grab her from the sofa and wrap her legs around my waist, carrying her to my bedroom.”
“But, boundaries, remember.”
“Fuck it.”
I walk through the door and drop her onto my bed. “This is your last chance to back out, Little Magpie.”
“Never.”
Taking that as my cue, I slowly undress her, kissing every part of her body she gives me access to.
I pull off her bottoms first because she’s wearing my hoodie and she looks sexy as fuck in that.
“No underwear?” She shakes her head timidly.
“If I’d known that four episodes ago, we’d never have gotten through one. ”
She smiles as I pull her into a seated position. “I’m scared. I’ve been having cramps all day. What if I come on?”
“It has been medically proven that orgasms help with period pains. And like I said, I’m a doctor. A little bit of blood never hurt anyone. Trust me. Use the safe word if you need to.”
“I won’t. But I haven't ever really done these things before. I have experience in sex as a physical act, but not intimacy. My ex made sure of that.”
“Don’t you worry, Little Magpie, I’m an excellent teacher.” I smile at her as I lift her arms above her head.
As she sits before me naked, I bask in her beauty, stripping off my own clothes as I go. All of a sudden I’m nervous, and I don’t know where to start.
“Bones, look at me,” she says. I do as she asks, the smile on her face spreads to her eyes, and the sparkle I always believed could be there is.
She’s glowing. “Remember the first night we met, and you said, and I quote, ‘For the love of God, eat the fucking fries?” I nod as she continues.
“I need you to take your own advice right now before I put my clothes back on and hide my body away.”
I kiss her mouth firmly. My tongue explores her lips like they’re never-ending. She opens her mouth to let me in, and I can’t help but moan. “Magpie, fuck me, you’re exquisite.”
I begrudgingly leave her lips, kissing the sensitive spots below her ears, making my way down her neck as her whimpers filter through the air.
My hands run over the lumps and bumps from her scars and stretchmarks that litter her body, and my own moans entangle with hers.
I pause for a second. “We don’t have to go all of the way, if you want to stop, just say so. ”
She nods, encouraging me to make my way down her body.
I spread her legs as I kiss across her pelvis, working my way around and down her thighs.
I pinch her nipples as I kiss the inside of her thighs, and she gasps, bolting up a little at the slight tinge of pain.
I bite the insides of them, and her hand finds its way into my hair, gripping onto it for dear life.
She spends a few minutes trying to steer my head to her pussy, but I’m determined to make her work for it. Her pussy lips are plump and glistening, and I pull them apart slowly and blow across her clit.
“Fuck,” she shouts. “Stop being a tease!”
“I can’t help it. You’re in front of me for the taking, but I want to take my time.”
I run the tip of my thumb over her clit. She’s so wet I can hear it as I move my thumb in circles. She convulses at my touch like it’s foreign to her. “Little Magpie, has no one ever played with your clit before?” She shakes her head. “Not even you?” She shakes her head again.
Holy fuck. Kill me now.