Chapter 3 Trey
TREY
Trey woefully let Fabio lead him on a short, circuitous journey around the block, the hound stopping to sniff every bank of slushy snow, occasionally lifting a leg on a tree to leave his own scented message.
Every time Trey felt like he was starting to grasp the workings of his key’s wonderful world, he seemed to stumble over some simple concept and make a giant mess for her to clean up. It figured that he managed to ruin a romantic gesture.
When he returned to the house and opened the front door, he thought hopefully that it smelled a little less pungent.
There was another scent overlying the polish.
Fabio pushed him aside and ran for Daniella, panting and demanding assurances.
Trey didn’t want to appear quite so needy.
“Did you get the glue off of Robin?” he asked as he took off his coat. “Where is Robin?”
Daniella gave Fabio a scratch at the ears. “Robin went to have pizza with Gwen and Ansel,” she said with a sly sideways look. “Everything is cleaned up fine. There might be sort of a pale spot in the carpet there, but I wasn’t expecting to get my deposit back anyway.”
Trey wasn’t sure what a deposit was in this context—probably not what Fabio had produced on his walk and Trey had left in the trashcan by the door.
“I am sorry I inconvenienced you,” he said gruffly. “If I should atone…?”
Daniella left Fabio to come and kiss him. “There is nothing to apologize for,” she assured him. “Robin told you that Valentine’s Day was important to us and that you wanted to do something nice for me.”
“They suggested I should not cook for you, yet.”
“That’s probably wise,” Daniella agreed with a chuckle. She had not moved far away after her kiss, lingering nicely in range for another brush of his lips on hers.
“Did Robin tell you why Valentine’s Day was important?” she asked, when she had breath again.
“Something about martyrs and executions?”
“It’s about love,” Daniella said, shaking her head. “About showing the people that you care. You can do that with expensive gifts, candy, food, dinner out, fancy cards…or you can just be with them.”
Her hands were flat against his chest, her fingers kneading gently.
“I would very much like to be with you,” Trey said gravely, “and show you how I love you.”
Daniella looked up at him and smiled slowly. “I was hoping you would say that,” she purred.
She had to knee Fabio out of the way to lead Trey back to the bedroom, and the dog whined outside the shut door for a while, but Trey was too busy taking Daniella’s shirt off over her head, completely ignoring the buttons.
“How can I show you?” he asked rhetorically, stroking her bare shoulders and slipping the bra strap off. “Shall I show you with my fingers?”
Daniella chuckled as she found that Trey was wearing some of the shiny paint. It had hardened on his skin. “I would like that,” she murmured. “And I would like to show you, also.”
Her hands dipped to his pants and cupped his growing hardness.
Trey traced down her arms and took her by the hips. Thankful wasn’t the right word for them. Perfect, maybe? They were round and plump and he loved the feel of them when they spooned together. He used them now to pull her close and promise more through their clothing.
“I would like to show you with my lips,” Trey said, leaning down to kiss her again, parting her lips with his tongue slowly.
“Mm mm MMM mmm!” Daniella said around him.
He left her lips to kiss down her neck and find her sweet, smooth breasts, cradling one in each hand before he lay her back on the waiting bed.
“I would like that!” Daniella agreed as Trey unbuttoned her pants and slipped them down. He took each leg of the garment carefully off, tickling down and lingering at the back of her knees where she squirmed and giggled.
It was like rediscovering every part of his beautiful key, going slowly.
Had they fallen to easily into familiar love-making patterns?
Could she be bored with their usual coupling?
This felt like an important break from the usual, like they were rekindling all their first passions simply by trying to.
He licked at her most precious parts, using his fingers and his mouth to bring her to heights and hold her there, until she was grasping at the sheets beneath her and begging with his name.
Only then did he rise to cover her, driving in with slow, sweet care to make her release at last. When she cried out in that moment of bliss, Trey was lost as well, and came achingly inside of her as she clenched around him and tangled her fingers in his hair.
They lay together, panting, for a long time afterwards, and then laughed together as Fabio, outside the door, gave a noisy mournful sigh of his neglect and abandonment.
Daniella kissed him and rolled away. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said. “I’m going to take a shower then and I’ll make us dinner.”
Trey kissed her arm to her fingertips and then let her go.
Fabio greeted her at the door with his tail wagging so hard it hit the wall.
Trey heard the sound of the shower starting, and rose to return to the scene of his crime.
Fabio, who had forgotten about his existence, was waiting at the bathroom door for his mistress, and he went to Trey for pats and comfort.
Trey looked over the supplies and found a sheet of paper that was only slightly crumpled and stained. He set aside the lip rogue and found a pen before he folded a new card.
You are my Key, he wrote simply. I love you.
And at that moment, he felt like he understood Valentine’s Day.