“Nope.”
“Good. Wait, what about the idea we had after we sawSleep NoMore?”
“Oh yeah! Wow. We have so much to writetogether.”
“We’re going to have to implement some stringent no-sex while workingrules.”
“I was just going to say that. Some hard and fastrules.”
“For instance, because we now know that according to scientists—sitting down all day is very bad for our health—so every half an hour we should take a break from sitting and typing andnothave sex in a chair or in a lying downposition.”
“Right. We should have sex standingup.”
“For the sake of ourhealth.”
“Every half an hour,huh?”
“We’re gonna be really healthy.” Hegrins.
I look around, at Maya and Sam’s crew. One of Sam’s bands is doing a funky cover of the Shania Twain songFrom This Moment On, and everyone is dancing, except us. Still on Scott’s lap, I can feel that he is thinking what I’m thinking. We could definitely sneak away for a few minutes and not be missed. I glance over at him, look into his hooded eyes and pull his glasses off his face. “I’ll hang onto these while we do it,” Isay.
He picks me up, stands up, and we run to the house, hand-in-hand.
He locksthe bathroom door and I place his glasses on thecountertop.
He grabs my hips from behind, squeezing them and groaning. “I’ve missed touchingyou.”
“Me too.” I turn to face him, fumbling with his shirt buttons, while he slowly runs his fingers up my thighs, under my dress. I am a trembling mess of hot want. He cradles my face in his hands and kisses my lips,tenderly.
The kiss calms me down, but unleashes something in him. He pushes me up against the bathroom door, pressing my hands up over my head, pressing himself against me. “You better be in this for the long haul, Duffy.” His voice is gruff. “I’m not fucking aroundhere.”
“I’m not fucking around either, Braddock.” I look up at him, directly into his eyes. They are brown like chai tea, spicy and comforting at the same time. “I’m gonna love you like you’ve never been lovedbefore.”
He laughs, then catches his breath. “I fucking love you so much. I do. I want you, I want all ofyou.”
“Take it. I’m all yours.” I mean it. It feels so good to say it out loud tohim.
He kisses me, then drops to his knees and dips his head under my dress. He pulls down my panties, lifts my leg up to rest it on his shoulder and slips his tongue inside of me, exploring and groaning at the wetness that has awaited him, sucking on my clit, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. I was so afraid I’d never experience this with him again that as soon as my body realized it had been invited back to the party it was ready to orgasm. I don’t even hold back the loud gasps or the convulsions. I want him to know how he makes me feel and I want to feel everything withhim.
By the time he stands up and presses his hard cock inside of me, his own body trembling now, I feel full of him, in the best way, welcoming and accepting him into me. I keep my eyes open and locked withhis.
I’m not afraid of anything. I’m not afraid of anyone seeing or hearing us, I’m not afraid of how attracted I am to him, I’m not afraid of how much I love him, I’m not afraid of how much I will hate him sometimes, and I’m not even afraid of how much it would hurt if it were all takenaway.
It’s like having writer’s block and then unlocking some part of your brain and suddenly everything falls intoplace.
This was our story, complete with obstacles and cynics, and I wouldn’t change a thing, and it’s justbeginning.
Epilogue
*Scott*
One yearlater
What follows is nota script of what should have been. My life with Erin no longer needs a rewrite. What follows is exactly how itwent…
FADEIN:
EXT. LAWN IN FRONT OF SCOTT AND ERIN’S APARTMENT BLDG -MORNING
