“Mmmhmm!”
*”Ready to eat?”
“In a minute.”
*”Take as long as you like, Little One. I’m in no rush to move.”
She sniffed and sighed and hugged me tight. She breathed in deep and exhaled a melancholy contentment.
“My mom used to call me that.”
*”Do you want me to stop?”
“No, it’s nice to hear again.” She watched her finger twirl my hair and kissed my neck tenderly. Her stomach grumbled. “Guess, it’s time to make some food.”
*”What do we have?”
“We have bacon, eggs, I’m pretty sure there’s some fruit and cheese left, and I think there’s some pancake mix.”
*”Well we could throw together an omelette and mix some fruit in with the pancakes. You have chocolate syrup?”
“Mmmhmm.”
A spark of idea took flight in my brain. *”Hey, do you have a bathtub here?”
“Yeah, downstairs.”
*Big enough for two?”
“Big enough for you, me, and a Wookie.”
*”Good, how about you fix us a nice hot bath and I’ll go and get breakfast made.”
“Okay?” She looked puzzled but intrigued.
I got up, slid out of bed, and offered her a hand. She took it and stomped to the floor. She stretched her arms to the sky and swayed, slowly side to side. I grabbed her elbows, held them up, over her head, and kissed into the bush under her left arm.
“If I had known I was gonna get so much attention there I’d have shaved.”
*”Don’t, I like it. It has a celestial aura when the light shines through it. And it’s definitely sexy on you.”
“Goofball. Come on.”
We walked down the hall, she stopped by the bathroom to grab a few things.
A few minutes later, from the kitchen, I watched her walk by and make her way to the steps. I walked out to the hallway to watch. Her butt looked cute even going down stairs. Not many people can pull that off.
Since I was there, I put some wood in the stove and fanned it back to life. Though the day was fully arrived, the chill of the night had reclaimed the air. And by the look of the sky, it wasn’t much better outside. The fire returned, with a little bit of prompting, and so did it’s purpose. I went back to the kitchen and finished preparing our meal.
I was putting the last of the pancakes on the plate when she snuck up behind me and kissed my neck. Her cock pressed into my cheek and nuzzled back to my thigh. I felt her hand slide down my stomach and stroke the hairs above mine.
“Ooh strawberry pancakes. With… maple?” she dipped her finger in the mix, and gave it a sniff, “Maple… and chocolate syrup?”
I forked a piece off, *”Mhmm. Here have a taste.”
“Oh, mmm, that’s nice.”
*’It’s better with a dark chocolate drizzle or chips, but this’ll do.”
“This, is… mmm, yeah it will.”
I took the plate, and walked to the stairs, she gave me that look again. I was used to it. Had been for a long time. Still funny to see though.
*”There’s a nice hot bath waiting for us, you don’t want it to get cold do you.”
“I was wondering where this was heading.”
*”What? You never sat in a tub with a glass of wine and some snacks and just relaxed?”
“No. But okay, one sec I’ll grab the wine. Do you ummm want some weed?”
*”Just the wine will be fine.”
She led me down the stairs, through a door to another bedroom. Which was now a workspace, with all kinds of neat gadgets strewn across a table. There was a mannequin with bits and pieces of an unfinished design. She saw me eyeing it up and flicked a switch on the helmet.
Soft blue lights pulsed beneath an almost black glass visor.
*”That’s fucking awesome.
She smiled, “It’s missing, something, but I like it so far.” She flipped off the light, caught my eye and lead me on to the bathroom.
It was small, but eclectic. The tub had feet, like eagle talons, holding a globe. And it really could fit two and a Wookie. A smaller than average, maybe teenage Wookie, but yeah, we could fit.
I went back upstairs, got the tobacco and the candle, then I appropriated the top from the coffee table and went back down.
She was already in and under the bubbles.
The scent of Lavender and Hibiscus hinted off the water.
I laid the table top across the sides of the tub, lit the candle and put it on the sink. I closed the window curtains, to the grey of the day, picked up the plate and the glasses, put them on the table top and stepped into the tub. Sliding in behind her.
We ate, not saying much. Just relaxing, refueling and reinforcing that comfortable bond. When the food was finished, and our energy returned, I took the settings and the table top and laid them on the sink. I took her hand, stood her up, pulled the plug, and turned the hot water on to reheat the tub. I stepped into it and sat back down pulling her with me.
“We’re gonna get old peopley.”
*”Probably, but it goes away. And, I’m already old people.”
She laughed.
She leaned forwards and ran her fingers between her toes. I traced a line, of a scar, from her left shoulder down to her ribs.
She tensed away a touch.
*“Surgery?”
”That one? No. The one above my hip and the one on my side yes. I had an extra kidney, that failed, and some stuff that needed untwisting.”
*”That sucks?”
“I don’t remember them. I was a newborn for the untwisting and three I think, for the kidney.”
I kissed the one by her shoulders. She pulled away again then settled back in.
“That one still hurts.”
*”Sorry.”
“Oh, you didn’t hurt me. it’s not a physical pain just a bad memory.”
I pulled her back and hugged her tight.
*”I’m guessing something got ugly.”
“Yeah. Friends… Well, not friends.”
*”Enough said.” I kissed it again and she breathed in deep and settled.
“Thanks.” She turned as much as she could and hugged me hard. A somberness returned but this time there were no tears. I just let her find what she needed to. “Will I see you again? After today?”
*“I’d like that very much.”
She pulled away to look at my face. “Me too.”
The last bit of sadness chased from her eyes, but even the little bit I saw bore a hole in my mind. I’d like to say I was a better man but at that moment I felt like punching something. Hard. Then she smiled. And everything, kinda made sense. Like an odd reunion, of two very, physically, different worlds. That, somehow, shared the same circumstance and misfortunes. The feeling faded with a kiss.
We got up, dried off and went back up the stairs, wrapped in a single oversized beach towel. She laid on the bed and I pulled her to the edge, by her feet, and knelt between her thighs. I kissed and nibbled from her knee to her abdomen. Her musk filled me with want once more. I tasted at the tender skin and worked my way to her rising. I got her hard and stiff and wanting.
“Mmmm, your mouth feels so good on my…” she shied.
*“You can say it, I’m sucking your dick..”
“Yes you are, unn, sucking my dick, my dick, oh shit, good.”
I reached across and grabbed the oil and teased myself with it. Then I rose up and straddled myself over her, kissed her, grabbed her and slicked my hands up and down her velvety cock. Slowly I ground myself onto her.
“Oh, you really did like it.”
I closed my eyes and remembered and relaxed. She popped through the taut ring and I felt the release, and with one slow, steady push I felt her fullness in me. The pain was vivid, like the dull ache of a tourniquet constantly being tightened.