Sometimes, life wants us to do something different than planned - Tidus [xxx](AU)

She barely managed to get a sip of the rum before he had removed the bottle from her hands as she heard his teasing voice. She had gotten used to it - when the man finished, there wasn’t any more to come for. Apparently Tidus wasn’t convinced that it should be that way. He leaned in for another kiss, allowing their lips to dance shortly before her purred his next string of words - including her name - against her lips. The sheer feeling of his words against her soft skin of the lips made her tighten slightly around his member, feeling how he wasn’t completely ready to release her from his grasp. A hand moved over her thigh before he started playing with her utmost sensitive part. She placed her arms loosely around his neck, tilting her head backwards as she released a soft moan with her words; ‘’Fuck,’’. It seemed silly to enjoy something this much, but it wasn’t the fact that he touched her in ways she wasn’t really used to - it was the fact that he was a new sensation she had never thought to experience. She knew that he tried to keep eye contact with her, but as soon as she started moving his hips once more, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes to the back of her head, moaning in the same rhythm as he moved both his hips and hands. It felt too good to stay sane. Soon, she would have to admit that it might have been the best screw in a while. Things had a tendency to get predictable with her husband. She loved him, but it could be rather boring at times.

As he leaned in for another kiss, she greeted him with her soft lips once more. She sighed against his lips, ready to beg him for more, but she tried to manage her eagerness as she knew that he most likely wouldn’t be able to screw her right after his climax. She started moving herself, counteracting every movement he made with his hips, making the movement itself even more impactful. At this rate, it wouldn’t take long for her to reach her climax, if he kept on touching her like he did. How could someone who seemingly never had been a woman please her so much? Was it in reality purely based on emotions?... She feared the answer, so she tried not to think of it. One of her hands left his neck to join his at her core, moving his thumb from her pearl. She sighed against his lips as she allowed to please herself while feeling his movements inside her - resulting in that she after mere seconds reached her high in a rolling wave of pleasure, making her moan and whimper against his lips. All she wanted in that moment was for him to continue fucking her until neither of them was able to continue.

He wished That this feeling could have gone on forever. But, He knew himself enough to he couldn’t go on immediately after a pretty good orgasm.
When she removed his hand, he shortly separated their lips to look at her, just to make sure he hadn’t done something wrong. That was far from the case. She started to pleasure herself, which was some of the hottest scenery he had ever seen. Her lips separated in a moan. Her eyes closed. It was pure art to see her like that. He pressed their lips together again as she finally reached that pure bliss of pleasure. After just staying there, with their lips together, he pulled away, only to look at her. A bit of sweat was laying in a thin little layer on his forehead.
“Damn,” he chuckled. It had felt amazing.
This time, it was his turn to grab the bottle and take a big sip of it. The strong alcohol calmed his nerves down. Just a bit. He placed a last kiss on her lips, put the bottle down and then separated himself from her. With careful movement, he pulled up his boxers, but stepped out of the pants. He left them to suffer on the floor.
“maybe uhm… should we… take a shower and then… go to bed?” he asked. He wasn’t sure what to say. She already knew his feelings for her. So… he didn’t have to explain those to her.
He reached a hand out to her. If she took it, he would help her down from the counter and guide her with him out to the bathroom.

She knew that he didn’t mind her taking over for a moment, as it meant that she was able to reach her high. As she had calmed down a bit, she felt him pulling away and looking at her with slight sweat on his forehead. She didn’t really sweat herself, thanks to being partially dragon, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t being extremely hot. ‘’Damn indeed,’’ she agreed with a chuckle. She reached for the bottle of rum after he had taken a sip of it, only to moan slightly in surprise and pleasure as he pulled out of her. It was clear that they needed to wipe down the counter, as a mixture of both of them slowly dripped out of her. She didn’t even bother to prevent it. It wasn’t possible to do so anyway. As she pulled up his boxers but stepped out of his pants, she took another large sip of the rum, enjoying the burning sensation it left in her throat.
‘’A shower sounds great,’’ she admitted, as she placed the bottle back on the counter and took his hand as he helped her back on her feet; he legs a bit trembling from the event. She followed him to the bathroom, where she didn’t even hesitate to turn on the water in the shower while she felt how the mixture of them ran slowly down her inner thigh. She turned around and looked at him with a little smirk as she once more hooked onto his boxers with a finger, pulling him closer to her. She allowed her hands to run over his torso, enjoying his skin under her hands. Like this, they saw every little flaw. Every scar. Every mark. Even her mate-mark. The mark she had given up covering ever since she had learned that the mate she was destined to be with was a vampire she despised. She didn’t need to cover the name - she didn’t care anymore. In this moment, her mate was Tidus. It was him she slept with; shared emotions with. It was only him. Gently, she ran her nails over his chest, leaving red marks. ‘’I wonder…’’ she said, her voice soft as silk. ‘’Do you ever touch yourself, when you think of me?’’ she asked, clearly still aroused, yet curious. She didn’t leave him time to answer, before she stepped away and into the shower; allowing the warm water to soak her completely, as she closed her eyes and sighed pleasantly.

To his pleasure, she agreed to the shower and even got that cheeky, seducing little smirk over her lips. With a switch motion, she pulled him closer by his boxers and let a hand drive down his body. It made goosebumps appear on his body. Her hand was so soft. His torso had its flaws. A scar on his left chest, from the time Jasper had stabbed him, was shinning in the light of the bathroom. Otherwise… his body was lean and muscular, only with one more scar on his shoulder, back from when he was a child. His skin was light unlike Tivo´s caramel brown skin.
He smiled at her and carefully placed his hand on her cheek. Those perfect red, Disney princess cheeks.
his hand wandered from her cheek to behind her back, where he here unlocked that bra of hers. As it felt to the ground, he looked down at her and admired that beautiful body.
trapped in her web, he didn’t immediately answer her question. When he was finally ready to answer it, she had left him, to disappear under the water. He chuckled and followed her. Right after he had dropped his boxers.
The warm water on his skin felt as being touch by an angel. For a little while, he just stood there and enjoyed the moment with his eyes closed. He then opened them and looked at her. “Yes… I touched myself thinking of you.”
the answer was whispered in a luring tone. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Curious huh?”

It did surprise her, when he admitted to actually touching himself as he thought of her. Not only did it surprise her, she even found it rather flattering - the thought of him, having a good time pleasuring himself to the mere thought of her. Her insides churned by the thought, making her smile at him with a little knowing smile - as if she had a secret to share with him. She didn’t, however, as he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek before asking about her being curious. ‘’I just wanted to know if I was the only one or not,’’ she whispered back at him before she stepped closer to him; allowing her body to press slightly up against his. She wasn’t going to say it out loud that she had pleasured herself to the thought of him many years ago as well. He didn’t need that information in his life - this was difficult enough as it was.

‘’So,’’ she said, allowing her hands to rest on his chest as she faced him once more. ‘’I think what we just did counts as a workout,’’ she chuckled in a warm tone. ‘’And now, we’re in the shower. Please, enlighten me on the scenario you spoke about earlier,’’ she pleaded in a luring and yet seductive voice as her nails gently clawed into his chest, leaving red stripes.

Although she did not directly say: me too. He understood what was behind her words. And he loved every piece of it. He therefore smiled a little smirk and watched her, as she put her hands on his chest, saying they just worked out. That comment made him chuckle and even blush a little. “yeah… I guess you can say that it was… a workout.” He repeated and was going to reach for the shampoo, if it hadn’t been for Cass, now leaving red marks on his chest. This made him moan a bit in surprise.
She wanted him to enlighten her of one of his fantasies. The way her voice sounded so luring and seductive was his key to tell her. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. The water was running down their bodies. Making their skin look so gorgeous and soft.
“oh yeah? It all started with some kissing, then some touching and then a workout,” he said in a teasing tone, kissing here neck with soft butterfly kisses. “Further details are not required.” His kissed wandered from her neck to her shoulder.

The water against her skin felt amazing. Not only because she felt the warmth spread from her skin to her core, but also because she enjoyed being naked in his presence - for him to able to see all of her, even though it had been rather wrong for her to feel that way. He agreed with her on their little encounter to be a workout, making her chuckle slightly, before the moan escaped his lips as she left red marks on his chest.

As she had asked him to enlighten her in a scenario of his, only to be pulled in closer by him, so that their bodies once again touched each other. The water got trapped where their bodies met, running down new pathways instead. As his lips danced over the soft skin of her neck, he tried to explain what his fantasy had been. In some way, she enjoyed it for being so simply and precise, but a part of her wanted to know more - much more. As he determined that no further details were required, she was slightly confused, but she chose to focus on the kisses as they wandered from her neck to her shoulder. What did he mean? Did he mean that he wanted to show her instead? Or did he just not want to do elaborate on the fantasy further?

With one hand on his chest, the other hand sought out the back of his neck to rest on. ‘’I hope I didn’t disappoint you then,’’ she whispered in a slight moan as his lips on her skin made her even more hungry for his touch. How could he make her this way? Hours ago, he had just been her best friend - how could her make her ache for his tender love? It wasn’t fair that he had her around his pinky like that!

The water felt like a cleansing of holy water, washing their sins away, but also kissing their body so briefly. Sweet addicting kisses.
Still with their bodies pressed so close, he reached out for the shampoo, while he occasionally kissed her neck, shoulder or cheek. He knew she wanted him to explain the fantasy of his. Tell her how he had swallowed every moan of hers, kissed every freckle on her body and enjoyed the way she had shivered underneath his touches.
Carefully he started open the shampoo bottle and pure the soap into the palm of his hand.
“You didn´t,” he answered in a low and luring whisper. “You could never disappoint me.” He shortly looked into her eyes, before letting their lips meet in a kiss again, passionate yet so sweet. His body ached for hers again. “Your moans are like music.” A little compliment said against her lips, before he separated and smiled lovingly at her.
With the soap in his palm, he started to massage it into her scalp and hair, keeping his eyes fixed on the brown locks of hers. They were beautiful, soft and shiny. He let his hand travel down one of her locks, until it stopped by her chest.

Was it because it was new and exciting? No, it wasn’t because of that. It couldn’t be. She had loved that demon for over a decade. It couldn’t be because of that, that he somehow managed to enchant her like this. Something else had to be different - and it was. She didn’t even consider that she would smell like him in every way possible, once she finally arrived back home. She just his kisses; his touch. She swallowed every inch of his being.
The soap in her hair reminded her of the fact that she needed to go grocery-shopping in the morning. A weird thing to remember, but important nonetheless. As he stated that she had not disappointed him, she smiled to herself. It was a relief to be told such by him, as he surely had a very particular taste in these things. Then, he stated that she could never disappoint him, which she was tempted to take as a challenge, until she remembered that he had meant it as a compliment.
Instead, she allowed their lips to dance for a moment, before yet another compliment left his lips. Then, he started massaging soap into her hair, making her close her eyes and sigh a pleased sigh. She simply enjoyed the pleasant sensation for a moment, until she felt his hand stopping by her chest. Her body screamed for him to feel her again - to fill her again - but it wasn’t anything she was going to tell him. She wasn’t going to be pressuring him to do anything. ‘’Please,’’ she pleaded in a quiet whisper. ‘’Don’t stop,’’ she pleaded, in the same tone, as she pressed her body slightly against his again, hoping to make him crave her as much as she craved him.

He wasn’t sure what she was pleading for. All he knew that it was in a goose bumping awakening little whisper. Something he gladly would like to hear more of. Especially when it came from her plump lips. The way she pressed her body closer to his, made his body twitch and especially one part of him. He led his hand ran down her torso, to sway it around her hips and then around her back, pulling her even closer. Once again, he let their lips meet in a kiss. Only to separate them again, so he could whisper teasingly against her lips. “Don´t stop what my dear Cass? What exactly are you pleading for?” His lips now started to wander down her neck, to her shoulder, while his hand now planted themselves on her lovely buttocks. He grabbed them, not with a gentle touch. “I will give you whatever you want.”
He once again pressed his lips against hers. Made them melt together underneath the hot water.

Regardless of what she was pleading for, he seemed interested in continuing their little game. As he pulled her closer, their lips met in yet another dance - a dance she would never grow tired of, she thought. Then, he pulled away ever so slightly, forcing her to wimp for his lips, as he teasingly asked her what she was pleading for. Down her neck his lips wandered, making her sigh in pleasure with every touch - a sigh that turned into a gasp of pure anticipation as he grasped her buttocks with no gentle touch. For a moment, she felt herself grow dizzy with lust for him, as he told her that he wanted to give her whatever she wanted. The only word she could get over her lips; ‘’You,’’ sounded, before she allowed her hand to feel the power of grasping around his member once more, just as he had grasped her buttocks. At the same time, her other hand grasped his chin, forcing him gently to look into her eyes. Her eyes had changed to their more primal form; their golden hue. ‘’I. Want. You.’’ She then said, as she started to jerk him off ever so slowly. ‘’I want you to take me. I want you to claim me; make me yours - even if it is just for the night. You are everything I want, Tidus,’’ she said, trying to contain her desire for him to only affect her words, yet her body demanded to feel him again, making her press against him without breaking eye contact with him. Could he even be in doubt after such a statement?

You.
A simple and yet so directly demand, there made the goosebumps tingle down his spine. And it only got better. One single word turned into more and they all were taken out from his dreams. She wanted him. She wanted him to claim her. And he wanted that too. More than anything. As she grasped his member, he gasped a bit in shock. Mixed with pleasure. His body surprised him by being ready once again. Ready to take her, claim her and show her, how much he loved her.
Her words made his desire burn through him. A flame he no longer could control. Her strokes felt amazing, but he wanted more, therefore removed her hand, only to now once again left her up. This time he placed her back against the cold wall of the shower. Still with their eyes locked, he put himself inside of her, at lot less gentle than before. He pressed their lips together once again, as he started to move in a fast pace, grabbing a bit tighter around her thighs.
If it was only for this night, he wanted her, more than anything else.

The shocked gasp made her smile a confident smile. She knew she wasn’t at all bad in bed. Her husband made a big fuss of telling her so ever so often, making it hard for her not to believe it. As he grew and hardened just enough, he removed her hand and lifted her up against the freezing wall behind her.
He journeyed inside her soft womb once more, and it grew ever harder for her to keep the eye-contact she had established herself. He had been ever so gentle before, but this time she felt just how much her words had affected him, as he throbbed inside her; making her insides churn in delight by every thrust. Their lips met, while her soft moans drowned in the kiss. He held on to her, tighter than before, as he claimed her - if only for one night. The kiss grew ever so insatiable, as she craved to taste more of him; feel more of him. Her hands found their place - holding onto the back of his neck as he thrusted inside of her. ‘’Fuck,’’ she sighed against his lips, as he’d hit a sweet spot, making her dig her nails into the skin of his neck; only drawing miniscule amounts of blood from his flesh with every movement he made.

The feeling of her made his whole body feel like it was on fire. The sweetest feeling you could ever reach for. And he was having it. Right here. Right now.
Her sweet little sigh of saying Fuck, made him chuckle lowly and confident, before hitting that one spot once again. Over and over again in a fast rhythm. As her nails dug into his neck, he moaned and started to let his lips wander down the soft skin on her neck. The demon inside of him, immediately made him want to bite her, to taste the salty taste of her blood. But he held it in. If he bit her, it would be the same as marking her, which wouldn’t be the best. For both.
Sweet and soft moans escaped his lips, as his grip on her thighs got tighter and his movement faster. His lips wandered up to her ear, where he nibbled carefully on her earlobe, before moaning lowly.
“fuck.”
he could slowly find himself getting closer to that pure blish once more. “Cass!” He moaned loudly in a bliss as he reached his limit once again. A bit painting, he looked into her eyes and placed their foreheads together. He chuckled lowly and once again placed a sweet kiss on her lips.
With no idea what all this meant, he just let their lips stay pressed together, in a sweet gesture.
“I love you.” He whispered so lowly and sweet while the water ran down on them.

It had been so easy for her before; letting go and simply allowing the demon take hold of her. Now, it felt like the melted together, creating something far more powerful - which scared her immensely. What was to happen after this, nobody knew. The alcohol in her veins had clouded her judgement, and even though she had been compliant enough to allow them both to feel the wonders of each other, she had to admit to herself that she needed to go to bed soon, if she was to get even a tiny amount of sleep.
As his lips met her earlobe, she felt how shivers was sent down her spine; it was one of her more delicate areas. Moments later, her name sounded in the room as she felt him release himself inside her once more. With their foreheads resting against each other, she looked into his blue eyes, before yet another kiss took over her lips. This kiss, however, was different. Water was still pouring down onto them, but she heard his words as clear as ever. For a moment, she could feel her heart skip a beat, but it wasn’t long until she managed to whisper back to him; ‘’I love you too,’’. With those words, she sighed against his lips once more, before she allowed for him to slip out of her. She stepped out of the shower, stretching her olive-skinned limbs while making a slightly animalistic sound - like a roar, stuck in the throat.
‘’I’m going to bed, love. Are you coming?’’ she asked, as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself; allowing her soaked hair to hang down, as it framed her face.
After that, she moved to the bedroom without a care for if he followed her or not. It wasn’t the first time she had slept in his bed, after all. They had done it quite often before she became married to Bienvenido. With no hesitation, she dried the worst of the water from her hair, before leaving the towel in the nightstand. Then, she snuck under the duvet, cuddling up in the bed which scent she had gotten so used to from all their party-nights. Moments later, she had passed out - exhausted from the intercourses and the alcohol. It would be hours before she would wake up, and the hangover would be immense.

He followed her to the bed. But not after putting on some clothes. His so called “night pants.” The alcohol had slowly faded from his mind, but he was sure, that when he woke up, he would have one hell of a hangover. As he laid down next to here, he faced her with a smile and tilted his hand. Carefully he removed a brow hairlock from her face. “Goodnight Cass.” He whispered softly.
After that, he closed his eyes and for some time, he was in absolute peace with no chaos ahead.

when he woke up, it was a whole other story! Immediately he got attacked by one hell of a headache. The light from the window stung in his eyes. He shook his head, now only to discover Cassandra next to him. It wasn’t any unsual. They had shared a bed a lot of time.
he sighed with a smile and swung his legs out of the bed. A bunch of pictures was thrown in his face as his feet touched the ground. He saw Cass… moaning and looking fucking gorgeous, as she leaned her head back and grabbed… HIS NECK!?
with the blue eyes opened in shock, he looked down at Cass and felt a sudden urge to wake her up. He shouldn’t. it could just be another one of his wet dream.
Yeah yeah… it was a dream. Not a memory.
with that conclusion, he went out in the kitchen, only to drown himself in some coffee. Everytime he took a sip, he tried to remember the night before. What have exactly happened?

She slept like a baby. No dreams; no nothing. Silence, darkness. It was a relief, but it had always been that way. When she slept in his bed; surrounded by his scent, she slept wonderfully. Usually she would wake up being hungover, so the joy of a good nights sleep went out the window, but during the sleep, it was fantastic.

She noticed him waking up before she even had woken up herself. The moment his feet touched the ground, she opened her eyes, only to feel the sensation of a drill going at her skull. Goddamn it had been a lot of drinks last night! She closed her eyes, only to feel him looking at her for a moment, before he got out of the bed and went into the kitchen to get some coffee. She stretched out; filling most of the bed, as she mumbled something. Why was she so sore? Her hair was a mess of knots and tangles. Had she taken a shower before bed? The towel on the nightstand indeed suggested so. She sat up in bed only to discover she was wearing no shirt what so ever. Slightly confused, she looked at the floor. No clothes. Then, she searched the bedding, only to discover she wasn’t wearing anything at all! ‘’…Tidus?!...’’ she called, only to place a hand on her forehead as the headache reminded her of how hungover she was. ‘’What the HELL happened last night!?...’’ she then asked, as she stumbled out of bed with a sheet covering her somewhat. She grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her rather hasty before she looked around. None of their clothes was on the floor. Where was it!? She moved towards the kitchen, feeling a slight panic grow in her. The last thing she remembered was them at a gay bar. How did she end up naked in his bed. ‘’Coffee. Now.’’ She sighed, as she moved past him to grab a mug for herself. For a moment, she forget that the only thing covering her was the towel, so when she stretched to reach for a mug, the towel dropped to the floor. ‘’Shite!’’ she said, as she placed the mug on the counter and tried to make the towel behave. ‘’Have you seen my clothes?’’ she asked, rather pathetically. She was a mess.

As Cassandra stepped out and looked like every man´s wet dream, Tidus blushed and looked down on the floor, trying not to focus on her. Just like him, she clearly wasn’t aware of what have happened last night, except the fact she couldn’t find her clothes.
“I… I´m not sure what happened…” he mumbled behind his coffee mug. Here he placed it on the table, ready to grab her a mug, only to see how she grabbed one herself. And… what happened after, did not help on the classic morning boner problem.
He blushed madly and looked the other way. “Uhm… Uhm… Your clothes… your clothes are in the…” here he saw Cass, pressed up against the shower wall, moaning as he moved inside of her. “Bathroom.” He finished his sentence. Slowly was he fading away. The red color on his cheek getting brighter and brighter.
Quickly he looked away, by taking his mug and take a big sip of his coffee, only to burn his lip.
“Auch… Shitbis… ah,” he hissed and took a hand up to his lip.
Great. Now he had a headache, a burned lip and a Cassandra looking like a fucking wet dream he had once.

She knew something had happened; or else she wouldn’t be standing there, naked. Tidus blushed by the sight of her, making her wonder what she had done or said the night before. She remembered small bits, but nothing she could piece together to make anything make sense. He mumbled something about her clothes being in the bathroom, but she got little time to think about it before he burned his lip. She wrapped the towel around her once more, securing it tightly, before she reached out and placed a hand on his chin. He didn’t even have to look at her, as a heating sensation spread in her fingers while she caressed the lip he had just burned. ‘’Just like my husband, it seems you forget that coffee tend to be served scolding hot,’’ she said with a gentle tone in her voice. Yet, she had not had more than little time to finish the sentence before she was thrown into one of his memories; them, having sex in the shower. She pulled away, looking at him in sheer confusion. She shook her head and poured herself some coffee before she sighed. ‘’Was that a dream of yours, or was it… you know, real?’’ she asked. The question wasn’t needed, as she was standing in nothing but a towel, next to him; feeling sore after a night of who-knows-what. ‘’For fuck’s sake!’’ she sighed, feeling the panic rise in her. Had she slept with her best friend? But… He was gay! No, they had not slept together, they couldn’t have! There would be an explanation. She just didn’t know it yet.

She figured it out. She was thrown into a memory. A memory of them having that passionate night, where nothing else mattered, but themselves and how they felt. Which… they now had to pay for. Or… at least realizing.
when she reacted with a simple motion of purring her coffee, he looked slightly confused, like hadn’t she seen what he just had seen. It was memory, right? Or was it a dream?
as she finally reacted, he took a little step back, only to run a hand through his hair. “I uhm… I think it was a memory… I…” he shook his head. “but… we were so drunk… so… I´m… I´m not sure…”
Here he placed his hands on the kitchen counter and hung his head. His thoughts were running wild. “It all sounds so crazy… but… I think it´s… it´s the truth.”
He looked over at her. Just a shook as her.

Cassandra didn’t really do much at first. Why would she? What could she do, that would change the fact that both of them had done something completely out of line? She took a large sip of her scolding hot coffee as Tidus tried to figure out what to say. It was clear that they had been far to drunk to think straight - or… for once, Tidus had thought straight. Too straight. She leaned up against the kitchen counter, holding the coffee close to her face, so the steam made it look like she breathed smoke for a while. She remained silent. Inside her own head, the panic was about to spread. She had cheated on her husband, with their best friend. She had slept with her gay best friend. Or, was he even gay?
‘’How much do you remember?’’ she then asked. She didn’t even look at him, until she froze. Mechanical, she turned his head towards him. ‘’You… Tidus, for fuck’s sake!’’ she sighed, as she realized she was about to blame it all on him. ‘’Did you at least use protection?’’ she then asked, but she knew the answer. Had they been drunk enough to mess around, they wouldn’t have thought of using any means of protection.
‘’You might want to move your head a bit… I’m not sure if that’s yours or mine, but it’s certain that it’s from last night.’’ She said, as she nodded straight at a small gathering of bodily fluids on the counter a few inches from where he as hanging with his head. She had to remain calm, or else he would feel terrible… wouldn’t he?

All she needed to say was ‘move your head, for him to immediately lift up his head and look at where she was nodding towards. Here he sighed exhausted and a bit annoyed. So much for trying to be a clean freak. Calmly, he went over to get a wet cloth, only to quickly clean up the mess. If they weren´t sure if it had been a dream or not, they sure as hell were now.
“I… I don´t… remember… much… expect something with a shower…” he answered.
This was wrong. Wrong in so many ways. And yet… in a way, his heart filled fulfilled. In meant that she was kind of interested in him too. “And no… I don´t remember anything about using protection.”
an embarrassing truth. But, a truth none the less.
He still had no idea of what to tell her.
Calmly he looked over at her, his heart beating fast and a weak smile, growing on his lips. Even though he knew it weren´t the time for smiling. He tiredly caressed his forehead.
“what on earth happened.”

They had been reckless and foolish. This wasn’t okay - it was anything but okay! She tried to contain her panic, making sure he wasn’t going to see it as she took another sip of her scolding coffee. She closed her eyes as he spoke; speaking about a shower and admitting he remembered nothing of using protection. ‘’I’ll tell you what happened; we messed up. You’re gay and I’m married to not only your consigliere but you friend as well. However amazing it might have been, it cannot happen again.’’ She said; only realizing far too late that she had admitted to considering the whole experience nothing less than amazing. How else would she be so sore the morning after? He must have been fantastic…
She had noticed his smile, but she decided to not comment on it. Was he really enjoying this? ‘’How long have you felt desire towards me? If at all? Or was this just a random fuck?’’ she then asked; simply because she wouldn’t tolerate being a random girl in his sheets. He better have a good explanation… ‘’I’ll start. I’ve found you incredibly attractive from the day I met you. It wasn’t until you claimed the Patrons as yours that I actually stopped thinking of you in such a way.’’ She then said. Secrets wasn’t going to be kept any longer. Not from him. She didn’t look at him, as she took another sip of her coffee, waiting for him to either panic about her statement or explain.

It could not happen again. He nodded in agreement. Even though his heart did not agree. He wanted him for himself. that selfish little thought kept screaming in his head.
her little comment on, however amazing it might have been, made him smile a little. A cheeky little smile he hid behind his cup. That smile was so wrong… she was his best friend and so was Tivo. Yes, he loved her as more than a friend and sister, but it was to late.
Her question was now turned towards him. How long had he desired her or was it just a one-time thing? An experiment? No… he knew deep down that it wasn’t the case. He loved her. He had done for some time now.
Before he could even separate his lips and answer her, she started by declaring some secrets, that he never even had a clue about. His heart started to beat so weakly by her words. She had found him attractive ever since the beginning. Something that was lost with all the mess of taking over the patrons.
“It started 3 years ago… for some time I thought I was just lonely, but then I… I realized that I loved you… as more than just a sister and a friend. I started to have these thoughts about you and… Yeah… I just wanted you all to myself…”
He looked into her eyes. It was out. Now she knew. He had poked the bear.

This was crazy. It was more or less the thing you expected to happen in a Hallmark-book, but this just seemed too… Weird. It felt like they had been in a daze for years.
‘’You’re smiling far too much right now, you dingus!’’ she sighed, trying to hide her own smile after the truth had been served; he had felt like that for years. She took another sip of her coffee; feeling his eyes at her before she turned to gain eye-contact with him. ‘’I just can’t get things to add up.. Why? You don’t want kids; you’re gay. Why do you want me? I love you, but you have never wanted of what I can provide. I don’t understand,’’ she said, before she looked down at her coffee once more. She felt lost all of a sudden. What was she to do, when all she had ever known was that he was gay and loved her like a sister or friend. ‘’Wait… What thoughts have you had about me?’’ she then asked, closing her eyes as the only thing she could imagine was a rendition of what had happened last night.