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Every sound that escaped Penelope’s mouth was pleasuring Felix’s mind. It was like it itched a spot that just waited for it. He didn’t even notice how she grabbed onto the table, as she entered her orgasm. He did however notice how well she entered it and he believed he could remember what she found amazing. He started to undress as soon as she was done, though he didn’t let her be unoccupied.
Someone shouted in Swedish from another room, but Felix didn’t mind it. He simply continued his work until he was as undressed as possible. His trousers were down at his ankles as he got up. His hands were all over her and pulled her closer, kissing her body back up, fondling her chest for quite a while. He let pulled her up to sit on the edge of the table, and with one hand he made sure that his member was angled correctly before he entered her. No, he didn’t think about protection at all at this point. Honestly, his intoxicated mind believed that he was already wearing protection.

It was one of those moments where you knew that there was something that you needed to remember. But your mind was so muffled even to make thoughts connect to something that made sense. She wanted nothing more than to feel him connect with her, feel how he would push her over the edge repeatedly. She didn’t mind the shouting; it only made her laugh. A laugh that turned into a loud moan as he finally connected them. Her leg found his shoulder, and the other snaked around his hip. Feeling him press her closer to another orgasm, she couldn’t remember when had been the last time she had even been with another person. It had to be her former boyfriend. Nor did she believe that he had ever come close to being this good. This was; groundbreaking.
After a while, she pushed her leg to push him out, using the time to turn around so her chest was pressed against the table’s hard surface. Small words, soft begging, left her for him to continue like this instead.

It was funny how he could feel how she laughed at the shouting as his mouth was connected to her other set of lips. He felt like his whole face was vibrating from her laugh. Funnily pleasurable. When he got up, she was almost as locked onto him. It felt so darn good to feel like they just fitted together like lock and key, almost moved as one. Dirty words were exchanged, some that she wouldn’t be able to understand others that she knew exactly what meant though every word was being quieted down from his breath.
She pushed him out, and it was almost like it sobered him up for a split second, only to see how she turned around. It was like he was immediately hit with a trance that made one hand find her lower back before he managed to connect them again, letting both his hands find her hips as she started to thrust into her. When ever her legs started to give up, he pulled one of the stools over, so she could be kneeling on it so her legs could rest. Standing up like that couldn’t be easy for anyone.

He had no clue when or how, but eventually they ended up in his bed. He was certain there were stains on the floor from human fluids and both beers that had been knocked over. Maybe the vase with flowers had also been shoved down from the table. Even their clothing were left in the living room. He didn’t know what had happened and hadn’t happened. The only thing he knew was that he had had an amazing time and there was no more of him to give. He wasn’t even certain if they had been in one or more positions or how many different entrances that had been included for the act. He laid half on top of her, like a marionette doll that had gotten its strings cut, butt naked and exhausted. Both his right arm and leg was on top of her. His left arm, he used as a pillow, with his hand almost reaching her hair. Had he been caressing her scalp until they had fallen asleep? Might have been. As a wave made the boat cradle, he pulled her closer in his sleep.

It had been so easy to fall asleep when they finally gave each other a chance.
His warmth and soft skin pressed against hers how. He had almost given her a sense of being protected, even if it was only for a night. Sometimes all you needed was just a night to feel like you weren’t alone, even if you had to wake up in the morning and leave.

Her heart was pounding against her chest when she finally woke up. The effects of the drugs were long gone, but the aftermath was hanging in her body like a heavy blanket weighing her down. Squinting her eyes, she noticed that it was getting light outside, meaning – shit.
She would have thrown him off her if it hadn’t been for the fact that he looked so peaceful when she turned her eyes to look at him. A small smile formed on her lips as she quietly and carefully as she could move his head, arms, and legs. Then like she was making no sound at all, she managed to get out of the bed and tiptoe to where her clothes were. A small exhausted sigh left her as she took it in. What a mess. But it didn’t take her long before she found her clothing and started putting it on. She checked the stash to make sure nothing was missing before she made her way off the boat, hopefully getting off without waking – wait, what was his name again? No matter, she wouldn’t need to remember it as this had only been a one-night thing.

Felix slept like a baby and only because he heard how the suitcase was checked, he woke up, noticing she wasn’t by her side. He cursed himself and was quick to get out of bed, grabbing a blanket on the way to wrap around himself, so he didn’t walk around completely naked. He saw how she exited the indoor area and ran after her, only to see her as she was about to use the stairs they had tied the boat next to, so one could get to shore. “Penny! I never got your number!” he called to her. His breathing was quite visible from the quick awakening. He knew it would be much easier to get her number since she was from the area – almost. He had after all another country code.

Her entire body stopped as someone called her name. A silent curse left her lips; of course, he managed to wake up before she was gone.
Putting on a smile, she turned and looked at him, a little taken aback by the fact that he wanted her number. Wasn’t it usually the guy that wanted to just leave in the middle of the night and not take responsibility for their actions.
“So ‘ere’s the deal, this was fan and aw but, unless its ter score from me again, we better not” she licked her lips and took a step down so she could look at him in his eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder her smile became a little softer. “Ya really seem loike a sugar and spice bloke, but ya shouldn’t get involved wif a girl loike me”, she tried to explain; she didn’t have time to be in a relationship, and besides, yesterday wouldn’t be the last time she would run into the police, of that she was sure.

It was almost like everything slowed down as she spoke to him, not only because he had to listen to the thick accent, but also because it felt odd to be told ‘we better not’. He licked his lips with slightly furrowed brows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about ‘with a girl like you’,” he explained and shook his head a little. “Okay well,” he took a quick breath in and let his eyes escape to the steering wheel of the boat. It was a fine cabin and- “Alright, wait a moment,” he told her before he hurried into the cabin and found a card with the number of him and his parents. He was quick to use a pen to strike his parents’ phone numbers and ran back out to her “There. You can call me in a month. I can buy some more from you then, alright?” he said with a soft almost apologetic smile.

There was almost a sadness in her smile as he didn’t understand what she meant. Then he told her to wait, which she did even though there was a small voice in her telling her just to go before he could come back.
But she didn’t, and when he came back, she took the card, letting out a soft chuckle when he told her that she could call him in a month and he would buy some more from her. “Ya’re quite stubborn; I’ll give ya that”, she said softly and shook her head. “If ya ever need a drink or two, I bartend at the chuffin’ Elysium Casino – thank ya for last night, it was –“ she gave him a smirk “’eaven and ‘ell mother’s pearly gate” she leaned in and placed a soft kiss against his cheek “It was perfect” she whispered before she leaned just a little back, enough so she could kiss his lips before she turned around and got off the boat. She needed to find the fastest and cheapest way to get home.  

“Stubborn is my middle name,” he joked, though he had an idea that she might even believe it. After all, Envis could sound like a name in English, couldn’t it? He nodded a little as she offered a drink at the casino. Maybe he could also bring Johan and wreck a couple of machines – and by wreck, he of course thought of emptying them. But who knew, maybe it was a casino for card games? No matter what, he would have to figure out about that at another time because Penelope did indeed seem like someone who was busy. A small smile spread on his lips as she thanked him for the night, but a confused expression ruined it as she started to use some slang that he didn’t quite understand. Mother’s pearly gate? Before he knew of it, he received a kiss on the cheek and he was pulled back to reality, instead of thinking about the slang. It was perfect. He reciprocated the kiss, and just for a simple second, he let his soft hand caress her cheek, knowing that he wanted her to stay – just for morning coffee at least. “Get home safe!” he called after her as she got up the ladder to shore.

It hadn’t taken more than a couple of days before she had realised that there was a chance that he might not have used protection. She had of course, made sure to take an after morning pill, but that didn’t help if the guy had some kind of sexually transmitted disease now did it. And, of course, what did it take? A week or so, she had started to show the symptoms. Then there was the appointment at the doctor, where he had almost made her feel stupid for even being there. A girl like you should have known better. Two days after she had gotten the call that she had the claps. Of course, she did, just her luck too. Then another conversation with a man that made her feel so small, and then to have him tell her that she needed to find all the people with whom she had had sexual intercourse with. For a moment, she had wondered if the tone had been different if she had told the stupid doctor she had been raped. But something told her that he would have sounded just the same.

So now she was standing here by his boat—a couple of quid’s empty. Pills had been helluva expensive. “Felix!” she shouted from the walkway. Her fingers drummed against her thigh as she waited a little impatiently. She really hoped that he didn’t have a girl visiting or something; that would just be all kinds of embarrassing.

Felix had been out buying some local beer for a nice evening with Johan where they could play some games together. He was on his way home from the shop, completely minding his own business, wearing air pods, shorts, and flip-flops. Yes, it was cold, but no, he didn’t want to change for a small trip to the store. Though listening to music, he could hear his name being called and looked up from where he was walking and noticed how a blonde girl was standing by his boat. He stopped for a moment, thinking about if he should go to the park and drink beer by himself, but just as he was about to turn around, he thought through the blondes he had met and walked directly to his boat, “Sup’ Penny,” he greeted, just in time for Johan to show up, and tell Felix to make the girl shut up in Swedish. Felix furrowed his brows and gave him the middle finger. The best friend walked back inside and to his own room. Felix looked towards Penelope and studied her for a second, realizing that she wasn’t here to sell. It could be… Three things. She wanted more of him, had gotten pregnant or had carried something.

She turned and put her hands in her jean’s front pockets. Her lips pressed into a thin line for a moment as she then titled her head. “Nuffin’ much”, she mumbled, even though it was evident in her facial expression that there was something and she wasn’t pleased about being here. But at least she could tell the guy what she needed to say, and then she would be on her way home again. “Ya might wanna get checked, ‘cause seems loike ya gave me a nice case of chlamydia”, she huffed before pulling her hands up and folded in front of her chest.  “So”, she licked her lips and let out a soft sigh. “That was aw, clock ya” she placed her fingers towards her forehead and saluted him before she turned to walk back the way she had come from. “’ave a sugar and spice evenin’ Felix!” she shouted over her shoulder and gave him a wink.

He could clearly see on her body language and facial expression that she wanted to leave as quickly as possible, even though she claimed there was nothing much happening. When she finally opened her mouth and explained what was going on, he blinked a couple of times. No, no. That couldn’t be correct. Everything was spinning around, trying to think back to which lad in which town he could have gotten that from. All of a sudden, she saluted her, which made him blink and shake his head a little confused. Was she leaving? “Hey! Wait!” he said before he ran over towards her. Felix Envis Strömberg, right? “I guess you got a treatment, correct?” he picked up his wallet from his pocket. He was about to ask her if she was on the pill or not, but instead, he just made sure that she was paid more than enough to cover her treatment and whatever else there might have been of inconveniences. “Please, I fucked up, you shouldn't pay for that.”

The first time he had given her money, she had seen it as an easy way to get some cash. Now? It was almost getting assaultive, as if she couldn’t take care of herself. “Stop”, she put up her hands and took a step back, shaking her head on the way. “keep your thumb-suckin’ money; just get yourself treated before ya give it ter someone else”, she hissed at him before turning around and walking towards the bus stop. Who the hell did he think he was? Maybe that was his deal, just paying random chicks to get laid? It would make sense, wouldn’t it, some rich kid believed that he could get away with anything as long as there was money enough. He would have another thing coming when those ran up, and he was left with nothing. Shit, and she had told him it had been a perfect night, and now she regretted it more than anything in her life.

He stopped, only having his wallet in his hands, looking at her as she scolded him. She certainly knew how to turn someone down and rub salt into the wound. He stood completely still and watched how she left. For each step she took, he could almost feel how she stepped on his heart as if each half of his heart was underneath each of her soles. Eventually, he let his eyes find the ground and slowly packed his wallet away. With a hand scratching the neck he turned away and walked back to the boat, not even thinking twice about taking the stairs. He simply jumped down, making his legs stir and the beers cling towards each other. He walked into the living room and placed the beers on the table before he marched into his room, closing the door, and locking it going early to bed. Even though he was in bed so many hours before his usual bedtime, he didn’t fall asleep until the sun started rising. Thoughts filled with questions and comments about how he was an unfair person and didn’t know how to treat people. The next morning, he made sure to call the doctor and got treatment while he tried to trace down who he had been sleeping with and whether or not he could contact them or not.

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