Waking up, in my bed, with Kitten fused to my side, is the definition of perfection. I’m so thankful that we found our way back to each other. We talked last night. She told me every detail of her past week, and I told her mine. Our stories were so intertwined, but so far apart, it was hard to stomach. She told me about talking to Steph, and how she was ready to see me even before my speech at Career Day. I needed to say what I said, so I’m still glad it went down the way it did.
Kitten told me about coming to my home and having Lacy answer the door. She got tears in her eyes when she told me, reliving the feelings it had caused her. And my heart broke all over again. I couldn’t stop apologizing, and she kept telling me it was okay. That’s when we made love again. It wasn’t like the first time, or like the frenzied fuck on the counter. It was long, and slow, and full of promise. It was exactly what love making should be. Now don’t get me wrong, I still plan to fuck her, hard and often—just not every time.
I hear a change in Kitten’s breathing, and I know she’s waking up. She has her head snuggled into my shoulder and her legs intertwined with mine. Her face is makeup free, and her hair is spread wildly across my white pillows. She’s wearing one of my t-shirts. And she’s never looked sexier.
“Good morning, my love.” I whisper it into her hair, before kissing the top of her head.
“Mmmm, good morning.”
“I want nothing more than to stay in bed with you all day, but we need to get going.”
She snuggles her face into my chest. “Huh, why?”
“We need to go clothes shopping.”
“What? No. Jackson it was one pair of tights.”
“And the panties. Those are ruined.”
“Okay fine, you can buy me new panties, you perv.”
I pinch her ass.
“We need to get more than just tights and underwear. You’ll need a full wardrobe here. I don’t want you having to haul clothes back and forth.”
She pops up on an elbow to look at me. And she’s looking at me like I’m a goddamn lunatic. I’m not. And I will be getting my way on this.
She plunks me on the forehead. “Did that last orgasm shake your brain loose? What the hell are you even talking about?”
I smile. She’s just so cute. “When I’m in town, we’re staying together. We can stay here, or we can stay at your house. I don’t care. But when we stay here, I want you to be able to come over and stay. So, we’ll go and pick you up some clothes. A little of everything. And we’ll get your girly shit, so you can shower, and primp, and whatever it is you girls do. I already live out of a suitcase half the time, but if you’ll allow it, I’ll leave a stash of stuff at your house too. I want to be able to land back home after an away game, drive to wherever you are, and climb into bed with you as quickly as possible.”
“Jackson.” She pauses and I can see when she realizes that I’m serious. “That’s crazy though… right?”
I brush a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Crazy has kind of been our thing.”
My Kitten smirks.
Then she pounces.
