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"Babe?" Dennis calls from outside of your apartment, "can I get a little help -?"
You set down your book, "yeah, hold on!" You call, making your way over to open the door. "It's unlocked," you laugh.
"I just - my hands are full," he grunts, and your mouth drops open when you notice the flowers he's holding.
"Who are these for?"
"They're for you," he huffs, shifting the bags in his arms so he can give you a kiss.
"Oh -" you flush, "no one's ever gotten me flowers -"
"I wasn't sure what your favourite flower is, so I just, uh, got one of everything?"
You take the bouquet from his hands, staring down at the colourful array of blooms - pink gerberas and spray roses, orange ranunculus, white azaleas, and lilies with mini daisies, and you bite the inside of your cheek as the warm cut of tears burn the back of your eyes.
"Oh -" Dennis grunts as you collide into him, wrapping your arm around his waist as you tuck your face against his neck. "Shit, are you crying?"
"Sorry," you mumble, "I just had a really long day, and I meant to clean up," you take a deep breath, "these are perfect, thank you."
Dennis frowns, "was Brooke being a dick, again?"
You snort, "Brooke's always being a dick, but no. I, um, filed something incorrectly -" in the end, it had been an easy fix, but you'd felt so stupid, and your bad bitch with brain fog sticker stared up at you, tauntingly.
"If it makes you feel better, I got thrown up on today."
You bite back a laugh, "weirdly, it does," you tease, reaching up to take Dennis's face in your hands, so you can kiss him.
He sighs against your mouth, dropping the bags he's holding so he can pull you against him, and you hum as he cards his fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck, before he deepens the kiss.
"God, I missed you so much," he murmurs, when he finally breaks the kiss, and you swallow, and when he moves to pick up the grocery bags he'd abandoned on the floor, you catch his hand.
"I missed you too," you grin, setting the flowers down on the table. "Can I show you?"
"I - what?" He mumbles, and you watch colour flush his cheeks.
"No, not that, I made a collage of our pictures."
"Right -"
Dennis had been a perfect gentleman since that morning in his bedroom two weeks ago (not that you were keeping count).
He was always touching you - fingers tangled in your hair while you watched trashy tv, his hand around your waist as you walked to the coffee shop, kissing you every chance he got - but it never went further ... At least in person.
You lead him over to your desk, where you'd put up a corkboard, and you'd spent the better part of an hour tacking up different pictures you'd printed of the two of you, along with different items from your dates - the coffee sleeve from breakfast that morning, the ticket stubs from the evening showing of Obsession that you never got to use - thanks to a particularly rough flare up, and you even had your hospital wrist band with the bookmark Passionate Pages had included in their gift bag.
"Wow," Dennis murmurs, rocking forward on his feet, "this is ... Incredible."
You blush happily, "it's not too much? I know we haven't been dating long but -"
Dennis interrupts you with a kiss, "it's perfect." He watches you for a minute.
"What?"
"I'm sorry that your day was shit, but ... Maybe I could make it up to you?" You glance at the grocery bags that sit by your kitchen table, "can I go down on you?"
You choke on your own saliva, coughing as Dennis rubs the back of his neck.
"Shit - sorry, I -"
"No," you shake your head, "that's not a 'no', you just surprised me."
He laughs, "I just ... After you sent that picture the other night, it's all I've been thinking about."
It's been three days since you've seen each other, and you blink awake when your phone buzzes.
ᴴᴱʸ ᴮᴬᴮᴱ, ᴵ ᴶᵁˢᵀ ᴳᴼᵀ ᴴᴼᴹᴱ
ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴏʀᴋ?
ᴬᴺ ᴬᴮˢᴼᴸᵁᵀᴱ ˢᴴᴵᵀ ˢᴴᴼᵂ.
ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᴬᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ᴰᴼᴵᴺᴳ?
You sent a gif of a sleepy cat, and Dennis's reply is immediate:
ᶠᵁᶜᴷ, ᴵ'ᴹ ˢᴼᴿᴿʸ
ɪᴛ's ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ɪ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ
ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴬᴺ ˢᴱᴿⱽᴵᶜᴱ ᵂᴵᵀᴴᴼᵁᵀ ᴹᴱ?
You laughed, tucking your hair behind your ears.
ɴᴏᴘᴇ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴅ
Suddenly an idea comes to you, and you quickly open your camera, taking a picture of your legs tangled in your sheets.
Dennis hearts it and you frown.
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?
ᴵᴺ ᴹʸ ᴿᴼᴼᴹ
ᴄᴀɴ ɪ sᴇᴇ?
The ellipses dance for a moment before Dennis sends you a picture of his view from his bed and you drop your face into your hand.
ᴏғ, ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴏʙᴇʀ
You bite your lip, and Dennis sends another picture - this time it's a selfie, and he's shirtless and you swallow, laying down, and it takes a few tries to get a mostly full body picture - of your thin little cropped camisole and your panties with the little red heart on the front.
ˢᴴᴵᵀ, ᴮᴬᴮᴱ. ʸᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴷᴵᴸᴸᴵᴺᴳ ᴹᴱ - ᴵ ᵂᴵˢᴴ ᴵ ᵂᴬˢ ᵀᴴᴱᴿᴱ
You bite your lip, taking a shaky breath.
ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ?
ᵀᴼᵁᶜᴴᴵᴺᴳ ʸᴼᵁ
ᴏʜ ʏᴇᴀʜ? ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ?
Dennis takes so long to reply that you're certain he's fallen asleep.
ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴹʸ ᴴᴱᴬᴰ ᴮᴱᵀᵂᴱᴱᴺ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴸᴱᴳˢ
Your scalp prickles as you blush, nipples tightening under your camisole, and this time you slide your hand into your underwear before snapping a picture.
ᶠᵁᶜᴷ - ᴬᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴱᵀ?
Your fingers slip lower.
ʏᴇs
He sends you a bunch of random letters which makes you think he dropped his phone.
ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ?
You whimper as he sends you a short, somewhat blurry video, and wetness spills over your fingers as you watch him pumping his hand, and the breathy little moan he makes, makes something deep inside of you clench, and you jump when your phone buzzes in your hand.
"Fuck baby," Dennis grunts, "let me hear you -"
You whimper, letting your head fall back against your pillow.
"I wish you were the one touching me," you pant.
"Me too - mhm - fuck -"
"I want you s-so much -" you whine, grinding against your hand.
"I-I had a dream about you last night -" Dennis admits, and you flush at the sound of him steadily working his hand, "I was half hard all morning just thinking about it -"
"Oh fuck," you whine, "that's gonna make me come -"
"S-shit, yes - I'm so fucking close -"
Your eyes roll back in your head as you push two fingers into your slick heat.
"M-my fingers aren't enough," you say, between gritted teeth, "I need you inside me -"
Dennis moans your name, "fuck - y-yes -" he manages, before he comes with a strangled cry and it's enough to send you over the edge, and you cry out as your pussy clenches around your fingers.
"Are you still there?" Dennis whispers.
"Yes," you reply, burying your face against your pillow, "oh my god."
"Can I see you on Friday?"
"Yes - please -"
Dennis's laugh, "okay. I'll text you when I get up."
"Okay."
"Night."
"Goodnight."
You bite your lip as Dennis turns you so he can guide you into your bedroom, and you're flush at the state it's in.
"Sorry -"
Dennis leans forward to slant his mouth over yours, "don't be." He glances at your unmade bed, "can we lay down?"
You nod your head, dropping onto the bed as the back of your knees hit the mattress.
"God," Dennis grunts, running his hands up your bare legs, "you're so fucking sexy -"
You blush, letting your legs fall open as he settles between them, and although you're wearing a ratty pair of old work out shorts, Dennis is staring at you, pupils so blown, with a look that is so ardent it makes you ache.
You look down at him, pushing your fingers through his hair as he bends down to kiss the inside of your knee, glancing up at you as he hooks his fingers into the waist of your shorts, and you nod - lifting your hips so he can tug them down your legs.
Had you know this was going to happen, you would have worn something cuter than the pair of plain grey boy shorts, and Dennis's eyes drop between your legs and you gasp as he wraps his arms around your thighs, so he can haul you against him, and you let out a breathy laugh as he nuzzles your inner thigh.
"Sorry," you reach up to grab your pillow, "that tickles - oh!" You gasp as he slips his hand between your legs, and you buck your hips as he strokes your clothed vulva, glancing up at you before leaning in to finally close his mouth over you.
"Oh god!" You cry, and the drag of his tongue, and your soaked underwear, makes warmth flood between your legs, "Dennis - p-please -"
"Tell me what you need."
"Your mouth -"
"Fuck," Dennis grunts against you, and you don't miss the way he ruts forward against the mattress, and he pulls back, to tug your underwear down your legs, dropping them onto the floor.
"I wish you could see yourself, spread out like this for me -"
"Mhm," you moan, canting your hips and Dennis plants a hand against your stomach, pinning you in place as he laves at your clit and you plant your feet, so you can grind against his face.
"Fuck -" Dennis mutters against you, bed jerking with each thrust of his hips and to know that he's getting as much pleasure from this as you are makes your pussy pulse.
"Shit - Dennis - I'm so close -"
Dennis reaches up, teasing your entrance with his two middle fingers before he pushes them inside, and you cry out his name as you come.
Dennis doesn't stop, working you through your orgasm and the sound of his fingers working you open fills the room and your vision goes white as your second climax wracks through you.
When you finally come back to yourself, Dennis is laying down next to you, glancing at you as he frantically pumps his wrist, and you roll over, covering his hand with yours and his stomach muscles jump as his cum spurts over your fingers.
"Sorry - I c-couldn't wait -"
"Shh," you whisper, leaning in to kiss him, "it's okay."
"That was so hot," Dennis mutters, sounding dazed, "better than anything I've imagined."
You quirk your head, "have you thought about it a lot?"
He flushes, nodding his head, as you reach for the pack of wet wipes on your nightstand.
"Why didn't -"
"I didn't want to pressure you -" you snort a laugh, "I didn't know if sex was on the table - if you even wanted to -" he mutters, carefully cleaning off your hand.
"I want to, I want you."
"Yeah?"
You press your hand against his shoulder, shoving him down so you can straddle his lap.
"Yes."
"N-noted," Dennis nods, pressing a kiss to your mouth. "Now, are you hungry?"
You nod, dropping the wet wipes into your garbage can.
"I could eat."
Dennis presses kiss to your shoulder as he bends down to grab your shorts.
"You rest, I've got what I need."
It's only when he leaves the room that you bite your lip, kicking your feet, wondering how you got so damn lucky.
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