𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞; eugene roe ✔

PART THIRTY ONE

Word count; 2,147

Valentina

He kissed my ribs. Every single one. He circled around my torso. Then down one arm. Then down the other. My palm was clasped over my mouth, hiding the giggles he attracted out of me. Each time his lips collided with my skin, he'd look up at me or mumble something, a simple nothing that he didn't want to be truly heard. When he finally returned to my lips - after my nose, cheekbones, ears and forehead - he hesitated.

"I've missed this so much," He said, his accent more attractive now than it ever had been.

Drawing my hand away, I giggled, and his finger dropped to my lips.

"Finding something funny, Fritz?"

Not funny, Gene, funny couldn't even describe it. Nevertheless, the laugh poured out of my mouth. So he grabbed my cheeks - his favourite thing to do, I realised - and hushed me with his lips. I could still feel him in me, the same motion, the remnants he left behind.

"Do you not have somewhere to be?" I whispered.

"I can think of many places." He caressed my hamstring.

"God, Gene, how am I supposed to leave if you keep doing that?"

"You want to leave?"

I bit my lip, "Not until you do that again."

I slid into my dress, glimpsing around the room and reflecting on the fact that we just made love in a stranger's house, more so a stranger's bedroom. I had the priviledge of exploring many houses and buildings due to my occupation but, for some reason, never had the capability of coming this far.

Eugene and I showered together. I was surprised the water even lasted that long, considering how scalding it was at some points and freezing at others. All the while, he would be hugging me, not wanting to let go, trying not to wash off each other.

"I really do not want to leave." He was leaning against the doorframe, fully dressed.

I regarded him, sitting down on the edge of the bed that he had remade as soon as we were done with it. His hand came into my view, almost saying allow me on its own. I passed him my stocking and, like instinct, he glided it over my leg.

"For someone who hasn't done this in a while, you seem to know what you're doing."

He pecked at the hem of my stocking, folding my skirt over it. When he stood up, he realised I was observing him.

"Does that bother you?"

"No," I blushed.

"Are you sure, darlin'?" He crossed his arms with a grin. "I can be a lot meaner if you want me to."

I couldn't help but smile; as if the Gene who hovered in front of me could be mean.

"What is it?" He narrated.

"You called me darling."

"That a problem?"

Something about his accent propelled a shiver across my body, like I'd never registered it properly before. 

"And if it is?" I raised, walking my arms around his waist.

"You do not want to tease me, Fritz. I am already stopping myself from tossing you onto that bed over there."

I kissed his collarbone swiftly, "How very unfortunate,"

"You know when you said my name," His hands tickled at my sides briefly. "When you came. That was one of the most sexiest, goddamn things I've ever heard."