Timeless Reunion

Chapter 12- Day trip

Jenn's pov
November 22nd, 2002 8:30 AM

Lounging on the couch with Ben, surrounded by notebooks and pens, we found ourselves knee-deep in Thanksgiving planning.

"So, I was thinking we could start with a classic roast turkey," I suggested, attempting to steer the conversation back to the Thanksgiving plans.

Ben, with a playful twinkle in his eye, responded, "Turkey? How about we spice things up, love? A turkey-shaped ice cream cake could be the star of the show."

I couldn't help but laugh at his flirtatious tone, "Ben, let's be serious about this."

He grinned, "Oh, I'm always serious about impressing you. What if we add a mashed potato sculpture contest? Just imagine the masterpiece I could create."

I rolled my eyes with a smile, "You and your mashed potato artistry. But seriously, let's focus on the main dishes."

I shifted the conversation back to the planning, "Alright, let's compromise. Turkey-shaped ice cream cake for dessert, and classic roast turkey as the main dish."

Ben, leaning in with a more flirtatious smirk, responded, "Deal. Now, about dessert, how about we indulge in some sweet treats? I'm thinking of eating your cookies and licking your cherries."

I raised an eyebrow, playfully pretending to be scandalized, "Ben, keep it PG. We're talking about Thanksgiving desserts here."

He chuckled, "Alright, alright. But seriously, let's add some decadent desserts to our menu, something that will make everyone crave seconds."

Ben, smoothly changing the subject, grinned, "since we are speaking of sweet moments, can we talk about last night? You were cuddling up to me, and, uh, apparently, I was your human pillow. Oh, and you were touching me in your sleep. Any dreams you want to share, love?"

I couldn't help but blush at his playful recounting of our night, "Oh, really? I must have been having some interesting dreams."

He chuckled, "Alright, back to turkey and desserts. But don't think I forgot about those sleep-touching secrets of yours." His flirty tone lingered, turning our Thanksgiving planning into a delightful blend of sweet and spicy moments.

"Well.. if you really wanna know... I had a dream that... You told me how beautiful and sexy I looked... and then you reached down between my legs and began to touch me. It felt so good, like fireworks exploding inside my core with every sweep of your finger. I arched my back and moaned at the intense pleasure you gave me -- pure bliss!" I said and blushed.

"Let's recreate it..." ben smirked.

I laugh softly, shaking my head at him. "Believe me, I'm not opposed to that," I say with a smirk, leaning into him slightly. "But I'm just not in the mood right now. Remember last night?"

His face flushes red as he looks away sheepishly. "Yeah, I remember," he mutters under his breath, clearing his throat awkwardly. "We fucked the shit out of each other, didn't we?" I can't help but giggle at his blunt honesty.

"Well," I continue, "let's just say I think my body might need some time to recover from that." I said as I got up slowly and rubbed my very pregnant belly.  I walked to the kitchen and Ben followed.

I feel Ben's strong arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me close. "You know you're everything I've ever wanted," he murmurs softly into my ear. "And I promise you, no matter what happens, I'll always be here for us." His words send shivers down my spine, chilling me to the bone.

We stand there in silence for a moment, both of us lost in our own thoughts and emotions. Finally, he leans forward and kisses the side of my neck gently. As his lips graze against my skin, I can't help but melt into him - this man who has loved me unconditionally throughout it all.