Eternal Sunshine

Goodnight N Go

The moon is setting over the Pacific when Ariana wakes up. Elon is beside her, his arm resting on top of her thigh. His breathing is slow and deep. She carefully extricates herself as she gets out of bed. As she stands a shock runs throughout her body.

Wow, she is sore. A lingering reminder of him. Gingerly, she makes her way to the bathroom, fully aware that she is literally walking from side to side. Mental praise to her younger self for embracing her sexual empowerment and liberation. Preparing her for this moment.

As Ariana waddles she feels cum running down her legs. Fuck. So much cum. Vaguely she wonders how long it's been since she had her IUD placed. Oh fuck no. She really doesn't need to give him his 11th or 12th or whatever number child he is up to now.

She made it to the bathroom and found a washcloth to clean up her legs. She used the restroom and washed her hands before checking herself in the mirror. A well-fucked woman. It is an accurate description. She smooths her tousled hair and washes her face.

Hobbling over to the bed, Ariana checks her phone on the bedside table. So many missed calls and messages. Too many to count, and they can all wait. The media storm had certainly been effective. She glances at the time. Almost 4am. Time to go. As mind blowing as the sex was, she is afraid of getting too domesticated. It's bad enough they get along so well. It was supposed to be a simple affair. Hit it and quit it.

But fuck the sex had been so good! Even now, with her pussy sore she wants more. So addicting. All she wants is him on top of her again. Well, hopefully they could meet up at a later date. Perhaps arrange a 'friends with benefits' situation. Regardless, she can't stay. Doesn't want to allow her heart any more opportunities to change her mind.

Just as Ariana is turning to get her clothes and head out, she hears his voice, still gravely from sleep.

"Ari. Don't go. Please."

She turns and sees Elon reaching out to her. She would have kept going, but his eyes stop her. He just looks so vulnerable. Why does he have to look at her that way? Did he know what it does to her heart? That pull. Like the moon calling the tide.

Elon's voice is barely a whisper as he repeats, "Please."

She could still go. The ultimate power play. That's what she had been planning all along. So why can't she bring herself to walk out? You need to leave. Just say goodnight and go. He's not your boyfriend. He's just an expensive plaything. And this is temporary. A fling. That's all it is, right? That's all it was supposed to be. So simple. And then he had to go and make it complicated.

Ariana wavers, torn between following her mind, but wanting to follow her heart. Why did he have to be so cute? She wasn't supposed to fall for him. Shouldn't feel that pull. She thought that she could ignore the growing attraction, but he made it impossible. She thought about how he looked at her. How he held her. All that money, all that power, and he wants you. How can any other man compare? They can't.

Fuck.

Ariana crawls back in bed and snuggles up against Elon. She hears his breath escape in a sigh. He curls around her, holding her to his chest like a bandage over his heart. As her head presses to him she can hear his heartbeat. Slowing to a calm, happy rhythm.

For a long time she lay wrapped in his embrace. Eventually, she shifts to lay side by side, her head resting on the pillow beside his. The moonlight is low but she can tell his eyes are wet. She feels a twinge in her heart. Her unruly heart. Oh no. She is in deep now.

Elon's hair is tousled from sleep, and Ariana only makes it worse by running her nails through it. Gently massaging his scalp until he closes his eyes and a small smile forms on his lips. She loves his smile. How it lightens up his face, allowing the boy inside to shine through. She can't imagine the stress that he carries. The sacrifices he has made throughout his life. She can't take it away, but she can help him escape, if only for tonight.