Page 118 of Storm in a Teacup
“Okay, hand off my tit. Ben.”
“What’s wrong, sugar?” I mumble.
“Do we know how to be a normal couple?” she asks.
“I think we did some very normal couple things tonight,” I reply.
“Not sex. I mean, our whole relationship so far has been defined by the excitement of our so-called fake dating. And we started off by going to all these big events. A weekend trip to London, a rehearsal dinner, a wedding. Do we know how to do normal things? Will we not mesh in daily life?”
I roll onto my back, eyes finally opening to her dark bedroom. I reach across her to turn on her lamp. Oscar Wilde picks up his head from the end of the bed, one eye open, giving me a very disgruntled glare before settling back down and closing his eye.
“Might I remind you,” I start, “that we have already done a million normal couple things. We celebrated my birthday with my friends and family. We’ve hung out at pubs, eaten supper, and drank coffee together. I’m sure there’s more that I’ll think of when the sun comes out.”
She shoots back, “But we’ve never sat down and watched TV or a movie together. I’m not sure we’ve really talked about TV or movies. What if we don’t like the same kinds of things?”
I rub my eyes with the heels of my palms. “My interests are not narrow enough to not have a single media preference in common with you.” I throw the sheets off my legs and get out of bed, finding my pants and pulling them on. I then retrieve my glasses from the nightstand. “Come on. Out to the living room. Let’s watch telly.”
She huffs a sigh. “I didn’t mean I wanted to watch TV right now.”
I leave the bedroom anyway, finding my way to her living room and her plush couch. I pick up the remote to flip on the telly. She joins me a few moments later, partially dressed, glasses on, and carrying a blanket. She sits down on the couch with me,settling into my side as my arm automatically wraps around her.
“What aboutTaskmaster?” I suggest.
“I likeTaskmaster,” she grumbles.
“See, we like the same things.” As I click play on an episode, I squeeze my arm around her and kiss her on the temple. “We know how to be a normal couple, Lin. We have the most important things going for us: One, we love each other. Two, we get along incredibly. Three, we have great sex. Four, we have similar interests, and even where we don’t, we are willing to learn. Five, I’m pretty sure we have similar life goals. Right?”
“Yeah,” she confirms quietly. “Okay, you win.”
“I’m not trying to win, sugar. But I am proving a point.”
She snuggles into me. “Point proven.”
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After a week of living in our own little bubble, Linny and I are walking hand in hand from a park where we were taking a stroll when we run into Isla coming from the opposite direction.
“Hey!” she yells with a big wave, like I didn’t see her only four hours ago, then turns on me with an aggression. “I’ve been texting you. Game night tonight at Rachel’s. Come on.”
My nose wrinkles. I was rather looking forward to getting Linny back to my flat and bent over my counter, but Linny squeezes my hand. “Game night sounds fun.”
I sigh dramatically but smile. “Fine. Who’s bringing snacks? I can bring dessert.”
Isla points a hostile finger at me. “You’ve an hour, so don’t go all out. And don’t you be stealing supplies from the café.”
I hold my hand up in defense. “I wouldnever.”
“He would,” Linny counters. “But he won’t.”
I squeeze her hand and say, “You’re supposed to be on my side, you know.”
There’s a glimmer in her eyes. “Future reference, I guess.”
We part ways, finding our way to my flat so I can make something easy—simple biscuits.
As they’re baking, I do manage to bend my girlfriend over the counter. We don’t have an abundance of time, so I enter and thrust quickly while my hand works her clit. She comes with a sexy, sharp intake of breath, and I release myself with her. The timer still has not gone off, so I drop to my knees, mouth finding her wet cunt.
“Ben,” she moans, heels lifting from the ground.
