Page 32 of Spiralling Skywards: Fading
“Toast,” she offered with a sad smile.
“Fuck. I don’t know how you can smile about this.”
I wrapped my arms around her, and she buried her face against my chest.
“Why are you here?”
“I’ve missed you. I have to fly to Scotland early tomorrow morning, and I won’t be back till late tomorrow night, so I took some time to spend with you today.”
I could feel her smile against my chest.
“I’d kiss you, but I have upchuck breath.”
“Upchuck breath. That’s a new one.”
“They should bottle it and make teenagers smell it. The girls at least would never go without contraception again if they thought that delightful stench was what they had to look forward to. It’d soon put an end to unprotected teenage sex and unwanted pregnancies.”
“Sarah Delaney, controlling the population boom where the pill and condoms failed.”
She slapped my arse.
“I feel disgusting.”
“You feel fine to me, baby.” I ground my hips into her as I spoke.
“Seriously? You’re gonna go there right now? I have upchuck breath, upchuck hair, and sweaty pits. I heaved so hard that I think I may even have wet myself just a little, and yet you’re still getting hard for me.”
I held on to either side of her face and forced her to look up at me. I kissed each of her eyelids, her nose, and then her mouth.
“You could be covered in upchuck from head to toe, Sarah Delaney, but I will still love you a lottle. You will forever remain my pretty girl, and I will have an eternal hard-on whenever you are near.”
She burst into tears.
***
I ran a bath, added bubbles, and we sat and soaked in the warmth while eating toast and sipping tea.
When the tea, toast, and bubbles were gone, we moved to the sofa. Sarah tucked herself under a throw as I built a fire and put on the first in a line of movies she told me she wanted to watch. That is where we spent the whole afternoon. I worked while Sarah watchedPride and Prejudice,Harry Potter,Matilda,andTrain Spotting. Like most everything else in life, she had the most eclectic taste in film choices, and I loved it.
“What do you think of Hermione for a girl?” she casually asked from where she was curled beside me. She managed to keep down more toast, two more cups of tea, and almost an entire packet of ginger biscuits. The food and the soft glow coming from the fire gave a gorgeous flush to her cheeks that just made me want to fuck her.
“I don’t. Not ever.”
“That’s a no then.”
“That’s a fuck no.”
“Harry?”
“There’ll be a million of them by the time the poor kid gets to school.”
“Myrtle?”
I rolled my eyes and didn’t even bother to answer that one.
“Matilda or Tilly?”
“I like Tilly.”
