"I don't mean it in a bad way." He paused unsure what kind of analogy would work that wouldn't get him in trouble.
"Kind of like whipped cream and a wire whisk. The whisk does all the moving around, but the cream takes the beating."
Colby chuckled. "Yeah." He closed his eyes, giving her a little kiss. "Oooh, whipped cream. I could have fun with that."
"I'm not licking it off your dangling bits, Thatcher."
"I was thinking more of licking it off yours." Winking, he walked to the shower, starting the hot water.
They had a quick shower, set their alarms and went to bed, snuggled together with her head on his chest. Colby found he quite liked having Avery use him as a pillow. It was comforting, emotionally healing. He hadn't the hurt in his life that she did, but he had his own demons. Having Avery made his insecurities and fears recede. With a smile on his lips, he fell asleep.
His alarm went off first. He had a longer drive from Avery's apartment to his job. Not that he minded, because there was less traffic in this area of town. He regretted the fact that he didn't have time to make love to her before starting his day, but he wasn't entirely sure how she'd feel about morning sex when she had to get ready for work. He'd broach it with her later. For now, he needed a quick shower, some coffee. His boss could be counted on to have donuts or pastries, so he wouldn't starve. Coffee was tantamount.
He showered quickly, leaving his hair dry. He'd washed it the night before and didn't want to go out in the cold with it wet. Towel around his waist, he wandered into the bedroom. Avery's alarm went off and she woke, stretching. The towel tented over his groin and he sighed softly, watching her breasts move under her nightshirt.
"Holster the lethal weapon, Thatcher. I can't even look at a dick today."
"Do my best, ma'am," he said, saluting. His groin refused to cooperate.
Avery stumbled to the bathroom and he heard the shower start. "Oh, fuck socks," she cursed. "Well, we won't be celebrating later today," she called from the shower. "What's the date?"
"Twenty-second."
The happy dance in his pants stopped suddenly. Avery's period started on the twenty-second. Regular as clockwork. He didn't know about other women, but she never missed a beat.
"I hear it helps with cramps," he called back.
"No shit, really? It's messy...."
"I don't care about messy. If it will help you, we'll try it later. I know how it gets, babe."
She lived on Midol and heating pads for the first day or two.
"At least I just have to go pick stuff up, I don't have to stay."
"I'll come home for lunch," Colby offered.
"For real?" Her head popped around the door. "You'd do that for me?"
"I would do anything for you."
"Even potentially yucky, bloody sex?"
Colby inhaled sharply, not particularly liking the prospect when voiced that way. "Even that."
"I love you, Colby!"
"I love you too, Ave."
"How much time do you have before you'll be late?"
He glanced at the wall clock. "I can leave in forty minutes if I take coffee to go."
She pushed the door open. He stripped quickly.
"Won't be as messy in the shower," she said with an arched eyebrow.
Colby hadn't ever had sex in the shower before, but he figured it out. Avery seemed to enjoy it. She had a point, it wasn't messy at all, in the shower. Running horribly late, he dashed out of the apartment without his coffee, because he didn't have time for it to brew. Fortunately, he hit all green lights and was only a couple minutes late. His boss, Jonas, was setting up the pot. No one else was there. Colby dashed in, worried he'd be in trouble.
"You okay, Colbster?" Jonas asked.
"Yeah. I thought I'd be late. Where's everyone else?"
Jonas laughed, glancing at the clock. "Late. You're fine. How often have you been late, in the last four years?"
"Twice, counting today."
Jonas shrugged, saluting Colby with the empty carafe before he started the pot. "You look extra peppy today. Good weekend?"
"The best." Colby couldn't control the happy grin that spread across his face. He didn't want to say too much, because Jonas knew Avery, but he was too happy to control himself completely.
"Has this anything to do with that hot, little redhead?" Jonas was just over 30, and happily married. He called Avery the hot redhead, because he couldn't remember her name.
"Yep! Absolutely everything!"
"You finally admitted you love her madly, and made passionate love all weekend," Jonas declared.
"How'd you know?"
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