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Slow	By : IrkSplee Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 1499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Slow
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I hadn't seen him in over a week.
I suppose that's not quite accurate; he'd been home as always. But while I'd seen him around the apartment, he wasn't truly there. It wasn't the first time I saw him like this, and sadly, I'm sure it won't be the last. Even with his body present, he spent so much time spaced out, not moving or speaking much. I wasn't sure if someone else was fronting, or if Mike himself had shut down. Either way, he wasn't in much of a position to tell me what was going on. Even the more assertive alters never showed themselves. All I saw was Mike going through the motions of life without any sense of feeling or awareness. I did my best to reassure him with words and touches, but nothing seemed to get through. He always tells me that when I care for him in those states, it means a lot to him because it gives him something to look back on while he's in his recovery period, but I wish I had some way of telling in the moment that my actions make a difference.
I don't blame him a bit for this. I know it's not his fault. But sometimes, I get so upset at the demons in his mind, at the people in his past who did this to him... I wish he wouldn't fade away from me like this, not for my sake, but for his...
But tonight, he seemed to come out of his shell somewhat. I still saw no change in his expression, but as I removed my clothes for the day and went to put on my pajamas, I heard the first full sentences from him in a while.
“Could you leave it off? I wanna feel you against me tonight.”
Things then progressed until he spooned me, both of us naked. A heavy blanket covered both of us, but he was still the warmest thing in the room. I breathed softly as his large hands gently massaged my breasts, his body pressed against my back. Unlike usual, this action didn't ignite my lust; I desired nothing more than resting here in his affection. I could have happily closed my eyes and drifted off to his touch... I gasped as his fingertips brushed against my nipples, but then relaxed again as they returned to the surrounding flesh.
“Zoey...” he whispered, his breath tickling behind my ear. “I know it's been a while since I've touched you like this... I'm sorry I've been gone...”
“It's okay,” I assured him as I reached up to rest my hands on his. “I just want to know you're all right.”
“If you're with me, I might be.” He kissed me behind my ear, his hands still moving against my chest. “I've missed you so much...” His long fingers gently traveled against my skin as one hand slid down. I followed him with my own hand laid upon his, not controlling his actions, only curious about where he was going. His fingertips grazed my stomach, taking a moment to circle around my belly button, before traveling up to my hip. “I wanna be with you again...” My breaths picked up as his touches moved to my sensitive thighs, brushing against me before pressing his palm behind my knee. “Can I make love to you?” he asked, his voice still low, seductive without meaning to be. Those words always warmed my blood, no matter what tone he said them in.
“If you want to, then of course,” I said. “Not if you're not ready, but if you are... I've missed you, too...”
“I'm ready.” He cupped his hand around the back of my knee and lifted my leg up, then slid forward, rubbing his member between my legs without penetrating me. “It's been so lonely inside my head... now that I'm here with you again... I want you...”
I reached down and wrapped my hand around his member, already stiff without my encouragement. I gave it a few strokes, drawing soft moans out of his throat, and then steered it to my opening. Once I had his tip in place, he pushed forward, parting my lips with his head. “Mike...” I whispered. The sensation wasn't all that intense, lacking the buildup he usually gave me with his fingers or tongue, but it didn't need to be anything more than it was. Just feeling him was enough.
He slowly pushed forward, not yet thrusting, only focused on filling me deeper. Even after his waist hit my own, he kept pressing, grinding his waist against my rear. He removed his hand from my leg and moved it back up to my breast, both hands rubbing my chest without squeezing. I lowered my leg to squeeze him tighter inside me, and he finally began thrusting. He remained slow, not pulling out much before pushing back down to his hilt, but I still savored every movement that told me he was here with me. I rocked my waist back against him once, but he immediately responded by hooking his hand in front of me, between my thigh and waist, and holding me still.
“Don't move,” he said. “Please, just relax. Let me do this for you...” He held me there for a few more thrusts, then moved his hand back up to my chest. It felt strange at first, making him do all the work for both of our pleasure... I remained still, doing nothing more than relaxing in his protective embrace and allowing him to make love to me.
I think that's all he needed.
His fingertips became more focused on my nipples, circling and brushing them, making them peak beneath his touch. He latched his mouth onto my shoulder and sucked my skin, leaving a cool, wet spot, before breathing on it to warm it up again. I moaned softly every time his waist pressed against me. Nothing mandated that I remain quiet; we lived alone now. I could have screamed at the top of my lungs, calling the filthiest of encouragement, without anyone around to care. But the situation didn't demand a lot of production. Instead, I closed my eyes and savored him, occasionally whispering his name whenever his thrust found the exact spot I needed. He sometimes whispered my own name, not with any pattern I could detect, before following it up with a kiss to my shoulder, my neck, my ear, my cheek, wherever his mouth found first. When he didn't speak my name, the only word he ever said in that moment, I heard his gentle groans, devoid of the wild passion he sometimes displayed, but no less full of his affection and pleasure. As his mouth fixated on my earlobe, gently sucking on it and tugging it with his lips, his hand traveled down my body once more. It took its same detour at my stomach, stroking me even longer, before diving down through the brown curls above my slit. He pressed directly in the middle of the patch, right above my clit, and rubbed circles in the same slow rhythm as his affection to my breast and his smooth, deep thrusts. The indirect stimulation suited me much better in that moment than touching my clit directly would have, creating gentle ripples of sensation rather than overwhelming waves. “Yes...” I whispered. “Mike, yes, right there...”
“You like it like this?” he asked, his mouth still right by my ear.
I was about to tell him yes, of course I did, but something didn't seem right. What could I be missing? How could anything be wrong when I had him holding and loving me like this?
Of course... laying still didn't suit me... I had to care for him somehow...
“Can I hold you?” I asked. “I think I'd feel better that way.”
“That does sound nice.” He pressed deep one last time, then withdrew from me entirely. I rolled over to see his face. He didn't smile enough to show his teeth like he usually did, but his mouth's subtle curve still told me more than it had in days. Due to the blanket covering us, I couldn't see anything below his neck, but I had no desire to. Nothing could make me happier than that smile, that sign that maybe he really would be okay this time. I cuddled up to him and gently kissed his mouth, going no further than a gentle pressure, no licking or sucking involved. He returned the kiss with the same gentleness as he wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me closer. We remained that way for a while, our hands exploring each others' backs.
“Do you wanna keep going?” he asked during a break in our kiss. “Or would you rather stay like this?”
“I still want you,” I said.
“Good... it's been too long, I can't stop here...”
I kissed him once more, then slid down so my waist was even with his. I looked up at him and smiled as I draped my leg over his hip and pressed my waist against his. “I can't, either.” I reached down and took his member in my hand once more. I stroked it a bit, moving faster than last time with the aid of my juices, then pressed my opening against him. “I need you, Mike...” I whispered as I pressed down him once more. “I'll always need you...” I pushed down to his base, then rested my forehead against his shoulder and sighed. “I don't wanna lose you like that again...”
“And I don't wanna leave like that again.” He cupped both of his hands under my butt, holding me steady, as he thrust in and out of me again. He kept his same pace, light and steady, never putting much strength into his movements. He alternated between pulling out to his tip before slowly pushing back in, giving light thrusts that barely removed him from me, or not changing depth at all, instead choosing to grind his hips against mine. All the while, he squeezed and massaged my butt the same way he did with my breasts before. “Soft...” he murmured as he leaned his head against mine. “Everything about you is so soft...”
I hummed in approval as I dug my fingertips against his shoulder blades. He gasped sharply, then let out a long, low exhale.
“Please keep doing that...”
I followed his request, rubbing the backs of his shoulders in tune with his thrusts. His groans became heavier, but did nothing to match his usual exertion. As we touched each other, I closed my eyes and relaxed, my fingers moving more by reflex than intention. My emotions took over in front of my perception, and a sudden bolt of emotion jolted through me. Even as my lips curved into a smile, the corners of my eyes stung as the bolt contradicted itself.
I had him back. Mike was back with me. But for how long? How could I stop this from ever happening to him again?
No, don't think about that! Think about now... he's here with me now... I need to be here for him, I need to show him how much I missed him...
I panted as my mind rushed, with joy and sadness and comfort and fear and arousal. Desperate to distract myself from anything that wasn't Mike, I clung even tighter to him, as if he'd fade into mist if I ever let go. I'd be all right... as long as I had his touch, I'd make it through this, and I could help him through this, too...
God, he felt so warm... no matter how cold the night got, as long as I had him so close, I'd always feel so warm and safe...
“Oh, Zoey,” he gasped, along with a harder thrust; hard compared to the pace he'd established, anyway. I recognized those groans, the way his body shivered, the way his hands clutched me tighter...
“Are you close?” I asked.
“Yes... so close...” he panted.
“Go on,” I encouraged him. “If I'm making you feel good, please show me.” I peppered the side of his neck with kiss after kiss, and that threw him over. He squeezed my butt and pulled me as close as he could, pressing hard as if no amount of closeness would ever be enough.
“Zoey, Zoey, Zoey, Zoey!” he gasped as he throbbed deep inside me. I enveloped him entirely as his hot release shot deep inside me. We trembled against each other, gripping each other tightly, until with a final twitch, he softened and slipped out of me. Even though we finished, we remained holding each other for a while longer. Why would I ever let him go? I wanted to fall asleep just like this... especially when a doubtful part of my mind suggested that if I fell asleep without holding him tight, he may not be there in the morning.
He ran his hands up to my back and stroked, no longer squeezing me but still shielding me with his strong arms. I backed up so I could take another look at him. He still smiled, but his eyes shimmered as tears formed in their corners.
“Thank you...” he said. “Zoey, I...” The floodgate broke and he choked, but he kept smiling through it. “Zoey, I can't thank you enough...” He held my face in both of my hands and kissed me all over, even on my eyes once I closed them. He got my face wet with tears he hadn't shed for as long as he hadn't smiled, but his kisses warmed me so much that I didn't even mind. “You're so amazing...” he continued as he leaned his forehead against mine. “I don't know what I did to deserve to meet someone like you, but whatever it was... thank you so much...”
“I'm glad that felt so good for you,” I said, brushing a tear off his cheek with my thumb. “It felt nice for me, too.”
“It's not just about sex,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ear before running his hand down to rub the back of my neck. “It's about everything. These past two weeks, I've been difficult, I know I have... it's not even the first time I've gotten like this... but you never gave up on me... and I know once I'm fully over this, you'll still be here with me to keep making me happy... you're my best friend in the world... thanks for everything you do for me. Thanks for listening, thanks for caring for me... and thanks for doing this for me. I know it wasn't exciting, but I did all I could handle...”
“It didn't need to be exciting,” I assured him. “Sometimes, just relaxing in your arms can feel so good.”
“Yeah... it really can.” He placed a final kiss on my mouth, then moved to roll over. “I'd like to do that right now. Spoon me?”
I let go of him so he could roll over. Once he rolled, I cuddled up to him immediately; the five seconds without touching him were too much for me, and I needed to close that gap between us as soon as possible. I stroked his abs and pressed my breasts against his back like he loved, gently kissing his neck and shoulder as I touched him. I set myself firmly on easing him into sleep as my own mind shut down for the night, on not stopping until I was completely out of energy.
“Thank you,” he murmured through a yawn. “This was the best night I've had in a while...”
“Sleep well, baby. And get better soon. I love you so much...”
As I drifted into sleep, I realized that the words 'I love you' hadn't come out of his mouth once the whole night.
But I didn't notice before then because he didn't need to. I already heard it in every thrust, every kiss, and every touch. Everything he did to me said 'I love you' louder than his voice could ever hope to.
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