Daisies

This will be another mushy love post about Scooter.

Today, I saw him for the first time since last Thursday. It was so refreshing. I walked into his house and it was silent. His backpack was on the floor by the foot of the stairs and his shoes were in the kitchen. I knocked on the door, called his name, and walked into the living room. He wasn't on the couch. So, I figured he was upstairs.

I glanced in one bedroom and he wasn't there. So I walked to the computer area. No Scooter there either. I called "Babe...?" one more time, then walked into his bedroom. After I saw him laying on his bed, I said, "Wake up..." and he stirred dramatically.

I giggled at his start, and then I climbed into his bed with him and his dog Snow and gave him a huge kiss. Then he smiled and said, "You're a sight for sore eyes." Then we kissed and cuddled and laughed and I apologized for scaring him. The two of us talked for a little bit and he ended up on top of me, kissing me. Of course, we all know where this led.

It was wonderful and sexy and fantastic. I love having sex with him. He made me feel so good. It was one of those I-missed-you-so-much fucks. After we were done, we laid together and kissed and laughed and told one another how much we loved each other. We then got dressed and went downstairs.

We sat on the couch together and watched The Office, then we cuddled and such. Scooter picked up the guitar and started to play, then I pushed the guitar down and got on his lap. We did our cute, flirty, love thing. Then I kissed him dramatically and pulled him close, saying, "Fuck me like you hate me."

He pushed me against the glass door, then took me into the kitchen and pulled my clothes off, bending me over the table and going all crazy on me. This has been the first time we had sex twice within an hour long block. It was amazing. And it felt so good. He just...fucked me like he hated me. I was shaking afterwards. It was intense.

Then we just sat around and pretended nothing happened, especially since his dad came home. I got out a sharpie and started to draw on his arm. He drew on mine in return. I don't want to wash it off, but I have to. My job won't appreciate it. Scooter walked me to my car and he picked a daisy out of his garden and put it behind my ear. Then we gave each other a goodbye kiss, exchanged I love yous...

And I drove home with my heart fluttering and my stomach turning.