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Penelope was tired. She had been having one of those days. It was a Sunday and she had woken up feeling like everything was too much. It was the fine layer of dust covering every surface, as a sign of her neglect. The pile of dirty clothes slowly growing in the corner of her bedroom she hadn't done anything about. The mess of dishes building up in the sink that needed washing. She wasn't going to be able to truly relax and enjoy a lazy Sunday until it was all sorted out.
So that was how she had been spending her day.
She put on old tracksuit pants, there are holes, and paint stains (from where? She can't remember the last time she painted). Her hair is greasy and tied up in a messy bun on top of her head.
Taylor Swift was her playlist of choice to get her through her chores. Cruel Summer blaring from the speakers (fitting for early June) as she tackles a bookcase that lived in the corner of her living room. She feels a bit dismayed as she realises just how much dust she's let accumulate over her favourite volumes. She doesn't even want to know what the top shelves she can’t easily reach look like.
This is probably why she doesn't hear his keys in the lock. Doesn't hear the door click open. Doesn't hear his footsteps as he enters the open plan living space.
When she turns around to get the cleaning spray she is startled and gasps in surprise.
He is leaning lazily over the kitchen counter, looking into the living space, watching her, with a stupid smirk on his face.
'Colin!' She exclaims. 'I wasn't uh…' She smooths her shirt down, suddenly all too aware of the state she's in. Messy, frazzled, very much in need for a shower as the dirt and grime she's been cleaning from her apartment has found it's way onto her instead. 'Hello.' She tries again.
It's not as effortless and cool as she hoped it would be.
His own grin only widens. 'Hi Pen.'
'What uh, I mean, you weren't due back for another week?' She hates herself a little bit for admitting she keeps track of his coming and goings.
'My trip got cut short.' As though that explained everything.
‘Right.’
‘It looks like I’m interrupting some late spring cleaning.'
‘Yes uh… it’s a Sunday reset.’
His eyebrows raise in question.
‘You know, sort yourself out before the week begins again? Dust, vacuum, wash the bed sheets.’
He bites his lower lip when she mentions her bed sheets. 'And have you washed your bed sheets yet?'
'No.'
'Good. Seems I'm right on time then.'
‘What?’
He pulls the dust cloth out of her hands and sets it aside. Taking her hand in his he guides her down the hallway and to her bedroom. It shouldn’t thrill her. How well he knows her apartment. Shouldn't send waves of butterflies through her stomach. Shouldn't immediately have her dripping for how turned on she is. But it does.
He doesn’t bother to close the door. She's lived alone ever since Eloise moved out eighteen months ago. But he does spin around to face her.
‘Colin I-‘ her next words fall away as he kisses her.
His lips taste like vanilla, and they're soft as his tongue teases her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open wider, deepening it. When she lets him, he moans and wraps his arms around her body pulling her tighter to him.
Eventually he pulls away, they both know it’s only for a moment. It’s like he can’t stop himself from smiling.
‘I missed you.’ He said.
She missed him too. But words couldn’t form. It was too much for her. Instead she grabbed his collar and pulled him back to her. Any mortification at how under dressed she was, and how much her hair needed a wash fading as he surrounded her. Consumed her. How the hell could he get off a flight and still smell and look this damn good?
He took control back, and moved her over to the bed. Again, his tongue on her lips, tasting her and teasing her, he pushed her back and her knees gave way as she fell backwards to the bed, taking him with her.
She starts with his shirt, pushing it up from the bottom until he gets the hint and pulls it off.
She stills. He is bronze. So much time in the sun has given his skin a golden glow that wasn’t there before. And was it the tan, or the travel that had given him ab definition that definitely didn’t exist before (he had always been fit, but this was… fit)
‘The Maldives were good to you.’ She breathed out, eyes raking over his chest. She could never stop looking, but now… she really didn’t want to.
‘Your turn.’ He tugs at her shirt and pulls it over her head and this time he is the one staring, ‘I love it when you go braless.’
She is sure her blush goes down to her chest as he takes her in. His pupils dilated in desire, the way he looks at her makes her feel beautiful. His hand comes up to cup her breast, his thumb brushes over her nipple. It hardens instantly at his touch.
‘Your tits continue to drive me wild Pen. Fuck.’
She bits her lip, trying hide how his words alone make her want to moan loudly. But before long not even that will stop her as he goes in with his mouth, licking, sucking, tasting. Devouring her.
‘You’re incredible.’
He comes back up to kiss her thoroughly again. And then he’s sliding her tracksuit pants down. He pauses.
‘No panties?’ He asks.
She can only shake her head.
‘You are cheeky, aren’t you?’
‘If I'd known you were coming by it would have been intentional.'
With her tracksuit now on the floor (the pile in the corner now only grows) he is back on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his hands and she is completely spread open to him. She is suddenly all too aware of the heat radiating off her, how absolutely drenched she is.
He slides a finger inside her.
‘Fuck.’ He hisses. ‘You are soaking.’
‘Yeah.' She shudders out.
He slides his finger in and out, then moves to her clit circling it and teasing it, while she takes deep, ragged breaths. 'So wet for me.'
‘Always.’ She breathes out.
He grins, and kisses her gently as his fingers continue. He has two inside her now, rubbing, teasing and hitting her right where she needed him to.
‘Yes. Fuck. Colin.’
‘There?’ He asks, sliding his fingers against the same spot.
‘Yes.’ she whimpered out, her breath ragged now as he brought her close.
‘Are you close?’
‘Yes.’
His thumb rubs her clit, as his fingers move in and out of her.
‘Come for me Pen. I want to feel you come on my hand.'
And it’s all she needs. Her orgasm rips through her, harder than she ever thought possible. Somewhere she thinks she hears herself scream his name.
He lets her come down from the high, and catch her breath for a moment. Only a moment.
‘Can you take more?’ He asks. ‘You've made me so fucking hard.’
‘Show me.’ She says. She’s still floating from her orgasm.
His pants are off and she can see him. He’s so hard, and long and thick. No matter how many times they do this, it always takes her breath away.
'Please. Fuck me Colin.'
He settles his hips between her legs and she can feel the length of him against her. He teases for a moment, coating himself in the pool of wetness from just how turned on she is. And then he thrusts up, and enters her, all at once and fills her completely.
‘Colin. Oh my god.’
He moans in response. 'So tight for me.'
She feels herself squeeze down on him at the words.
‘More.’ She rocked her hips up, asking him to move. And he does, he moves in an out of her in a tantalising fashion, he has mastered teasing her, making her work for it, taking his time, letting her feel every centimetre of his length. ‘Oh my god.’
‘I want to feel you come on my cock.’ He snakes his hand between their bodies and rubs her clit until she’s shaking and can’t form a coherent word.
Then it hits her all at once. She tightens around him, a load moan escapes her with no warning.
‘Yes. Fuck. Pen.’
She feels him tense and knows he’s quickly followed with his own orgasm.
They lie there for a moment, in post orgasm bliss. Pen closes her eyes for just a moment and allows her mind to wander. That this was real. That it wasn’t just a stupid arrangement that had been in place for far too long.
‘That was great.’ He says. Sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
‘Yeah.’ She was still breathless.
‘Ben said there are some drinks at the pub tonight?’
And with those words, reality hits again and she crashes down from the high. It's not much more than a fantasy.
‘Um, I think so.’
‘Great! I’ll see you there then.’ He pulls his pants up.
‘Oh um, yes, of course.’
‘Excellent.’ He throws his shirt on and leans over to peck her cheek (that was new). ‘Bye Pen.’
‘Welcome home.’ She says. But the words don’t quite land as he’s already halfway out the door.
She rolls over and groans into her pillow. She’d said last time she would put a stop to this as soon as he came back. And now-
The cycle starts all over again.