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Christine’s photo album on her phone was like a barren wasteland.
Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. It wasn’t totally empty. There are random screenshots of important stuff, or funny things she’d found on instagram and wanted to send to her friends’ group chat. There were tons of pictures of her and Felix’s cat, Kebab, in many different shapes of Stupid™. There were pictures of random birds and plants and car bumpers with weird stickers or funny license plates that she’d wanted to show Felix. But the only pictures on her phone of someone’s actual face were family photos sent to her by her mother, and candids of Felix sprinkled in here and there.
Bottom line, the girl wasn’t really one to take selfies.
There wasn’t really any deeper meaning to that, she just had no reason to. She didn’t think of herself as particularly attractive or fashionable, so what was there to preserve? Why clog up her camera roll with pictures when she had a perfectly functional mirror?
She’d had boyfriends request nudes in the past, but that was always quickly shot down. The idea of that felt too intrusive; taking the picture at all and, by extension, sending it to someone. It made her nervous just to think about.
But Felix, as cliche as it felt to say, was different. He’d certainly never requested anything like that of her, and the only picture she was aware of him taking of her was just a few weeks after he got his new phone, when he’d come over to her giggling like a mad man, and held his phone right up to her forehead as he took it. She saw later that it was one of those 0.5x aspect photos that made her forehead, eyes, and nose look way bigger than they actually were. Admittedly, it was a little funny. He’d made it her contact photo in his phone, and later on, his wallpaper.
Bearing this in mind, one day she woke up feeling… different. It was a day off, and she woke up alone, as Felix had an early training shift with Nicky at their tattoo shop, which meant she was stranded at the house until he got back. The first thing she saw as she roused enough to check her phone was a lengthy text from him, saying good morning and explaining where he was and telling her when he’d likely be back, a “Love you <3” tacked on at the end. She already knew all of that stuff from his explanation the night before, but the reassurance was nice regardless, and it had her feeling a little melty as she dragged herself out of bed to go hang out in the living room.
She passed her full-length mirror as she went to grab a shirt from her closet, and, mostly out of curiosity, she threw a quick glance to her reflection, and… huh.
Nothing had changed about her appearance, not outwardly, anyway. But she looked good. Her hair was still a mess, and she was still noticing her hip-dips that usually made her second guess wearing jeans, but it didn’t really matter. She was cute. She supposed it was just one of those days.
She actually wanted Felix to see her like this. And he wasn’t even here.
A shame. He’d pout about it later for sure.
Unless…
The idea popped into her head, one that made her blush just by its sheer existence. But she knew she could trust him, and… maybe he’d like it.
She went and grabbed her phone without finishing her course to the closet. She’d slept in her underwear, no bra, because what kind of an insane person sleeps in a bra? But when she stood before the mirror to actually take the picture, it felt like… too much.
Plan B.
She grabbed her bra off of the designated Clothes I’ve Worn But Aren’t Technically Dirty chair and put it on, posed again… Now it didn’t feel like enough to justify the picture in the first place.
Why did nudes have to be so hard?
She fiddled with poses and angles for so long she was starting to feel a little silly. She was about ready to throw in the towel and just let Felix suffer through the knowledge that he missed her 15 Minutes of Confidence, when she tried a, sort of, teasing pull of her bra strap. It… seemed like it could work. She tried again, popped a hip, and pulled at her bra until basically her whole left tit was out in the open, and snapped the picture.
It was… good. Maybe even hot. Maybe.
It was good enough. She hoped.
She sent it to Felix before she could second guess anymore, along with a quick message.
Love you too. <3
And she threw on a shirt and moved out into the living room, ignoring her phone for the time being lest she die of embarrassment.
She knew she couldn’t ignore it forever. Knowing Felix, if he saw her name pop up on his screen, he’d drop everything to check it, just in case she needed something. And as she settled into the couch with her cereal, she saw that she was absolutely right.
He’d responded less than three minutes after the message was sent.
christine.
what the hell.
He was using proper punctuation. Was that bad?
What?
‘what’ she says
i dont
i cant even
how
why
Ah. So not bad. Just malfunctioning. The idea of that was so cute, Chris couldn’t help but smile like an idiot at the screen.
Idk, just felt good this morning.
youre gonna make me abandon shpi here
im gonna have to leave nick in the dust
what are we going to tell the children
Children?
What are you talking about.
their father is gonna lose his job
bc their mother is too sexy
how is that
whos gonna tell em
What children lol
kebab obvi!
Oh.
He’ll be fine.
‘oh’ she says
See you later, Fe. ;)
She set her phone down, satisfied by his reaction, so that she could actually put something on and eat her breakfast. She didn’t get a bite in before he texted again, always quick to get the last word.
you bet your ass you will.
Something about the finality of that message made warmth bloom in the base of Chris’ stomach, but she tried her best to ignore it for now. He’d still be gone for a few hours, and she had TV and video games to catch up on. It was just enough to get past the anticipation.
—
By the time four o’clock rolled around, Christine hadn’t managed to completely forget about the text, but it was only hovering in the back of her mind. She was curled up on the couch with a blanket, Kebab sleeping on top of just her feet for some reason, watching a movie, when she heard the door unlock. She looked up just in time to see Felix come in and shut the door behind him. She smiled, watching him set his stuff down and kick off his shoes.
“Hey. How was it?”
He didn’t answer at first, pulling off his hoodie and throwing it over the arm of the couch before shooing Kebab off (with nothing more than a small ‘mrow’ in protest) and sitting down right next to Chris. She tried to give him a puzzled look at the lack of response, but then he was scooping her face up in his hands, and pulling her into a kiss.
It was such a sudden movement it gave her butterflies, making her giggle a little against his lips.
“Difficult.” He finally said between kissing her, hardly giving her room to breathe, let alone respond. “Difficult is what it was.”
“What do you—mmhf—Felix—”
She turned her face away, laughter only mounting as she gave a false attempt at shoving him away. But he didn’t budge, circling his long arms around her to keep her in place. “Felix!”
Deprived of her lips, he found her cheek, her jaw, her neck. She only stopped laughing when it was abruptly cut off with a gasp as he brushed his tongue against her skin.
“You sent that way too early in the morning.” He was smirking against the crook between her neck and her shoulder. His breath was making her shiver. “I was thinking about it, like, all day.”
“That was sorta the point.” She breathed. She hadn’t intended on sounding so helpless, but…
“Devil woman.” He kissed the base of her neck. “Evil.” Her throat. “Temptress.” Her collarbone.
Her chin tipped up involuntarily as he delved below it, and as he started to nose at the loose collar of her t-shirt, she burst into another fit of giggles and tried, again, to push him away. “Felix!”
He was laughing too, and the sound was deeper than she expected, rumbling against her sternum. He peaked up at her, teasing her yet still edging on a genuine question. “Do you want me to stop?”
She looked down at him, into his pretty hazel eyes, screwing up her lips to try and keep from laughing anymore. She’d intended to continue the joke and say yes, but in such a way that maybe he could tell she was bullshitting. But then she saw the way he looked at her, like he was urging her to let him continue, silently pleading. She couldn’t kid.
“...No…”
His grin widened and he brought his hands to her sides, rubbing up and down her waist slowly, kissing the little dip between her collarbones. “You said you were feeling good this morning?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck as she settled into the arm rest. He had to shift to still be able to reach her. “Yeah,” She sighed as his hands found the edge of the blanket, the hem of her shirt, the bare skin underneath. Just feeling the curves of her body, slow and methodical. Like careful memorization. “I dunno. I guess it’s just a good day.”
“Good.” He started to pull her shirt up, over her stomach, his head dipping to be free of her arms. “You deserve good days.”
“Felix.”
“I wanna punch all of your bad days.” As he tugged her shirt over his head, his lips continued their path in a line, down her chest right between her tits, and then curved to kiss at her right nipple.
She whimpered. “F-Felix—”
His fingers flexed around her waist at the sound. She felt him open his mouth, and quickly brought a hand up to her own to stifle a moan as he wrapped his lips around her nipple and laved his tongue over it.
Taking a moment to compose herself as he pulled his mouth away, Chris didn’t speak again until he’d pulled his head free of her shirt to peer up at her.
She smiled as she brought her hand down. “Here?”
“Why not here? You expecting company?”
“Well, no.”
“Then what’s the harm?”
“Fe…”
“Look, Chrissy,” He sat up and took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “That picture was hot. Like, really hot.”
She cocked a brow at him. “Really hot?”
“Smokin’, even.”
He continued, ignoring how she rolled her eyes. “But… If you want me to leave you alone, I will. If you wanna take this into the bedroom, we will. Whatever you want. Just say the word, angel.”
That pet name melted Chris. He really only ever used it in specific circumstances, when he was feeling particularly romantic. Like, rom-com, saccharine sweet, romantic. She didn’t expect a simple little picture to bring it out of him, but it had, and she was growing more and more glad that she’d taken it.
“Well, I do have a movie to finish.” She glanced at the screen. It was halfway through, and she’d lost the plot of it at this point, so it really didn’t matter. He nodded, smiling in his resignation, and moved a hand to fix her blanket back into place.
She quickly placed her own hand over his, stalling his movement. “But,” she continued, trying to give him The Look. When their eyes met, he blushed, so she knew it’d done the job. “You don’t.”
His eyes widened a little, flickering downward for a fraction of a second. “Okay, what… What am I allowed to do here?”
“Whatever you want.”
“I’m serious, Chrissy, because I will get up in there if you want me to.”
“Felix.” She reached to cup his jaw, her fingertips working gently into the hair behind his ear. He leaned into her touch, and she swore he’d melt into a puddle.
“I like the way you say my name…” He sighed, closing his eyes to take in the warmth of her hand.
“Yeah?” She smiled fondly, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. Her voice dipped just a little below the octave, soothing. “I like the way you make me say it.”
He let out a sound akin to a wince, or a whimper, pressing into her hand to kiss her palm. “Whatever I want?”
“Within reason.”
“Oh, so there are parameters.”
“Not really. I trust you.”
He smiled softly, but it was quick to grow into something devilish. He kissed her hand again, and shifted off of the couch and into the floor, positioning himself onto his knees in front of her.
Chris felt herself flush. Of all the things he could choose to do, that wasn’t what she expected. But she felt that maybe she should have. “Really?”
“You said whatever I want.”
“I did… You animal.” She teased, twisting around to swing her legs over the side of the couch.
“Your fault for picking up a stray.”
He placed his hands on her knees and slowly slid them up her thighs, sending chill bumps over her body. “You can put the blanket over my head. Just pretend I’m not even here.”
“That’s… going to be a little difficult, I think.”
“I’m sure you’ll manage. There’ll be a pop quiz.” He pushed himself forward and tugged at her shirt again to kiss at her stomach. She squeaked quietly, doing as instructed and throwing the blanket back over his head and her legs.
She picked up the TV remote to rewind the movie a little, as if she planned on actually getting caught up. He said to ignore him, so that’s what she planned to do, for the time being anyway. She felt him drag his hands over her thighs, finding her hips and rubbing gentle circles into her hipbones, felt him finger questioningly at the hem of her panties, and when she shifted her knees apart slightly, he took it as permission to pull the article off.
For a second, as he kissed up her thigh and worked her legs open so he could sit comfortably between them, she thought she might actually be able to focus on the movie. But when he reached the top of her thigh, he pressed a slow kiss onto the outside of her pussy, and she whimpered.
His hands, wrapped around her thighs to keep both her and himself in place, tightened their grip, and he kissed her again. And again, this time with tongue, just enough for her to really feel it.
Chris’ breathing began to get fast and filtered quick as he practically made out with her, his tongue dipping in quick, shallow movements. It was already a hell of a distraction, but then he worked his way in and drew his tongue up in a long stripe, and Christine went light-headed.
She had to close her eyes to keep from pitching forward, a dirty sound tumbling from her lips. Felix huffed into her, groaned against her,
“Damn, Chrissy…”
The movement of his lips and the heat of his breath combined made her twitch, and while he didn’t say anything, she was sure he’d felt it from the way he whined and dove in to keep going.
His tongue worked in a fervor that made her wonder if he was enjoying it more than her, but then a needy sound escaped her as he flicked his tongue against her clit, making her cover her mouth to save from the embarrassment of that happening again.
Unfortunately, he could tell, even from his position.
“Don’t cover your mouth.” His tone was so sweet, it almost didn’t sound like an order, but a request. “I wanna hear you enjoy yourself.”
Her guts had twisted into a knot, especially now that he’d stopped, so she couldn’t find the breadth to argue with him, instead just electing to obey and lower the hand. He caught it in his, like some sort of preventative measure, and pushed his nose and mouth into her pussy until she was sure he couldn’t breathe in there, and god was that sexy. His tongue pressed into the dip in her clit, into the entrance of her vagina, savoring the taste of her and the way she whined, the way she moaned his name, “Ohh, Felix…”
Her hand tensed in his, the other gripping the blanket that shielded him from view. He hit a particularly sensitive spot, pushing his tongue inside of her and swirling it in just the right way to make her head spin, and the hand gripping the blanket found a place at the back of his head. He felt her move her hips minutely, and he smiled, sounding breathless.
“What, are you trying to ride me?”
“Sh-shut up…” Chris huffed, only to prove his point and drag him in again. “Don’t stop. You feel so good, Fe…”
She felt the shiver that caused, and heard him try to moan into her as his tongue found its place again.
He’d said to ignore him, but they were well past that, and she couldn’t help it anymore. She tugged the blanket down so it rested around his shoulders, only to catch his eye and see lust and love swirling around in his eyes like a whirlpool. With nothing else to grab, she took up a handful of his hair and guided him so she could rock her hips against him, and his lashes fluttered.
“You’re so pretty…” She smiled a little, though it was shaky. “Do you like it down there?”
The praise had him soft, putty in her hands, as it did every time. He nodded, as much as he could anyway, and worked his tongue in to make her moan.
“You’re doing such a good job,” she was huffing her words like it took all of her energy to speak them, and it did, especially as she started to feel a swell of warmth between her hips, travelling downward, making her tug on his hair so he’d lap at her in just the right way. “You’re so good to me… Keep— keep going, just like that…”
He moved his hands in a fit of desperation, off of her thighs and around her hips to keep her close to him. He raised his head to suck in a breath, then dove right back in, apparently content with asphyxiation if it meant bringing her closer and closer to…
“Yesyesyes!” Christine gasped, her head lolling back into the couch. “Right there, right— oh!”
He’d pushed so close he had to sit up on his knees, bringing her hips with him and lifting her off of the couch, and it was so much, and just right.
She squeaked a string of garbled nonsense, and then gasped, and she worried her trembling legs would crush his jaw between them, but he kept going. He kept going until her final, drawling moan, until her grip on him loosened. He just stopped, not moving away, until she pushed against him gently and he carefully laid her back down into the cushion, gulping down deep breaths with his newfound freedom.
She was hardly any better, eyes closed and cheeks flush, panting as her heart rate came back down to earth.
Pausing for just a moment to take in the sight of her, Felix huddled over her to nuzzle into her stomach. She didn’t even have the energy to whine at him about the moisture he was leaving on her shirt.
“Chrissy?” He muttered after giving them both a few more moments to recover.
“Mm…?”
“You still in there?”
She paused, and shook her head slowly. “Mmh-mmh.”
He laughed quietly, pulling himself back up onto his feet. He scooped her legs up to maneuver her back onto the couch, taking her blanket and laying it over the opposite side. She didn’t even really notice him walk away, but moments later, he was laying a cool hand over her forehead, and she leaned into the touch gratefully.
“Come on, Chrissy, wake up.”
She peeled her eyes open to look at him, and surprisingly enough, she wasn’t swimming as much as she felt like she should be. He was holding a bottle of water, and she knew what that meant.
When he moved to scoop his arm around her back, she shifted so that he could, putting as much effort into sitting up as she could. She took the, now open, bottle and chugged half of it. All of that panting really leaves your mouth dry…
“How do you feel?” He asked, and she knew what he really meant. ‘How did I do?’
“Great.” She smiled at him.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
“What about you?”
He smiled fondly, like it was some sort of saintly feat for her to ask him about his satisfaction. “All good, baby.”
“What? But, you were thinking about it all day.”
“Yeah, about you. And I just got plenty of ‘you’.” He kissed the side of her head, and this time, she did have the brain to move away and whine.
“Wet.”
He chuckled. “Good thing we’re going to shower. Come on.”
As he set the bottle down and guided her to stand, she smiled up at him, a little dopey from the orgasm.
“What was that about a pop quiz…?”
He shrugged. “I’ll give you points for participation.”
“But I didn’t participate. I didn’t even take it. Or watch the movie.”
“Yeah, but now you’ve got stupid-brain because of your awesome boyfriend.”
She hummed, and her head fell against his chest. “You are awesome…”
“Yeah, yeah.” He agreed, jokingly dismissive and sweet, and looped an arm around her back to take her to the bathroom. “Come on."