Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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RORY

Alright Slydar, get ready. I haven't gone away; I'm only getting closer. Tentative, my senses quested closer to him, focusing not on getting him to answer my questions but on the feeling of love and care I wanted him to know.

I felt him open a little, and my lips curved in a soft smile. I leaned towards him, and arms were around me. I melted into his telepathic embrace. His face against my hair, I felt how much he missed me, and how relieved he was to hold me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him tight, face snuggled against his chest.

I felt more coming off him. More than comfort. I couldn't help my reaction. I lunged for his mouth and pulled his head to mine, hands tight on the back of his neck. His hunger was ferocious, and he pushed me back against the bed, hips pressed hard against mine.

He groaned against my mouth, and my body begged him not to stop. A few furious minutes later, I was panting, on my back, blinking, and wishing he was there to hold. He was above me, looking at my face, chest heaving.

You know, don't you, Rory? Oh dear gods, thank the Cosmos. I didn't think I could stand another month. How far out are you, baby?

Shock from me. What the fuck, Slydar? What is even happening right now? You want me to come to Dliptonia? You have a fucking stupid way of showing it.

Humor, then uncertainty.

Did I fuck up?

My eyes bugged. Then they watered. I shoved the emotion down, but he felt it.

Oh, baby, I'm so sorr—

Shut up, Slydar. You don't get to apologize. I have no doubt that we have cultural differences to work out, but you ghosted me for six weeks, and now you expect me to believe that you want me to come to you? Do you have any idea what you've done to me?

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Wincing. Then patience.

Tell me, baby.

I punched him in the face. To his credit, he didn't dodge.

Hit me again, baby.

Sands below, you are flirting with me right now.

Is it working?

Arrrghhh.

Sadly, it was, and he could tell. All I wanted in the world was for him to make me come again. He could. He was damn good at it; he'd had a lot of practice.

His presence surrounded me, and he was behind me, kissing down my neck, hands roving over my belly then pulling my hips against him, then trailing down.

Slydar.

Shhh, baby, I know. I know. There's my girl. Ummm. Oh Cosmos, you feel so good. Umm. So wet. So full of my cum. It's so good when you're like this, all soft and pretty and ready for me. Hang on for me, Rory. Just a bit more. Umm hmm, you feel me?

I did. His cock was hard again, and I needed it like a drug.

Shh, baby. I know. I know you missed me. Touch yourself for me. Let me feel it. Wet fingers sliding over you. Umm, Rory, that's so good. It's always so good. I missed you too, baby. I haven't come in six weeks. I couldn't touch myself without you. I wanted to. I needed too, but I couldn't.

Oh, baby, I know. I'm a fool. I'm sorry. I needed to take care of something. Come 'ere, baby, turn around, crawl on me. Yeah, like that, rub your wet pussy on me, and tell me how bad I am. I was bad. I'm a fool. Tell me how mad you are at me, then fuck me like we both want.

And I did, hard and fast and furious. The climax shredded both of us, and we were one again.

When we quieted, I let him have it again. You better not do anything like that ever again, Slydar.

Mental nod. I learned my lesson. I swear it, Rory.

What the fuck happened?

It's my dad, babe. He's sick again. Heart clenching. He's gonna try another surgery, but it's not recommended. We're looking for someone off the books 'cuz the research institute won't take him.

Your dad Muller? Is it the melanoma?

Mental nod. This time it's the foot. Hasn't spread yet. He's already got a metal arm and shoulder, now we're looking for someone to do the foot.

Has it been amputated yet?

Shaking head.

Does it have to be?

He hid it. It's a giant sore covering half his foot. It's a miracle it isn't in his bloodstream yet.

Heart breaking.

Oh Slydar, I'm so sorry.

I know, baby. I didn't want to put all this on you. I'm sorry. I was an idiot, but my family is so used to hiding everything, and you are always so full of life. I didn't want to dampen you with our darkness.

We're either in it together, Slydar, or we aren't.

Mental nod.

Talk to Ronnie, Slydar. Get Slick to talk to him. He sees things, knows things. Possibilities might exist that you haven't thought of yet.

Mental nod.

We're two weeks out, babe. I'm coming. Me and Ronnie and Cyn.

He held me tight, relieved and grieved. We both drifted, and I fell asleep against his bare chest.