by Etan, Cher
“Right so Gerald is the evil brother of her mother in law who wants to break them up?” he asked her pointing at the screen.
“Er yeah, I think so,” Ava said. She didn’t really have a clue what was going on, not having time to keep up with soaps but she was quick on the uptake and the plot wasn’t that complicated.
“What a dick!” Tristan exclaimed falling backwards on the seat and almost spilling his coffee. Ava took it from him and put it down on the table.
“Oh sorry,” Tristan murmured absently leaning forward again to pick up his cup and follow the story. Once the movie was done Tristan asked Ava if she wanted to listen to some tunes.
She walked over and picked up a CD that was lying out. She put the CD in the player and started walking over to Tristan, who was cleaning up coffee cups.
"Dance with me," she said, as she reached out and took the cups from Tristan's hands, pulling him onto the dance floor aka space between the couches
Tristan looked a little surprised before smiling and blushing a little when the song, "Tiny Dancer" began. "I can't believe you chose this song."
Ava cupped Tristan's chin and leaned in for a kiss, before pulling back and smiling. "I love this song. It's perfect," She pressed her forehead to Tristan's. "You're my tiny dancer now though."
Tristan kissed her back, "My mother used to sing this song to me. We used to dance sometimes late in the night when she came to read me a bedtime tale. We would talk about how much my father loved to dance as we did it. It was our special time," he said, smiling at her. Ava just kissed him again, slow and lazily, hand cupping the back of his neck, body still moving slightly to the music, and Tristan slid a hand in to thread through the hair at the back of her head, as if trying to convey his feelings through his actions.
Ava pulled back to just dance with him until the song ended, and then she smiled.
"Why don't you go on in and take a shower, get ready for bed," he told her. "It's been a long night." He motioned to the dirty dishes, "I'm just gonna clean up a little more."
"You sure?" Ava asked.
"I'm sure," Tristan said, grinning. "I know you've been dying to get in that shower again, so take your time, enjoy it."
"All right," Ava said, giving in easily. "Thanks, Tristan."
He just smiled as he watched her leave, then cleaned up a bit, before going inside and stripping down to his boxers in the bedroom, listening to the shower water running. After a few seconds of struggling with his inner demons as usual, Tristan gave up and let himself be drawn to the bathroom. He walked across the hall and pushed the door open, pausing in the doorway as he saw Ava's body through the steamy glass doors, and he swallowed hard as he watched her.
Chapter 4
Ava groaned softly, one hand splayed against the glass door as she let the water spray down over her shoulders and back, tilting her head back and getting her hair wet, reaching up with both hands now to push it back from her face.
Tristan licked his lips and walked towards the shower, still watching Ava as he stopped just outside the shower and puts his hand up against the glass where Ava had hers. Then he moved a little closer. Ava opened her eyes and grinned a little when she saw Tristan, pushing her hair back from her face again, hand sliding with Tristan's across the glass, before Tristan pulled his hand away.
With his eyes still on Ava, Tristan took off his boxers, and then opened the sliding door, hesitating for just a second, before he stepped into the shower with her. He didn’t say anything, just moved up against her back, one hand going around to splay over her breasts and pull her back against him, and the other grabbing her hip as he leaned in and bit at her earlobe.
Ava just moaned softly, reaching her hand back to curl a hand around the back of Tristan's neck, her other hand lightly holding Tristan's wrist at her hip. That one simple submissive action made Tristan swallow hard, and he placed open-mouthed kisses against Ava's neck as both his hands slid up Ava's breasts, and then he teased the taut nipples, while gently moving his hips to allow his cock to slide against Ava's ass. He made a low noise, almost a growl, and then he pushed Ava forward into the wall, bringing her hands up to press against the tile, his own hands covering Ava’s and fingers curling over hers, as he kissed and licked along her neck and shoulders.
Ava gasped softly, partially from the contrast of the hot shower to the cool tile, mostly out of surprise, exhaling a shaky moan as she let her head drop to the tiles as well.
Tristan kept one hand pressed and curled with Ava's as his other slid down to cup Ava's nub giving it a few strokes as she moaned low in his ear, his own leaking cock pressed tightly against the crease of Ava's ass. This is it, Tristan thought as he let go of Ava's hand to grabbed her hips as he started to move against her slowly, panting softly against her ear, the water pouring down over them as he turned Ava's face for an open mouthed and somewhat sloppy kiss. It's going to be tonight. Right here. Right now. Just like this.
Ava rocked her hips, moaning softly, and there's no sign of her fighting it as she returned the kiss the best she could, making a soft noise of approval.
Tristan groaned low and squeezed his eyes shut a moment before fisting his hand in Ava's curly hair and bending her forward, forcing her to put her hands out against the tile again to catch herself. It's not that he didn't want their time together to be special, but having Ava so willing, right here in the shower... it was just too much for Tristan to resist. They've been dancing around each other since they met, it's been explosive; and if this was how it was going to play out, then hell, he was going for it full-throttle.
Ava caught herself on the wall, more turned on by the act itself than anything, biting back another moan as she arched her back to roll her hips up a little.
"Goddamn, Tristan..."
Oh yeah, it was going down like this. Just hearing Ava say his name almost made Tristan come undone, and he let go of Ava's hair to reach down and rub his cock against Ava's ass, pressing just a little, and then hesitating, knowing that this was still new for Ava and wondering if he should take the time to prepare her. After all, he wasn't exactly a small guy.
"It's okay," Ava said, as if reading his mind. She looked back at him, giving him a small reassuring smile, pushing her hips back a little.
That's all the invitation Tristan needed. He swallows thickly, nodding a little as he runs his hand up Ava's back, then back down to her ass, slowly pressing himself against Ava as his hand made its way around to curl around Ava's breasts again. Then he pushed into Ava slowly, rocking his hips a little to help, until he felt Ava's body give, and then he pushed himself all the way, leaning over Ava's back and panting from the tightness and instant pleasure.
"S'tight," he managed to gasp against Ava's ear, squeezing his eyes shut.
Ava whimpered softly, hands scrabbling for purchase against the tile for a moment, before her forehead dropped to rest against the tiles, and she was panting as well, as she nodded her head with jerky movements. "Tristan..."
Tristan considered stopping, but his body wouldn’t let him as his hips start to rock against Ava's, and he straightened back up to grab onto Ava's hips, pulling out almost all the way and then pushing back in slowly. Ava's jaw dropped open slowly as she groaned, her back arching again as she rocked back against Tristan slightly. Tristan reached up to fist Ava's hair again, pulling back slightly, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. "Fuck, Ava... nngh, yeah," he moaned.
"Uhn..." Ava moaned in response, and then shifted his arms to brace himself a little better. "Fuck..." He groaned a little, biting his lip, legs spreading wider, neck arched.
Tristan pushed forward until Ava was almost completely pressed against the tiles, and then grabbed her shoulders for leverage, angling his thrusts upward, soft grunts and moans accompanying each thrust of his hips. "Yeah, uhh," he panted. "Ungh, you feel so... mmm... good."
"Oh, God..." Ava moaned loudly, squeezing her eyes shut as she tensed every time Tristan thrust in.
Tristan pulled Ava
's body flush against his, jerking his hips a little, just enjoying the feeling of being inside her and running his hands over her stomach and down to her sensitive nub, stroking it as he groaned and panted in Ava's ear, biting on her earlobe again, before licking a wet trail under it, and pulling it into his mouth to suck on.
"Fuck..." Ava panted softly, head tilting back to rest against Tristan's shoulder, offering even more access.
Then, rather suddenly, Tristan pulled out, turning Ava around and lifting her up in his arms and pressing her into the wall, using one hand to help Ava hook one leg around, before he guided himself back inside her, thrusting slow and deliberate, showing off his He-man side once again.
Ava whimpered a little before moaning loudly, her head falling back against the tiles as her other leg came up to circle Tristan's hips as well, hooking behind his legs, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. Tristan continued to thrust up against Ava again and again, careful not to jar her back, and Ava started making low noises in her throat, winding her arms around Tristan's shoulders more tightly, and rolling her hips slightly to meet Tristan's thrusts.
Tristan grunted and groaned with the effort of keeping Ava up while he was thrusting into her, muscles in his neck, arms and shoulders stretched tight, face and neck flushed deep red. It wasn't gonna take much more for him, and he stuttered out a shaky moan, trying to warn Ava.
Ava just hitched one leg up a little higher as she groaned again, lifting herself a little bit to nip at Tristan's throat. She let out a soft whine that switched to a moan before she stiffened and came, her vagina clenching around Tristan's cock as she shuddered against him.
Tristan felt Ava tighten around him, and his own body immediately went rigid and he shuddered with his own release, his head falling back as he came inside Ava, his eyes squeezed shut.
Ava pulled back just enough to watch Tristan's face as he came, before slumping against him slightly and panting softly into the crook of his neck, one leg sliding down to touch the floor again.
Tristan let go of Ava's other leg so he could get his footing, but held onto her, worried it might have been too much and that Ava's legs may be shaky. He nuzzled into her neck, before kissing along her jaw and finally her lips, the kiss slow, meaningful, saying the words he was not ready to voice.
Ava kissed Tristan back, staying close to him, a little unsteady on her feet as one hand slid down Tristan's chest to rest against his heart, the other hand curling around the back of his neck as he tried to reciprocate the meaning.
After a few moments of just pressing together and catching their breaths, Tristan grabbed the body wash from the shelf behind him, and they slowly lathered each other up, smiling and kissing between touches, before taking turns to rinse themselves clean. It wasn't until they were out of the shower that they finally start talking. Tristan grabbed two towels and handed one over to Ava as he started to dry himself off.
"Thanks," Ava said softly.
"You're welcome," Tristan said as he wrapped his towel around his waist, and then he looked a little sheepishly at Ava. "So... uh..." There just didn't seem to be any words to express what this just meant to him, so he just let his voice trail off, blushing a little.
"Um... yeah," Ava agreed, wrapping her towel around her chest, and then licking over her lips lightly.
"This was a nice way to end a long day..." Tristan said, hoping to lighten the moment and help them find their way back to the comfortable place in their relationship.
"Yes, it was," Ava answered, following Tristan as they walked into his bedroom.
Tristan dropped his towel unashamedly, using it to towel dry his hair as Ava moved to the other side of the bed, doing the same. Neither of them say anything as they toss the towels a few minutes later and each slide under the sheets. Tristan turned onto his back and reached for Ava, pulling her over and against his body, sighing softly.
Ava snuggled into Tristan a little more and pulled Tristan's arm tighter around her as she rested her head down on his chest. "Night, Tristan"
Tristan placed a soft kiss to Ava's head, smiling a little. "G'night."
*****
The next morning was awkward to say the least. Tristan was slightly hung-over and Ava had no idea how to handle the walk of shame she had to do to her trailer. Tristan invited her to stay for breakfast before she had to go but Ava was afraid her trailer would be packed up with her things still inside so she decided to leave at once.
“So you wanna like exchange phone numbers or something?” Tristan asked as he escorted her to the door.
“How about I find you on Facebook?” Ava suggested wryly.
“I’m not on Facebook,” Tristan replied.
“Oh. Okay then yeah lets exchange digits,” she said digging out her phone. They exchanged numbers and then Ava kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks for an epic weekend,” she whispered in his ear.
“Heck no, thank you,” Tristan said.
“Don’t be a stranger,” Ava said with a wave as she walked off.
“Yeah. You neither,” Tristan called after her.
*****
It blew in on a cool breeze and a flutter of dead leaves, slipping past the door of their apartment when Bob opened the door. He didn't notice a damned thing, just kept going and let the door swing shut behind him as he went for a bucket of ice.
They never stood a chance.
It was the color of dirt, dark and loamy, a little bit lumpy and gray in patches. Ava first thought it was a crumpled plastic bag from the local liquor store. Bob had one of his own on the nightstand, though it was rather less beaten up and it definitely smelled better than the thing that rolled across the floor. She didn't think anyone would blame her if she beat it to death with a broomstick. It might be a rat for all she knew though she and Bob kept their apartment pretty clean and they hadn’t ever seen one before.
And if it was just a plastic bag, well. No one was actually here to see her get spooked by trash. It came to an abrupt halt in a way that a plastic bag blown in by what promised to be one heck of an evening thunderstorm and sprawled out into the shape of a jagged, lopsided star. Ava eased upright on the couch, broomstick still raised, eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you are," she growled. "But if you think you're going to try a goddamn thing in here —"
One of the points of the star twitched.
"Mew," said the thing.
Ava blinked. She sniffed a few times — getting another nose full of the rich, pungent scent the thing was putting off, like sour manure — and frowned. "No," she said. "You're not a cat."
The thing sneezed. A tiny, delicate little explosion of air that nearly lifted it back up off the carpet where it sprawled.
"No," Ava said again. "See, that'd be my line. If you were a cat."
It sneezed again and rolled over onto its back, tiny paws splayed in the air. It opened its eyes, and an extraordinarily pink tongue crept out to lick the spot where its nose was probably hiding, under the layers of dirt and matted black fur. Ava scowled and leaned back, putting the broomstick down on the floor next to her couch.
"That's just gross," she told it. "You smell like you've been swimming in a sewer."
"Mew," said the thing, and then it started putting out a tiny rumble, like a car engine if the car were only six inches across, nose to tail.
"Son of a bitch," said Ava. She cast around, then finally found one of Bob's socks — which smelled at least fractionally better than the thing on the floor did — and used it to scoop the thing up by the middle. It blinked at her and yawned, showing off an impressive row of needle sharp fangs. Then it licked its nose again.
"Yeugh," Ava said, screwing up her nose and holding the thing at arm's length. "Look," she said. "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here." She eased the door open, leaning out just far enough to check for anyone in the corridor, especially Bob — and then stepped out just far enough to set the thing down in the middle of the floor, near the fire escape. It patted at the floor
with its paws before hopping away from her hand and pouncing on a freaking figment of its imagination. Ava looked down the corridor to see if Bob was on his way back. There was no one around all the way down to the floor to ceiling windows at the end of the corridor.
The sky lit up brilliant blue. Ava watched and counted automatically, an old habit borne of long nights mastering her childhood fear of thunderstorms. Fall was just setting in and freak thunderstorms were not unheard of this late in summer. The thunder rolled in before she got to three. A gust of wind shook the windows slightly, blowing a cold breezed down the corridor. Ava shivered.
Definitely in for a doozy.
She glanced back down. The little black thing had skittered off, probably to find another cow patty to roll around in. Ava rolled her shoulders back, enjoying the break from the sweltering heat she had been swimming through all day, then turned and headed back into the apartment.
And nearly killed herself trying to dodge stepping on the tiny black thing prancing around in the living room.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Mew!"
Ava stared at the black cat with disbelief; she really wasn’t a cat person. For one thing, they made her sneeze. For another she was too busy to look after it.
"Ice machine's as busted as the fridge," Bob said as he came back in. "Guess we're stuck with warm beer, tonight." Ava heard him pause by the door, letting the latch click before he moved away. "What happened here?"
Ava leaned back out of the little sink alcove, where she had the little black thing tucked into a nice soapy bath. "Don't freaking ask."
"Uh, little late," said Bob. "Jesus, is that you, Ava? I told you not to eat from that taco truck."