by Etan, Cher
She vaguely felt Tristan's hands tangled in her hair. "Jesus, Ava, yeah, like that—"
Spit was getting everywhere. All over her face, down into the hair on Tristan's balls, onto the front of Tristan's freshly laundered blue jeans. Ava made a small noise around the penis in her mouth and sucked harder.
Tristan came in minutes, flooding Ava's mouth with the taste, and it was almost more than she could take, combined with her own saliva. But she managed. Come isn't a flavor she much relished, but once it hit air it became revolting, so she swallowed unfailingly. Religiously, you might even say.
Tristan slumped back in his chair. Through her own unrelieved arousal, Ava realized that the floor was killing her knees. Moving carefully, she extracted herself from Tristan's lap and the table and stood, rubbing a crick out of her neck. She spared Tristan a smirk.
"I take it back. I take everything back." Tristan said.
"Yeah, you better," Ava smugly replied.
"Come here and sit on me," Tristan invited.
Ava started to retort, but a tickle at the back of her throat stopped her. It felt like the come she just swallowed wanted to come right back up her throat and nausea made her stomach heave. This was not good.
"You okay?" Tristan was terrible at faking casual.
Ava blinked to clear her watering eyes. Tristan was standing with one hand poised in midair in a way that he probably thought was subtle, as if he was waiting for Ava to collapse. She leaped for the kitchen sink which was the nearest and threw up mainly bile and semen, disgusting to look at but not life threatening. She quickly washed it away and rinsed her mouth, faintly embarrassed to have puked but blaming it squarely on her stupid hormones.
Ava straightened up and saw worry in Tristan's eyes, and fuck that.
She checked Tristan up against the door frame, hard. Tristan’s eyes widen in surprise but he loosened himself, letting her have her way with him. His eyes lit up with lust at the same time, nostrils flaring, pupils dilating. It did something to Ava’s insides to see him responding like that to her and she felt her body tremble with her reaction.
Ava yanked Tristan's jeans down. "I'm fine." She asserted.
Tristan was just watching her, pants around his knees and a glow in his eyes like a well sated predator. It offended Ava that he could look so relaxed when he should look ridiculous. She stepped in and started working on Tristan's shirt, fumbling with the buttons and stripping it down his arms while Tristan kicked his jeans and the remains of his boxers the rest of the way off. Ava got her mouth on Tristan's neck while Tristan shoved his hands up underneath Ava's tee shirt, and at least now she could hear the unsteadiness in Tristan's breathing when he bit down and sucked on her nipple. Concrete rasped against her hands as she pressed herself languidly against Tristan's belly, making him feel her where she's softest. Tristan started making noises and grappling with Ava's belt, and maybe that was a little gratifying.
Once Tristan had her belt open, he tore open her buttons and zipper, pulling her slacks down with such gusto that he scratched her down the thigh.
“Oh sorry,” he murmured as he placed his mouth on the mark he’d made.
“It's fine. Get them off,” Ava said impatiently, pulling her legs up to help the process along. As soon as they were gone Tristan lifted her up, turned her to face the wall and thrust into her without further ado.
The cotton of Tristan's undershirt grated against the wall with each heavy, deliberate thrust. Ava had her eyes closed and her teeth on Tristan's neck, but she was listening. She didn’t miss the catches in Tristan's breath or the drag of his nails on Ava's ass or the fact that his cock could pound nails it was so hard. She cataloged them all, the way she did her music notes and record player collection. Tristan dipped his head to chase Ava's mouth, but Ava wanted to keep some wits about her and pay attention to everything else so she gave him her neck instead; her jaw; her nose.
It lasted even less time than the blow job; Ava found the edge of her own arousal and focused on nothing but getting where she wanted to go. She felt the end coming, wrapped both hands and feet around Tristan as he thrust home one last time.
Head against the wall, Ava gave herself a moment to catch her breath. Tristan lowered her back to the floor and she stepped away unsteadily, still slightly dizzy from the orgasm. She leaned down slowly, picked up her slacks and put them on; one leg at a time. She looked around for her shirt but couldn’t see it. Tristan continued to lean against the wall looking dazed. Finally, she spotted her shirt and vest and went to put them on. Then she sat back down to her notes and took a bite of the chicken sandwich.
She pretended she didn't notice Tristan gaping at her.
Finally Tristan's head thunked back against the wall before there was the rustle of him retrieving his pants off the floor. "I'm gonna pay you back for that one."
"Uh-huh," Ava said serenely, without looking up.
"And now I've got to change my damned underwear."
"Unaccustomed for you, I know."
"Screw you."
Smugness blended with the burn in Ava's chest until it was almost enjoyable. "Little late for that."
She didn't see Tristan run his tongue over his lips, tasting them thoughtfully.
*****
“The jig is up. Your mother knows,” Jensen said a few days later coming into Tristan’s office with the day’s reports.
“Oh yeah? What does she know?”
“That you’ve been shacking up with,” Jensen held up both hands in the air to make air quotes, “that pregnant girl.”
“What else does she know?” Tristan asked willing his hands not to shake.
“Nothing. But it won’t be long before she finds out you’re married. You know how she gets. You need to tell her.”
“I need to tell a lot of people. Doesn’t mean I want to.”
“Ah. If only this was about what you want,” Jensen said in his bored voice. “Would you rather TMZ found out before Savannah did?”
“Fuck. Who’d tell them?” he dropped the reports seriously worried. “That Bob guy? He’s friends with Ava, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t want to see her hurt.”
Jensen shrugged. “They seem to have access to court records and your marriage is registered,” he pointed out.
“Yeah and they’re not the only ones,” Tristan sighed deeply. “Jensen, I need you to find out when everyone is available and organize a sit down dinner for us. We need to talk.”
“Already on it. Tuesday next week seems open for all. Unless Ava decides to attend that special night class with Jimmy Owen. I’m sure you can persuade her this is slightly more urgent though,” Jensen said sifting papers on the desk into order.
“I’m sure I can,” Tristan said absently. “Not looking forward to it though.”
Jensen actually reached forward and patted Tristan on the shoulder commiseratingly.
“All the more reason to do it as soon as possible,” he said.
Tristan sighed again.
“Oh and you need to call Savannah; she’s left five messages already.”
*****
“Hello,” Tristan heard her say as his call was picked up.
“Hey Savannah, how are you doing?”
“Not great. My fiancé asked me to marry him and then I haven’t seen him for like three months."
“It isn’t three months! More like two,” Tristan said in a small voice. “It's good I have you on the line though because I wanted to invite you for dinner next Tuesday. There’s some things we need to discuss.”
“Indeed there are.”
“Great. So I’ll see you then?”
“Yes.”
*****
“Hello mother.”
“Tristan. This is a surprise.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Oh, I was under the impression that you’d gone radio silent on me. I haven’t heard from or seen you in a while.”
“I’ve been…occupied mother. But I wanted to invite you for
dinner on Tuesday. My place. Savannah is coming too. We need to talk.”
“Indeed we do.”
“So I’ll see you?”
“Of course.”
*****
“Hey babe.”
“Oh. We’re doing babe now? Okay and what shall I call you? Sweetums?”
“Very funny. You have anything going on Tuesday night?”
“I might.”
“Cancel it.”
“Why?”
“It's time.”
“It is?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
*****
Stavros, the chef was on hand to make a dinner worthy of the name. He made some beefsteak tomato, butterhead lettuce, and bacon with blue cheese dressing, black pepper spice-rubbed beef tenderloin, bulgur with herbs, bevy of beans and basil and for desert there were berries and buttermilk puddings. He laid the whole meal out so it was easy to serve and then took off as Tristan asked him to. His mother arrived first, seven on the dot and immaculate.
“Mother, how nice to see you,” Tristan said as he kissed her cheek.
“You as well. Now, where is this girl you’re allegedly living with?” she asked.
Tristan stepped back so that his mother could see Ava, dressed simply in a Diane Von Furstenberg shift dress and gold sandals. Her hair was spread over her shoulders in a down swept style with a bejeweled clip pinning it on one side. Her pregnancy was just starting to show and she looked calm and composed.
“Hello Mrs. Carrington,” she said.
Cleo nodded her greeting and then swept past her to the living room. Ava and Tristan exchanged glances and then followed her. They had barely stepped into the living room when the doorbell rang again. Tristan turned right around to go and open it.
“Savannah,” he said trying to sound pleased. His eyes moved beyond her. “And…your parents,” he said with a sinking heart. “Great.”
He let them in and ushered them to the living room where Ava and Cleo were waiting. Savannah stopped short at the threshold when she caught sight of Ava, her mouth fell open a little bit.
“Who..?” she began to ask.
Ava and Tristan exchanged another glance then Ava stepped forward and held out her hand, “Hi. I’m Ava Richards. Pleased to meet you.”
Savannah looked down at her hand skeptically then took it. “Savannah Leicester,” she said, looking as if she smelled something really bad just beneath her nose. Ava shook her hand and stepped back, ceding the stage to Tristan.
“Shall we sit?” he said. “I do believe dinner is ready for us. Follow me.”
He took Ava’s hand on his left and his mother’s on his right and led them to the dining room. They were two place settings short which Jensen quickly remedied. He invited them to sit as he announced the entrée.
“Thank you Jensen,” Tristan said gesturing for them all to sit. Savannah took the seat on his right and her parents opposite her. Cleo took a seat on the other end of the table so Ava sat down next to Savannah for lack of anywhere else to sit. Jensen brought in the first course and they all tucked in, eating in silence until Savannah’s mother looked up at Tristan.
“So Tristan, you haven’t told us who Ava is,” she said.
He nodded his head, “And I will. But let’s eat first,” he said. They made small talk for the rest of the meal and then retired to the den for coffee and desert. Tristan stood up in the middle of the room, looking everyone in the eye.
“So I want to thank you for your patience. I know you must all have a lot of questions for me right now. I’m going to attempt to give you answers. The first thing that everyone needs to know is that I had asked Savannah to marry me a few months ago; however in the course of routine medical tests carried out thereafter, it turned out that I was possibly sterile. I informed Savannah of this and she decided to think about whether she would still be willing to be my bride. However in my anger and grief, I went looking for…solace in a stranger’s arms.”
Savannah’s eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed in annoyance. Ava took a drink of water. Cleo sighed and shook her head. Savannah’s parents were rapt.
“Well, long story short, what was supposed to be a weekend at a rock festival turned into…conception. I’m happy to inform you that Ava and I are expecting a baby.”
There was a small eruption of sound as everyone started talking at the same time.
“Can I finish?” Tristan asked in a tone a little louder than everyone in the room. The others kept quiet.
“Well, I thought long and hard about what to do, in consultation with others. I listened to advice and then I came to a decision. I was a man who has been granted a miracle I never expected. I could turn my back on it, do the politically correct thing and marry the ‘right’ bride or I could grab my fate in both hands and accept the miracle.” Tristan held his hand out to Ava.
“I chose the latter,” he said as she came to put her hand in his.
The second eruption of sound was louder, more outraged, upset and likely to result in grievous injury to somebody. Tristan was willing to take the hits, just as long as they left Ava out of it. Cleo was the only one still sitting in her chair as if frozen, not participating in the conversation at all.
Savannah’s father was going on about embarrassing his family and his daughter and what she was owed. Her mother was lamenting about what she would tell her friends. Savannah was stating most emphatically that she would not be made a fool of. It was all very stressful.
“It's already done,” Tristan managed to get in edgewise. “We’re already married.”
That shut everyone up.
“I beg your pardon?” Cleo said into the silence.
Tristan turned to her, “Mother, meet your daughter in law, Ava.” Ava gave a sheepish wave and a small smile.
Cleo stared emptily at her, as if she was simply an optical illusion that would disappear in a moment.
“Cleo,” Savannah said voice breaking, “Are you going to stand for this?”
Cleo stood up, “I think we should leave. Sleep on it. Reconvene on the morrow in my office where we can discuss terms.”
Everyone stared at her as she picked up her purse and headed for the door. “Savannah,” she called, “Come.”
Savannah followed her erstwhile mother-in-law out the door and her parents followed her leaving Tristan and Ava on their own.
Ava inhaled deeply, “Well. That went about as well as expected.”
“Yeah. It's not over though.”
“The worst is done. At least now they know,” Ava said.
“Yeah,” he turned to her and smiled, holding out his hand, “Bed?”
Ava took his hand and let him guide her to bed. Once showers were taken and make up removed, they climbed into bed, and sat facing each other.
“So…tomorrow,” Tristan said.
“I’m guessing it's going to be intense.”
“Yeah. I think if we’re going to get out in one piece, we need to present a united front.”
“Uh huh. United front. Got it.”
“And to that end, I want to talk about the pre-nup. I know we said three years but do you really want to keep to that timeline? Because personally, I’m really enjoying this marriage.”
Ava laughed, “Okay, but what about the whole, ‘You can’t do my daughter like that’ and all that other shiznit those cats were spouting?”
“Well, if you’re willing for us to be in this together, well so am I. We’ll deal with what comes as a unit.”
Ava pondered his words, “A unit sounds nice.”
“Doesn’t it? Let’s do it.”
“Okay, let’s do it.”
*****
Tristan worried because his mother did not attempt to contact him prior to the meeting. It didn’t bode well for them. Ava came out of the bathroom, looking pale and ill and Tristan wondered if he should leave her behind.
“Don’t even think about it,” she said.
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It was like she read his mind sometimes. Theoretically this should worry him but he was totally fine with it.
“I think I might be in love with you,” he said.
“Aww, that’s cute.”
“Nothing you want to say to me?”
“Nope.”
They arrived at The Group offices just before eight in the morning. Cleo was already waiting and they were ushered in by Tamara without much fuss.
“You could have told me you got married,” she began as soon as they stepped in the door.
“I could have. But then I thought it's better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.”
“You are so like your father,” Cleo said shaking her head. It was never a compliment when she said that.
“Thank you mom,” he replied.
Cleo sighed, “Look, what’s done is done and I see why you did what you did. However, we still have to deal with the fallout in a way that is the least damaging to everyone.”
“We?”
“Yes. We. Do you think I would choose anyone else over you?” Cleo glanced at Ava and then away again. Tristan held out his hand to Ava so she could take it.
“Well, we’re a package deal now mom.”
Cleo nodded, “I understand that.”
“And you’re okay with it?”
Cleo studied Ava critically, and then she smiled, “I did say you were interesting didn’t I?”
The end.
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