"You are always such a surprise. You sure that was your first time?" Rhodes comments out of the blue, breaking the silence that had fallen between us, both of us trying to catch our breath after being reunited. If I had known that he was coming back early I would have at least shaved my legs, or cleaned the house; his museum is cluttered with my junk.
"Yes, I'm sure," I let out a giggle in response. I still can't quite believe I've done it, and that it actually went well. Boy, how embarrassed would I have been if he had said that he didn't want me to do it.
"What made you decide you wanted to?" Rhodes asks, his chest rising and falling in steady waves now, even with the weight of my head lying on top of it. My eye level allows me to closely examine one of the birds inked on his skin.
In truth, it had been a mildly drunk discussion with Poppy. She was pretty wicked drunk while I was on the way there, and she became pretty inquisitive about my sex life. Granted she always had been interested in it even when there wasn't one. But now I had one and I was nearly drunk so I gave her answers against my now sober better judgment. When I told her I didn't know what he 'tasted like' she encouraged me that it's something that men really love. And ever since she said that, it had been nagging at me; why hadn't he asked me to? Did he want me to? Or was he getting someone else to do it? I don't want to lose him just because I'm not sexually adventurous. So I forced myself into asking if I could. And I'm quite happy with the result; he seemed happy and really it wasn't the worst thing in the world.
But instead of telling him this, I shrug. "I don't know, you always look after me so..." I trail off, tracing my index finger along the wing of the bird and feeling it carry me off.
"Well, you do look after me. I hope you didn't feel pressured," he replies quietly. I'm sure he isn't a huge fan of me tickling his chest with my soft touch but he doesn't make me stop.
"No, of course not, I didn't feel any pressure at all," I reply, bringing my gaze up to meet his. He's never pressured me when it comes to sex; I've more felt pressure from him in other ways. Go here, do this, dress like that, behave like this. But that's not happened for a while, well there was that whole 'forget school come to New York' thing.
"How come you came back early?" I ask him after a moment or two. He's only back like a day and a bit early, but still. I hope nothing went wrong while he was over there.