At Home

His muscles groaned as he rolled off of Wren, and the soft warmth of the bed was very inviting. There was something soft and silky beneath his back, and he guessed it to be the little black outfit. He couldn't wait to see her try on these things.

Although he knew he should get up and start making dinner, his body just wanted to sleep. Instead, he forced himself to rise. He stood next to the bed a moment and stretched. His muscles protested, but finally conceded to the fact that it felt damn good. He pulled his pants back on and shuffled off into the kitchen.

"I wonder if Wren has any idea about how much of a sex drive I have," he thought to himself as he poured himself a glass of grape Kool-Aid. Even the slightest things could turn him on completely; on more than one occassion, he'd been so aroused by his date merely tossing her hair over her shoulder that he'd dragged her into the men's restroom and fucked her senseless in one of the stalls. Hell, even today when Wren came home... the way she'd leaned against the counter, showing off that little bit of flat, smooth belly had led to... well, this.

Wren will have to be careful about what she wears or does, otherwise she's going to find herself living with an insatiable fiend.

Drev pushed the thought away before anything more could arise from such lewd thoughts. He rummaged through his cabinets and fridge, but didn't find anything that looked appetizing enough to put forth the effort of making it. So he grabbed the few menus he'd collected so far, and put them on the counter. Wren could choose what she wanted, since he wasn't that picky.

Her shower finished, Wren walked, wrapped in a big fluffy towel, to her room. Her eyes widened slightly at the mess they'd made. The carefully laid out lingerie was crumpled and strewn all over the bed. Her clothes lay in a heap on the floor and there were a few small drops of...something on her floor. She picked the clothes up and put them in the laundry basket she'd claimed and put all of the new things into a small pile at the foot of her bed to take care of later. She pulled panties, camisole and yoga pants out of the dresser.

Pulling the towel off her body and used it to wipe up the spots on the floor. She dressed and returned to the bathroom to run a comb through her hair. It hung wet and dripping against her back, and she'd need to change her shirt again in a bit, but she didn't feel like blow drying it or drying it better just to recomb it. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment and wondered at the look in her eyes. She'd never seen that soft glow under the icy blue before and it fascinated her.

Shaking her head and chuckling at herself she left the bathroom and joined Drev in the kitchen.

"So what's for dinner?"

Leaning against the counter, sipping grape Kool-Aid, Drev looked up from the mail he'd been reading. "Damnit," he thought to himself when he saw Wren. "She's sexy as fuck even when she doesn't try. Or maybe that's why she's so appealing..."

"I don't really feel like making anything, so you can check out these menus and we can order whatever bloats your goat." He gave her a smile and pushed off from the counter. "Best not to look at her too long," he told himself. Out of nowhere, he remembered their lack of protection both times they'd made love so far. Should he bring it up with her? She didn't seem to be too concerned about it. Was she sterile, too? Or had the thought just not crossed her mind? Maybe he should bring it up just to get it out of the way. There was really no reason not to.

"By the way," he said as he poured himself another glass of Kool-Aid, "I thought you should probably know that I'm sterile."

"Way to go, Captain Abrupt."

"Sounds good to me." Wren pushed the menus around on the counter reading the names of the places and the first few items on the menu, one hip resting against the counter so that it dug into her hip bone just a little.

"By the way, I thought you should probably know that I'm sterile."

She turned her head and stared at him. "What?"

'Sterile? Meaning what?' Her eyebrows knitted as she tried to figure out what he was talking about. Wren's not so sheltered that she doesn't know how a baby is made or what that warm goo traveling down her leg was, it just never occurred to her to care, or to worry. 'Oh good lord, I hadn't even thought about that. Disease, pregnancy, God sex has many more scary parts then just pain."

"Um, thanks for telling me. Should I ask when your last HIV test was too?"

She pushed away from the counter and turned her whole body to face him.

Shit... was she pissed? Did she not want to think about it? Arg.

"I'm clean, too," He said matter-of-factly as he put the pitcher back in the fridge and turned to meet her stern gaze. "I'm sorry if I brought up a messy subject, but I thought we should discuss it in a controlled situation, rather than you freaking out in the middle of the night." His stance softened, and a warm smile curled his lips. "I assure you, you have nothing to worry about from me."

"Freak out in the middle of the night? You don't know me well enough to know what freaks me out in the middle of the night."

She was angry now, but not at his or her lack of responsiblity, but at his assumption that she was some flighty woman that picked the middle of the night to get up set about things. Granted he'd hit a lot of her buttons and had seen her do a lot of crying, but he didn't know shit about what would cause her to freak out in the middle of the night. Wren really wasn't much of a crier, not that she could prove that since she'd done just that every day that he's known her.

"Controlled situation means the other party is expecting this kind of thing. Wren I think we need to talk about contraception. Or how about I noticed you didn't say anything about protection. I just wanted you to know I'm sterile and you needn't worry.

I'm more than happy to talk about these kinds of things, but I don't care to be told that you wanted a fucking controlled situation so I won't freak out in the middle of the night, a more apt word would be the middle of sex. I'm not some simpering teenager that is going to say 'Oh no stop, you don't have a condom.' I'm old enough to know the consequences of my actions.

It seems to me that you've decided that everything is going to turn me into a pile of tears in your lap. It won't. I'm a survivor Drev. I'm quite capable of having a discussion with out freaking out."

She'd some how managed to keep her voice even and low, she could not, however, keep the anger from her words. She didn't really want to be angry at Drev, but damned if she was going to be treated like some idiot airhead that didn't have a clue how to hold a mature conversation about very real subjects.

Drev listened to her tirade stoically, and couldn't help himself from taking a defensive mental stance. He also couldn't deny the attraction he was feeling. The strength and confidence was rolling off her in waves, and Drev found that more alluring than anything.

But she was right. He had assumed too much about her before he knew enough.

"Know what happ'ns when you assume, boy?"

"Yeah, I know. And..."

"I'm sorry," Drev said in an easy, comfortable tone. "you're totally right, and I'm sorry. I respect you more than you might realize, mostly because I've been through similar episodes in my life. I don't know where that lapse came from, but now that I'm thinking about it, I can hardly believe I did that." Sighing, Drev leaned his butt against the counter and ran a hand through his dreads to shake them out a bit. He wasn't sure if he was talking more for his or Wren's benefit,
but he didn't think it mattered.

"I respect you for what you've been through, and all I want to do is help you get over it once and for all. All that shit you've told me about... your past... pissed me off more than you might believe. I wanted to show you that not all guys are creeps and that sex didn't have to be a bad thing. I would have kept my cock in my pants if that had been what you'd wanted, because I respect you that much. But when you opened yourself to me, that meant a lot. It still does. Hell, it's only gotten better.

"But if I've ruined that by my lapse of maturity, I'm sorry. There are so many things I would love to show you, but if you'd rather kick me in the balls, I'll take it like a man and give you your space."

Wren wanted to hang on to her anger for some reason, even though she didn't want to be angry. It was puzzling. The only other person that had ever made her feel like that was her mom. She could get so angry with her and say all kind of horrible things and her mom would diffuse it just like Drev was doing. It was a bit disconcerting, but it was also comforting to know that there was someone else she could trust to make right their mistakes. So she gave him the answer she'd always given her mom.

"Thank you."

She smiled at him, and let her arms uncross from beneath her breasts.

"I'm not a fan of kicking men in the balls, so we'll let that go for now. Drev, I've spent my life afraid of men, you've given me the opportunity to no longer be afraid. You've shown me in just three days that I can enjoy the company of a man who is not gay, married or related to me. I would hate to loose that because you underestimated me.

I've come to realize that I want to learn everything there is about you. You are a mystery to me and I look forward to figuring you out. I hope that we are able to form a relationship of mutual trust and respect, in which we neither underestimate or over expect things from each other.

I don't expect you to fulfill the role of "The One" for me, I don't even know if that's a possibility in my life. I do however expect you to be open and honest and willing to talk to me about whatever is concerning you regarding our relationship."

She wasn't sure if she should cross the kitchen and hug him, or leave physical contact out of the equation for now. Though the need for his arms to comfort her was overwhelming and she wasn't sure how to take that either.

"Deal," he said with a smile. He wanted to go over and hug her and kiss her and nibble her neck, but she might not want physical contact right now.

"I do have a couple concerns, however, if we're going to be mature, responsible, and sexually active adults." His face became stern, but the mischievous sparkle remained in his eyes. "I don't want you to hold back anything you may be... feeling, even if you think I'm not in the mood. I'm always in the mood. And secondly, if you're going to keep wearing tight little shirts like that," he went on, pushing off from the counter and walking slowly over to her, "you're not allowed to be surprised when I grab your tits unexpectedly." As much as he wanted to grab them now, he refrained, waiting for her reaction.

She lifted an eyebrow at him, but couldn't help but smile.

"Great I get stuck in sweat shirts and flannel pajamas, because you can't keep your hands to yourself."

She gave him a good natured smack on his arm, and turned back to the menus on the counter. "Perv." She mumbled under her breath and bit her lip to keep from laughing. What was it that made her want to follow up being upset with laughing?

"This sub shop sounds good. That ok with you?"

Drev winced and flinched good-naturedly from the smack on his arm, but kept coming toward her. He set his glass on the counter.

"Subs sound fine," he said as his hands slipped around Wren's slender waist. He pulled her back against his body as he bent his head to kiss the base of her neck. She smelled vital and warm. "I don't think sweats and flannel will do you any good, either," he said with a chuckle. His hands rose and cupped her full breasts as his tongue drew slow spirals over her neck. He felt, more than heard her gasp. Her nipples grew stiff as he circled them with his middle fingers.

"...Need to... order food..." Wren tried to protest around her labored breathing, but Drev didn't slow.

"Phone's right there," he said between soft kisses just behind her ear. "And I won't make a sound." He pinched her swelling nipples and added, "I promise."

Wren took a full breath and pushed him away from her with her butt. She turned around when his hands went to the counter to keep himself close. She crossed her arms under her breasts and smiled at him.

"You, sir, are a cad, an insatiable cad."

She put her hands on his chest and pushed him up right. She knew he let her, as if he'd wanted to stay where he was she would not have been able to move him. Strength was something he had an abundance of. Laughing she put a finger to the center of his chest.

"Now you stay there. I'm going to order food, then I'm going to go change into a dry top."

She started to turn back around, stopped looked him dead in the eyes and fought her smile. "Stay."

Giggling she picked up the phone and called the sub shop. She ordered two grilled chicken subs with all the vegetables they had, and their signature dressing. She figured it wouldn't be a signature if it sucked. She gave the address and phone number, then hung up. She had had to fight to keep from turning around and telling Drev to stay four separate times during her brief call. She stood with her lips between her teeth trying to keep from laughing like a loon.

"Oh are you gonna get it!" Being pushed away like that only seemed to make him want her more. Those yoga pants... damn. They made her ass look incredible. He had a nearly undeniable urge to bend her over the table, pull those yummy yummy pants down, and slide his cock between those firm cheeks... The instant she ended the phone call, his hands went back to her breasts and he pressed his thickening arousal against that tight little butt.

"I think you're going to need help with your shirt..." He said hopefully as he nibbled her earlobe

"You're impossible." She laughed softly, the small nibbles at her ear and neck, felt amazing. She'd seen her friends to things like that and thought 'How can that possibly feel good? Someone slobbering on my neck is not my idea of fun.' She had been wrong. Sighing she pushed against him and ducked under his arms and moved out from the circle of his arms. Still smiling she walked from the kitchen, and toward her room.

Drev could have easily kept her right where she was, but he figured she might not take to kindly to being held in place. He followed a couple steps behind her, his eyes drawn to her ass as she walked.

Was she really not in the mood for sex? Or was she just playing hard-to-get? If she really didn't want his advances, she would have said something specific.

He kept up right behind her, into her room, until she stopped and whirled around on him. "What? I'm going to help you, remember?" he said with an innocent smile before she had a chance to shoo him out.

"Yeah, right and I have wings attached to my lily white ass."

She chuckled and pulled a blue camisole with white clouds on it out of her drawer and set it on top of the dresser. Wrinkling her nose at Drev, she pulled her wet cami up over her head and threw it at him. She picked up the blue top and pulled it on over her head. When her eyes met his again, the look in his eyes made her insides go liquid and things between her thighs clench.

"Wow, how do you do that?"

"Do what?" he asked as he tossed the discarded shirt away and slowly closed the distance between them. His hands went to her sides where he explored the lines of her waist. His eyes were on her body, her lean, healthy, lithe dancer's body. He tugged the bottom of her snug little shirt up a little bit so that a strip of her flat belly was bare, then lifted his hands to her full, round breasts. Hell, he could play with Wren's tits for hours. "I wonder if she'd be up for a nice, hard ride," he wondered silently as he casually fondled her breasts.

"Make my insides all squishy with that look. It's not fair really."

She wasn't sure how she felt about all this casual sexual touching. She'd never been caressed just because, and she wasn't adverse to it, but she needed time to get used to it. She reached up and pushed Drev's hands from beneath her top.

"This is all still so new for me, Drev. We just had sex, then an argument, and now you want sex again. I don't know how I'm supposed to behave right now, but I do know I'm not ready again. You have to give me time to learn how to do this. Okay?"

She took a small breath, and met his gaze. She hoped she hadn't hurt his feelings.

At first, Drev was a confused and a little angered by her words, which to his lust-hazed mind, amounted to "I don't want to fuck right now." But then his rational, mature mind broke through, and he realized that she was right.

It worried him a little bit, how easily his judgement had been impaired by his lust. He would have to keep a tighter leash on that if he didn't want to hurt her.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," he said with a comforting smile. "Dinner will be here soon anyway." He reached up and brushed a lock of hair from her face, and gave her a smooth, warm kiss. It was meant as an "I'll be here when you're ready" kiss, and he hoped she got the message behind it. When he pulled his lips from hers, he turned to leave.

"Want me to try to find a movie to watch while we eat?" he asked as he plopped down on the couch in the living room.

"Thank you." She smiled softly as his lips pulled from hers. He wasn't upset and he had apologized to her. It was all ok, and she was glad for that.

"Yeah, sure, just nothing with Rob Zombie's name on it."

She laughed and went into the bathroom to comb through her drying hair, before joining Drev on the couch.

"Find anything good?"