Water flecked on my greasy skin, peeling layer after layer of dirt, sweat and other things I couldn’t name. I didn’t know whether the water was too hot or if it was my body that had grown accustomed to cold wipe-downs, but my concealed skin was reddening by the minute below all the crass. If the steam fogging the small space was any sign, I’d say it was the water was rather sizzling.

While I was lost with myself, hands prowled every inch of my body, scrubbing and robbing me clean. My eyes found themselves a wonderful picture to look at. Behind the window, the world kept ongoing; a curious deer crossed the road, its eyes gawking at me while doing so, faded into the blizzard. Just looking at the temperamental nature throwing a tantrum made me shiver. My mind searched for the last time I had a shower and washed my hair thoroughly. Ten frisky fingers massaged my scalp, rendering me breathless with solace. They moved in deliciously in between my freshly trimmed locks. Shifting between the comfort of my mind, my head stuck high in the clouds, and the physical world added to my already exhausted state. Each time I came back down, I had to piece the puzzle of what was happening. I was mothered like a disobedient kid; my teeth were vigorously brushed for six minutes and my nails were cut short. My hair was tidied without my knowledge, as well as my too-long beard and my bushy pubs.

While being somewhat agitating, I didn't mind being whisked around like a rag doll. It was exactly what I pictured a day at the spa to be like, not that I had any experience to speak for, but I heard enough praise of the wonder of self-care days the women of the household indulge weekly.

Minutes after I slipped into the bath with my Baby, I turned to mush. I was beyond relaxed, slumping against the freestanding tub with my eyes threatening to close at any moment. The only thing keeping me awake was the touch of my love. Rory's body was firm under my hands. Her muscles were much more defined and toned than when I left. She was an intellect, not a gym bro like me. I would say she used a couch potato. She still had a lean physic, but some of her curves were gone. My Angel's stomach was flat and her core muscles were still very delicate, but very much apparent. The thighs I fantasized about during puberty didn't hold the same thickness. They were still very juicy but slimmer. The only thing that remained was Rory's prominent hips, perk bottom, and downy chest.

Rory was a sight sent from heaven. And how I longed for it. I gather my Heart in my lap, wanting to connect with my soulmate. As if she belonged - here in my arms, against my chest - she closed the distance separating us and pressed herself against me so we could melt together. Her fingertips travelled soothingly from my chest to the back of my neck, lingering a little on my shoulders. My grip on her hips tightened, making it certain that light bruises flourished on her pale skin, and that she’d bare my marks.

We kept looking into each other eyes, attesting our effervescent love in quiet. A delighted smile embellished Sweet Cheeks’ features as I unconsciously caressed the small of her back. Rory inched closer with a slow, indulgent pace until our noses bumped together. She maintained eye contact, letting me peek at her soul, hungry, needy and willing to submit her body in mind for me. I was galvanized by what I saw in them, and so was my Baby. Her excitement rubbed on my thigh occasionally, radiating heat against my skin. Our lips met after agonizing seconds, minutes, or hours. I did not know. My notion of time was distorted. The softness of her lips sent me haywire, making me ache for more, wrapping my arms snugly around her, preventing her from escaping me as my lips parted, probing her mouth open with my tongue. My love whimpers and mewls drove me wild, an impetus to continue exploring with my wet muscle, which she had a hard time accommodating in her mouth. Her inexperience showed when she tried to replicate the movements of my tongue, but her eagerness and cuteness made it the best make-out session I ever had. The mixture of our drool coated her lips and chin. Rory was a sloppy kisser, and that pried a feral growl of pure ecstasy springing low in my throat that surged when she sucked on my fat tongue with all her might.

I had to yank her by the hair for her to cease snugging me to death. Her hazy gaze, puffy lips and eagerness to please were sinfully alluring, making it much harder to control myself.

“Princess. As much as I want you to suck my soul out of my body, I don’t have the energy to get hard right now. Hey. Hey, Baby, look at me. I want you more than you could ever know, but the shagging will be for another time.” Her pouting face didn’t look pleased in the least. “We can still snuggle,” I added for good measure.

“NO! I want Daddy’s dick!” While I enjoyed her moments of brattiness, I was in no shape to indulge her.

“Babydoll, it’s snuggles or nothing. And if you keep this up, it’s ten spanks per misbehaviour.” Her displeased little ass hid in the crook of my neck and mumbled gibberish. “Speak up, Buttercup.”

She shifted her head, her breath ghosted my neck softly. Begrudgingly, she repeated. “Snuggles then.” We swiftly got out of the bath. Rory was too impatient for cuddles, although being adamant at first. Before I could dry myself with the previously laid out towels, she snatched it out of my hands and hurriedly patted me down, doing so with utmost focus. Amused, I let myself be taken care of.

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We made it to bed, only after we extended the couch and unfolded the bedding, and Sugarplum wasted no time nestling in my arms. Her back faced me as she made herself smaller, cozying up with the quilt. My oversized shirt rode up with all her tossing, leaving her bottom bare for my lecherous hands to fondle and appreciate her curves. My hand stopped in between her inner thighs. I gave it a squeeze, enjoying the soft flesh. Her response was immediate. Her hips wriggled onto my crotch.

“Baby Love, behave.” My lips kissed behind her ear, which flushed at the tip. I darted my tongue to tease my unquenchable Bunny. A stifling moan broke out of the sensitive girl, putting a stop to my taunting. She took several deep breaths to calm herself down. I could tell by the way her back moved. Meanwhile, I buried my nose in her ebony hair, focusing on her warmth.

“I am happy that no one was seriously injured.” Darling's voice was hushed, barely above a whisper.

Amy had been shot earlier. Fortunately, the arrow was not poisoned nor did it sink deep in her flesh. It was a sufficiently simple ordeal to handle, except for Amy. It had been an emotional two hours after that. Everyone was coming down from their scarce, hugging and crying. Rory, who had been driving. The moment her foot left the accelerator had fat tears rolling down her face. She sobbed for a while. I was still exploring the double-decker when Milo raced to get me, going on about my sister having a meltdown. Once I made my way back to the first floor, to the driver's area, my sight settled on a scared Lovebug holding the steering wheel like a buoy keeping her from drowning. The sight angered me, I had to go and wander around without making sure my love was alright. I scooped her up once I got her to let go of the wheel and moved us to the couch further back into the bus.

Rory didn't let go of me, even after emptying all the water in her body. She latched onto me while everyone went to wash up, ate, and then went to bed. I had to bribe her into showering together, and when our clothes were off, she pampered me. It was an experience I relished, the feeling of being indulged was foreign but incredible.

“Yeah me too, Baby.” She must have been on the hedge for a while. How long did she search for me? “Babe, when did you start searching for me?”

“One month and seventeen days, Why?”

“I was just wondering how long you bottled your anxiety. You had a pretty serious breakdown earlier.” She just hummed in acknowledgement.

“ 'm sleepy... and hungry.”

“I offered you to eat, Sweetheart, you said no,” I recalled her, I wouldn't put it past her to blame me for being hungry.

“I know.” She turned her head around, her inquisitive eyes looking into mine. “Daddy?”

“Yeah, Baby?”

She pondered for a minute before saying; “I missed you a lot. And... and, I wanted to tell you I love you.” She rendered me speechless. My mouth searched for the sweetness of her lips while I gathered my wits.

“Rory. You, you are my most precious blessing from Heaven.” She turned back, blushing furiously. “I missed you too. I thought of you every day, hoping to hold, kiss, and talk to you one more time. You have no idea how happy I am to finally be able to make you mine, Angel. To take all of you.”

“I can't wait.”

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The ray of sunshine wakes me up from my slumber, as well as unbridled chatter. I tried to go back to sleep. The bed was so comfortable. The quilt was warm and fluffy. The sheets were nice and soft. That was the best sleep I had in a long time. I grabbed a pillow to bloke the nuisances disturbing my rest. When it didn't work, my hand pawed the mattress in search of my Baby Love only to find the spot next to me cold and empty once again. Like an ice shower, it woke me right up. I jolted up. My sleep-heavy eyelids had a hard time unglueing themselves. Assaulted by the bright light, it fogged my vision further. As the figures refined, I looked at the origin of the commotion.

“The sleeping Prince is awake.” My friend's jab was ignored, I squinted to see a familiar black tresses behind the pilot seat. Relief flooded my gut. Since I was up, I saw no point in going back to sleep anymore. Getting out of bed slowly, I retrieved and folded our bedding, then tidied up the couch before appropriating myself the bathroom. First, emptying my bladder, then seizing the toothbrush I used yesterday and the jar of honeyed toothpaste. I brushed my teeth while looking at my reflection. Bunny had done a fine job cleaning me up. I looked much more presentable.

Loud gasps and exclamations could be heard from where I was. Annoyed, I opened the door and walked to the racket with a heavy gait. The party was gathering at the front of the bus going 'Ou!' 'Ah!'. As I was about to yell at them to shut up, I caught sight of whatever had them in awe.

I almost had a second heart attack in less than forty-eight hours. My mouth gaped, causing my toothbrush to fall on the floor with a blaring thump.

Holly, molly fucking shit!