This music video is completely random, but the song is an accurate intro soundtrack to this post.
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‘I’m so annoyed with this essay. I literally know nothing about it and everything I’ve written is absolute bollocks.’ I moaned to Dale as we walked hand in hand swiftly through the brisk night air.
‘That’s really frustrating.’ He agreed.
‘I thought it would be a good topic to do since it’s clearly relevant to my course and so learning about something I wasn’t even aware I was suppose to have any kind of academic grasp on would be beneficial, but now I realise I didn’t study it before because it’s shit.’ He squeezed my hand, keeping my balance for me as I kept talking whilst simultaneously wobbling along the cobblestone path in my high heeled boots. ‘It’s just rubbish. And the topic they’ve given asks for something that there is maybe one example of anywhere. Ugh.’ I tripped, and Dale caught me before I actually stumbled, but we kept walking as if nothing had happened. He was use to my clumsiness and the fact that I tend to walk through life a bit like a three year old, stumbling every minute or so. Heels tended to make things much worse. The grasp of his giant hand around mine made me confident I could saunter around on cobblestone at any pace I wished though. The architects of the city clearly didn’t have women wearing heels in mind when they manufactured the roads. They also didn’t have the technology for cement I feel, so fair enough.
Dale took his turn moaning about his course. ‘I literally read 500 pages of articles before my first lecture this morning. At ten.’ He said, running his free hand through his hair in exasperation. ‘Sorry. Sorry. I should stop complaining.’
‘This is nothing.’ I said, remembering Grey’s daily moan about every-thing. ‘But yeah, let’s talk about something else besides our miserably difficult courses.’
‘Agreed. What should we talk about?’
‘Sex? And how much we’re going to have later?’ I offered.
Dale smiled and let out a laugh. ‘Oh! That reminds me, I have, have,’ he repeated for emphasis, ‘to buy condoms before we go home later.’
‘It’s okay. I’ve got a box of them in my bag.’ I said, winking at him.
He laughed again and squeezed my hand. A few seconds later he said, ‘I can literally only think of sex right after you've told me that. Do you want to go home now?’
I laughed. ‘No! I want dinner, I’m absolutely starving. You’ve made me wait days for sex before, I think you can last a couple of hours.’
He groaned. ‘I guess.’
‘We could go do it behind that tree over there really quickly.’ I said, nodding my head in the direction of a park.
‘Too cold!’
‘True. But now you can’t say I didn’t at least give you the chance.’
‘It’s an enticing idea, but since you’ve mentioned dinner I’ve been struggling to figure out whether I’m more turned on or hungry.’
‘I’m absolutely more turned on right now, but you know how I get when I’m hungry.’
He groaned again. ‘Can’t we just get take away?’
‘Look, we’re here. Let’s just get this over with so we can go get naked and horizontal.’
He laughed as he held the door open for me. We sat down and tried do decide our culinary future. We started with drinks and decided to share a bottle of wine, even though I like white and he likes red. He pretended not to mind and ordered a bottle of white, but luckily the house white was decent. We refrained from chat about our courses and talked about music, and the summer, and our pets back home.
‘I can’t wait to go home for Easter.’ I said. 'I miss my dog.'
He nodded in agreement as he chewed his food. ‘It’s so nice not having to worry about things like cooking and washing up as well,’ he said once he’d swallowed.
‘It must be a real delight for your mum having you around.’ I said, sarcastically.
‘She loves it.’
‘Oh, I bet. Who wouldn’t love taking care of a grown man?’
He got this shocked look on his face like he’d just remembered that he left the tap running or something. ‘Oh! My mum makes this ah-MAZING pudding on Easter. Oh! I can’t wait.’
I laughed at his sudden and overwhelming enthusiasm. ‘I can’t wait for a cream egg.’
‘Why don’t we just go buy one after dinner?’
I frowned. ‘No! It has to be on Easter. Tradition.’
‘You’re well strange.’
‘I know. You’re pretty weird yourself.’
‘I. Am. Aware.’ He said matter-of-factly.
We talked and laughed and drank some more before remembering what we almost abandoned our dinner plans for. As we walked back to college he began the same speech he gave every time we went home together about his morning plans.
‘I have to – have to – leave by 8:30 in the morning.’
‘Okay.’ I said, nonchalantly. On a side note, are you aware that chalantly is not a word. You can only be nonchalant. You cannot be chalant. How can you be ‘non’ something that doesn’t even exist? This is the kind of thing that really grinds my gears. Diversion over. ‘That works because I have a lecture at ten and will need to go home and change. All my coursemates already saw me in this outfit today, I can only show up in outfits clearly from the night before once a week.’ He smiled and pulled me closer, his hand resting on my hip.
We made it back to his room and he left me alone to go use the toilet. I undressed, flinging my shoes and clothes into a pile on the floor until I was down to my pants and bra. I grabbed a random article off the floor near his bed and started reading it as I waited for him to return. It was complicated and wordy. I threw it back on the floor and right as I was about to search for more reading material, Dale walked in. He took one look at me, half-naked on his bed, and said, ‘That’s so hot.’
I laughed and stretched my arms out towards him. In a matter of strides he went from the doorway to on top of me. As we began kissing I wrapped my hands around his neck and he ran his hand down my side. I paused for a moment and made a bit of a pained expression.
‘Are you okay?!’ He asked, startled.
‘Your belt is digging into my hip.’
‘Oh! Sorry! So sorry!’ He said, propping himself up.
I laughed again – as has become quite obvious, that’s our typical reaction to whatever the other says. ‘It’s okay, but why don’t you just take your clothes off? Easy solution.’
He smiled, then kissed me before getting up to undress. Once he was down to his pants he paused and said, ‘Would you rather have sex tonight or in the morning?’
I looked at him, confused, and said, ‘Why can’t we do both?’
He flashed his massive grin at me and dropped his pants before getting back into bed. We continued kissing and he reached around my back, grabbing the clasp of my bra whilst snapping it open in one swift movement. He kissed me along my jaw line and down my collarbone, each area tingling at any ounce of contact from his lips.
It has to be said that there are simply some people with whom you are inherently compatible with physically, and some with whom you are not. The lines between lust and love are easily blurred, but I can honestly say that no one has ever made me happier in and out of the bedroom than Dale.
‘You are so beautiful.’ He said as we continued kissing.
I slipped out of what little clothes I had left on and as things began heating up Dale exhaled and whispered, ‘I love you.'
I froze and pulled away immediately. ‘What?!’
He looked me in the eyes, slightly confused. ‘Uh, how does that feel?’ He repeated.
‘Oh.’ I said, and felt a momentary twinge of disappointment that he hadn’t said what I thought I’d heard.
‘Does it feel okay?’ He asked, kissing my cheek.
I nodded quickly, pressing my lips to his for confirmation, and to prevent further conversational confusion.
Some time later we were lying, breathless and wrapped around each other. I kissed him on the cheek and he ran his hand mindlessly up and down my back before we passed out in that position.
Whenever Dale and I spend the night together I purposely set my alarm for about forty-five minutes earlier than I’d like to get up for what I assume to be apparent reasons. My phone began buzzing above my head the next morning and I grabbed it quickly, turning off the alarm. I ran my hand across Dale’s waist in hopes that it would turn him on and wake him up. Job done. It’s really too easy sometimes.
After we finished our wake up call he asked me what time it was. I reached for my phone. ‘8:20. You have ten minutes before you have to go.’
He smiled at me and kissed me. ‘Right! Time to get on with the day, as much as I’d love to do this all day.’
‘Not a bad way to start the day.’
‘Not at all.’ He kissed me again and then got up.
‘Where are my pants?’ He bent down and picked them up then turned and tossed them to me. ‘Cheers my dear.’
‘Do you like this pair?’ I said, standing up and turning around to model them.
‘They’re well sexy.’
‘You’re well sexy.’
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him again. We kissed for a moment before he pulled away. ‘No! I have to, have to go!’
I smiled and said, ‘Fine!’ in feigned exasperation. ‘If you must.’ I exhaled.
‘I must.’
We finished getting dressed and then made our way out the door. ‘Want me to walk you back?’
I smiled and laughed. ‘I think I’ll manage, I live right there.’ I said, pointing to where I live. ‘Besides, it’s 8:35! You have to go!’ I mocked.
‘I do!’ He kissed me and we parted ways.
And that, my friends, is a brief snippet into what has been going on for the last month.
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And this is another classic tune which is an appropriate concluding soundtrack.
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