What's that phrase, cloud nine? I think i am on cloud nine.

When i open my eyes again, i am still on cloud nine.

I look at Marianne, lying beneath me, her back arched, with her head tossed back exposing her neck. Her eyes are shut tightly with her face flushed red, and a prominent protruding vein on her forehead from the center of her hairline to the crease between her brows, that i find so sexy. Her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth to supress the sound of her moans.

We are clearly on cloud nine together.

I think this is a view i will never ever get tired of looking at. We come apart, only to come back together again in an explosion of sensations.

I hurl my own head back, groaning deeply, as i get dangerously close to my release, but i don't want this feeling to end just yet.

I look down and Marianne's head is close to the edge of the bed, again. I shift back a little, pulling her back to the center of the bed with me. She looks back at me now, breathing heavily, her hair sticking to the sheet of sweat on her forehead, all that backtalk now completely gone, and the corners of my lips twitch, trying to withhold my smile.

Her fingers wrap around my forearms, when i lower my forehead to rest against hers, then we start to move again, building up a steady rythym, that picks up spead with time.

"Come for me again baby" i urge her on, when she makes a muffled sound, her muscles squeezing and pulsing around me as her thighs begin to squiver due to her impending climax, and i know i won't be able to hold back my own anymore.

Soon i start to explode. I bury my head in crook of her neck and i release inside her as she comes too.

Silence fills the room as our breathing return to normal and i finally lean back, pulling out of her carefully, already missing how warm and tight she feels.

I walk to where i can only assume is the bathroom. When i come back, she is shifting the sheets and comforter around, trying to get covered up. I join her under the comforter, and lean back against the headboard while she stares up at the ceiling.

"I wanted to ask, how's your father?"she looks at me briefly.

"He is fine, we were lucky, it wasn't very serious" i respond, looking down at her.

"That's good" she whispers.

"Are you tired" I ask, holding her gaze, i don't really feel like sleeping yet, and i am a bit hungry aswell"

"Why?" she blushes...as if her face wasn't red enough already and i chuckle.

"Am hungry....for food" i explain.

She smiles and sits up, the beddings sliping off of her in the process, exposing her breasts briefly before she quickly covers up again, but not before i got a good look and now i am hungry for her too.

"I can make us something to eat if you like"she offers, her voice soft.

"I'll help" i offer too.

She gets up and uses my shirt to cover up as she walks to her closet and picks out a sweater and socks about knee high, and pulls on some underwear aswell.

"I'll be in the kitchen" she says as she walks to the door and exits without another word or even looking back at me.

I don't know if it's shyness, but she seems abit distant now. I hope she isn't regretting what we just shared.

I pick up my jeans from somewhere in the room, put them on and sit down on the bed, running a hand through my tossled hair.

I think about the conversation i had with Nick earlier tonight and sigh.

'What are you doing Ange? I meant what i said, you need to leave Mary alone, she is not going to be one of those girls you fuck around with for a couple of months and then dump without looking back"

"Don't make me sound like a predator Nick, all my entanglements are consential. And my intentions are always very clear from the very beginning." i hit back.

"Look, the girls have bonded and are really close now, Ally cares for her. What happens when the two of you end on a bad note? You will probably ruin their friendship too"

"Wow, this is really funny, coming from the guy that was helping Roman woo her sister" i grunt at the double standards.

"That's different and you know it. Roman cares for Sienna"

"And you think i don't care for Marianne?"

"Do you? Tell me you do and i will back off" he says, looking at me dead in the eye but he is met with silence.

Honestly, i don't know what I feel for her. Lust yes, but i also know i care for her somehow, i really do.

"You make her sound like some really vulnerable little girl that needs protecting, she is an adult Nick. And alot stronger and more stubborn than she plays out infront of all of you"

"It doesn't matter, she has been through some pretty crazy things in the past and i just don't think that she is right for your...... kind of arrangement."

"What things has she been through" i ask, anxiously.

"Look, its not my story to tell. You have issues too and i think that it's better to let sleeping dogs lie and not stir the water"

I stare at him, knowing exactly what he is getting at.

"If this is about claire, i am passed that" i say, knowing that deep down, that's what he is refering to, i don't want to talk about that part of my life and he knows it.

"I didn't say anything"

"You didn't have to. You implied it" i challenge him and he sighs.

"Look, i wouldn't be a good friend if i didn't have this conversation with you, you know i don't interfere with your relationships, but you are hitting really close to home. Besides, are you ready for a real relationship?"

"No" i answer quickly. What he has with Ally is nice and all, but i personally don't have the energy or time for such a serious thing. Besides, Nick has turned into such a kissass lately. It's not my look.

"Then this is clearly not going to work, let it go. It's best for everyone." he says heading to the door.

"Besides, am sure there is a pretty brunette somewhere down stairs you can find that will go out with you with no strings attached." He adds, walking out.

So I stayed up stairs, and tried to clear my head a bit, get the taste of Marianne off my mind. When i walked back down, i made up my mind that Nick was right, but my eyes, looked for her anyway, wanting to see that she was having a good time atleast.

Then i walked away, but everyone bored me to death that night. Until i caught her looking at me.

At that point, i lost control of the situation.

And now i may just have completely fucked up!

I am in control of shit.

I am basically operating on freefall mode here, autopilot.

She has broken almost every rule i had and has got my emotions bouncing around like a yoyo, all over the place.

I am too deeply involved with her to even consider walking away now.

I don't want to.

I look around the room, only now do i become aware of my surroundings, observing her bedroom, no bigger than my ensuite bathroom.

The room is nice though, neatly kept, the bed is comfortable, with a nice view of outside through the window across from it.

I get up and follow her to the kitchen, and stand by the door, watching her.

She is standing by the sink, her back to me. I go to her, wrapping my arms around her, and kiss the back of her head.

"Are you ok?" i ask.

"Mhhhmm, my legs are abit shaky though, but otherwise i am ok" She says softly and i smile against her ear.

"Any regrets?" i ask.

I hold my breathe in anticipation for her answer, I hope she doesn't have, because i don't have any after all, i may not know where this is going or what we really are to each other at this moment, but i am willing to figure it all out with her.

"Yes, i guess. I don't think this was a good idea.." She says as she turns around to face me. My heart stops and i drop my hands from around her.

She must have seen the blood drain from my face because she quickly adds.

"No no, i am just kidding, i am

just pulling your leg" she giggles, putting her hands on her face.

That wasn't in the least bit funny.

"Marianne" i frown, running my fingers through my hair.

"I was getting you back for earlier, the ripped dress" She laughs.

"Come here, shaky legs" i say, lifting her up and placing her on the table.

"Are you ok? seriously" i ask again. She didn't seem fine earlier.

"I am ok" she replies.

"Ok. Stay here, i will finish up" I tell her.

"Do you know how to cook?" she asks lightly. I can tell from the tone of her voice that her mood has picked up.

"Not very well, but i am excellent at following instructions. Just tell me what to do" i say, studying the ingredients she had put out to cook.

"By the way, that, is the description of half naked, and i did not look like that in the dress" she says, refering to me being in her kitchen, in my jeans only.

"Don't remind me" i laugh.

Then she comes up behind me, wrapping her arms around my torso.

"You're distracting me" i murmur.

In response, she kisses my spine, going up as far as she can go on her tip toes. I turn around and back her up against the table and lift her up to sit on surface again and wrap her legs around me.

We kiss, her hands around my neck and in my hair, mine exploring her soft and smooth thighs all the way up to her waist until i find the band of her underwear, and start to pull them down.

"Angelo? Here?"

"Yes here" i respond and she positions her palms on the table behind her to allow herself to rise up off the table to enable the panties to come off of her.

Pushing my jeans down, i roll a condom on me and tip her head back to look at me as i claim her again.

This time, we take it easy, nice and slow, right here on her kitchen table, as i hold her shaky legs tight around me.

*

"Hey, i have got to go. I have a tight schedule today and i need to go home first" i inform her, after waking her up from our peaceful slumber some hours later.

"Ok" she whispers, barely awake.

"Baby, i need you to come and lock up" i try to get her to get up.

"Ok, i will" she says, slumping back onto the pillows.

"Marianne, right now!"

She frowns but gets up anyway.

"Call or text me later" i tell her at the door.

"I don't have your number" She looks up at me.

"Yes you do.....Lock up" I repeat, giving her a quick peck on the mouth and leaving.

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