John

"Holy mother of god"

"Yes, my child" She taunts back making me laugh. Kissing her again I linger, pulling her lip gently with my teeth.

"That was some kind of awesomeness" Her breasts are soft yet firm and I want to taste them again...very soon.

"Mmm hmmm" She flicks my arm and I grab for her, missing her fingers, that is, until she crawls fingers up my chest risking capture.

Fingers held finally, she has her hand over my heart. "It's so cold, I'm going under the blankets again"

Such excuses she has, I pick her hand up and kiss the fingers that held me tight. I draw the blanket up and over us warm as can be "Do you wanna make out some more?"

"Oh yes please Cappy.... Wanna..."

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She looked like a tragic angel that had fought evil.

Tangled and curved in the sheets, wings clipped, foot still blood red, dawn was here and I mused over leaving the beard on the sidetable, then chickened out and stuck it to my face and made my way to her kitchen. 

"Good morning" She hobbled into the kitchen teetering her toes skyward, walking on her heel.

"You should have hollered I would have come to carry you" She ignored my gallant offering, waving me away as she looked about the house.

"It's all clean! Now where did you put my grumpy ole Cappy? Mister Beard" She inquired and smiled tapping me down in search for..... well... in search of me.

I got rid of the glass on the cusp of dawn, attempted to save the pot plants about an hour ago and was now fixing tea and toast for sustenance.

I kissed her, she frowned, tugging my beard carefully. I frowned along with her and went to remove it.

"No! No don't! I'll be bitterly disappointed" She laughed, blue eyes glistening "Well probably not disappointed but I kinda like the dark and mysterious things we do"

I scooped her up as she hobbled about and set her down carefully on the chair "Breakfast madam" I sat the tea beside her, toast in front. "You'll need to move in with me"

"Geez I slammed repeatedly against you, I didn't marry you; Clingy type are you?" The toast was munched as I smirked over the table at her shining teasing eyes, cupid's lips touched with crumbs. She licked her lip, sending me to hell with lusty thoughts.

"Warn me if you dart that tongue of yours out of that super mouth again, and no, you have three windows broken and there must be a leak as there was a puddle in the hall"

She swung her hand down in the negative "Blah, couple of garbage bags and an umbrella I'm all good"

"Just accept, so I can have sex with you again"

"Damn I've started an avalanche"

She moved in and I was in for a treat. She hobbled and jiggled around to my heart's content.

At first, she was all 'this is my side- that's yours' then she couldn't help but be won over by my nagging and utter delightful way of pissing her off.

I offered her cream biscuits when all she wanted was plain, I brought tea after she asked for water. Come to think of it, she nagged just as much as I did.

A few days of peaceful contentment I had.

Getting used to her little sighs and abstract thoughts that would burst forth intermittently.

She wouldn't go to the doctor, I changed the bandage the first day and nearly puked so she somehow sorted it from there.

In the late afternoon a day or two later I spied her laying on the couch, a puzzle book propped open and foot on a pillow. I had cleaned up some more debris outside and finally wandered in as she examined her injury out of my line of sight.

"Oh goodness!" Clare mumbled looking intently at her naked foot, her shorts she had on made her legs long and shapely by the way.

'What? What, is it?" I went to move but she held her hand out stopping me mid stride.

"It's green Cap. Oh dear, it's not meant to turn green is it!?!... That can't be good" she lift her hand and I saw it quiver. She watched me dry retch.

Fear on her face... and disgust, mixed with mild terror, on mine.

"NO! I better get a doctor, your foot might fall off!" I was ashen and she poked her foot twice, grimacing. "Don't do that!"

"Just come on round here and have better gander for me" She grabbed my wrist tugging me round the back of the couch to her foot "See green!"

"Don't be daft it's a dark shade of blush pink and its nearly a heeled scar"

"No not there, see, there" She pointed to a random area off to the left "Bend down and have a closer look, I washed my feet Cap, so no complaining bout the smell" I looked up and spotted those lips, butter wouldn't melt.

I looked closer.

Then I was struck!

Red!!

Blood!!!!!!!!!!

Shit, something burst!!!

Her lips trembled with delight and she held up the tomatoe sauce squeeze bottle like they have at the cafés, shaking it about in my face. Laughter spilt from her lips. I was covered, head to toe, dripping with red.

Her giggles were contagious and I fell to the floor beside her, I couldn't help but chuckle.

I kissed her, eventually realising my beard was smothered, she fussed the coarse hair away from her face; Definitely doesn't like fake beards this girl. The sauce smeared up her cheek like flames, wiping red fingers down her neck I was struck to finger-paint on her belly, so I did.

"I wish it tasted nicer Cap..... like chocolate"

I'm going to die and go to heaven but I will be very, very happy.

Squeezing more sauce in her belly button she giggled but worried her lip, like she was unsure of my looking at her so intently.

Ignoring the look I drew a sun then a cat, a boy and a girl. Swiping each picture away with a light palm, like an eraser, then started drawing all over again.

She smiled, less embarrassed now, but that unsure look was still there in the depths of her eyes. Lifting her t-shirt a little higher she let her breasts escape too, bra discarded. I paused holding my lip, gazing intently at the womanly canvas.

"Stop procrastinating, doooo" Clare spoke softly, the worried look surfaced yet again "Don't just stare... Cappy, please" She went to drop her shirt and I captured her hand to stop the loss of my temporary canvas.

And did I do!

Holy shit! Who knew tomatoe sauce could be put to such good use, a new pastime...

Way better than Monopoly.

We ended up in bed.

I closed the curtains and made her close her eyes when she huffed over the beard again. I really craved a meat pie for tea and had to change the stained sheets but totally worth it.

"I still wish I had chocolate instead" Clare smiled as she sat at the kitchen table recovering.

"No meat pies" I pouted at her as I leaned back out of the deep freeze "I'll buy chocolate on my way home from me mates place" Adorable, she was blushing even after our session.

"And pies, and more sauce" she giggled.

"Cream?"

"Nah, too old hat"

"And chocolate isn't"

"No way, chocolate is a drug but less addictive and tastier when smothered over stuff"

I left the room.

"Where are you going, Cap?" She called as I opened the front door.

"Shopping"

The sound of Clares peals of laughter followed me to the car.