IsabellaRose

track suit

IV. NINE MONTHS LATER There were still boxes stacked in every room, but the important items had mostly been unpacked. Clothes were in the dressers and closets, toiletries arrayed across the bathroom, and the silverware and kitchen utensils were in their drawers. Roxanne stood at the sink in her bra and panties, the sheer nightgown Robert had bought her hung down off one shoulder and was barley tied closed. Warm water ran into the sink as she rinsed dish soap off first one mug and then the other. She placed the mugs on a towel to one side of the sink and turned off the water. The kettle would boil soon and she'd make tea, but while she waited she stared out the window, lost in thought. It had been a whirlwind romance between her and Robert. They both said it was love at first sight, and nine months later they both still believed it. Right from the start there had been something about him that had made her feel safe, made her feel seen in a way that no one else had ever seen her, made her feel complete, as cliched as that sounded, as if a piece of her life that had been missing just clicked into place. She smiled as her eyes gazed at nothing. She was so happy. No, that wasn't even it. She was content in a way she'd never been before, as if she knew this was where she belonged, but also literally delighted every single day, filled with joy when she woke and elated when she went to bed. Nothing really seemed to bother her when she knew she would come home to Robert, when she would feel his arms around her, gaze into those eyes, just have him there. Robert's arms came around her from behind and he pressed his body against hers, his chin leaning into the crook of her neck, stubble prickly on her skin. She leaned back into him, let out a little sigh of contentment. If this was what it was like to live together, she thought they should have moved in much sooner. "Morning, Love," he said, lips teasing her earlobe, hands moving upward from her taut stomach to cup her breasts. His fingers flickered over her nipples and she felt that surge of arousal, the electric connection that sent sensation directly from her nipples straight between her legs. She turned her head towards his, looked sideways into his eyes, and managed to get out a breathy, "good morning," before his lips were upon hers. His kiss was hungry as he claimed her mouth, his hands moved over her curves down to her hips, tugging her panties downward. "Every room," he said as he broke the kiss for a moment, one hand guiding her panties down past her hips, the other between her legs, touching her exactly the way she liked as his lips teased the sensitive skin at the side of her neck. "You promised every room our first full day." She felt his arousal grow where it pressed against the top of her butt and the small of her back. She reached back, pushed the front of his boxers down, wrapped slender fingers around his shaft and stroked him softly. "You think you got that many in you?" she teased as she lifted herself up on tippy toes, leaned forward some, and guided his head to her entrance. She slid his tip along her lips, already wet with desire, and then eased him inside. His hands fell on her hips as he adjusted his stance, sliding deeper inside of her, getting into position for maximum thrust, and then he was buried to the hilt inside of her body and she gasped out a surprised little sound. Somehow it still surprised her how fully and completely he filled her, how those deep thrusts touched something inside her that felt like a tiny star of pleasure exploding for the briefest microsecond. She leaned forward, gripping the edge of the sink as he started pumping into her. He was slow and methodical, long, deep strokes that she loved, and they both made animal sounds, her long and low mmmm contrasting his quick grunts as he bottomed out inside of her. She loved when he took her from behind, loved the feel of his hands on her body, the way he took control, how helpless she felt knowing she could never escape even if she wanted to, but knowing that she would willingly surrender to him time and again. He cock was like a magic wand, drawing pleasure from her body as he pushed it inside of her so wonderfully slowly. His hands left her hips, sliding up her sides, cupping her breasts and pulling her torso back against him. She arched her back, breasts thrust out and he pinched one nipple, his other hand coming up to her neck. She leaned her head back against him and he squeezed her neck, choking her, thrusting harder as he squeezed. God, he knew every single one of her buttons. She gripped the edge of the sink as he started to hammer into her, pinning her against the sink, choking her, pinching her nipple. Holy shit, he was going to make her cum already. "Yes," she said, her voice throaty past the soft choking. "Fuck me." He did. In every room. Twice in the kitchen. Three times in the bedroom. All weekend long they slept and ate and fucked, and every time he brought her to orgasm. The sex wasn't even the best part of the relationship. It was all the little things, how well he knew her, how perfectly they seemed to fit together. Every day was filled with happiness. She knew, had known for months. This as the man she would marry.

III. SUNDAY, FIVE DAYS LATER Roxanne collapsed onto the bed, a thin sheen of sweat covering her naked body as she rolled onto her back beside Robert. "Holy. Shit." she stared at the ceiling fan, breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "That was... I've never..." Robert lay beside her, his erection fading, the reservoir tip of the condom full as it slowly leaned to one side. He panted and turned to look at her, his expression a mix of wonder and . "Me either," he said. "You really... I mean we... together?" She looked at him and grinned, then giggled as she nodded, eyebrows up, eyes wide. They'd cum together, a simultaneous orgasm. She'd orgasmed before, but never like that, never at the same time, never staring into the eyes of a man who made her feel more like a woman than any other ever had. "That was amazing." He still looked surprised as he shifted his gaze to stare up at the ceiling, then looked back at her. "You're amazing." She smiled and felt her face flush. "That was... Robert, I've never felt like that before." "Me either," he said, her smile infectious, making him smile, too. "Are you up for another round?" His smile widened as he pulled the condom off and got a new one. - - - - - - Hours later they lay together, naked, exhausted, limbs entwined. Robert was asleep as Roxanne stared up at the ceiling. He was amazing. Everything was amazing. She'd never met anyone who made her feel like he did, and it was more than just physical. There was a connection that went beyond amazing sex, beyond the way she got pulled deep into his eyes, how completely at ease he made her feel. This felt real. She never slept with a guy this fast, and maybe it was too soon, maybe he'd leave like the others did after they got what they wanted, but she didn't think so. She was certain this was something special. Was he the one?

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II. THE NEXT TUESDAY "I'm glad you called," Roxanne said as she climbed the steps up to her apartment. "I was just going to get Chinese and watch Netflix." Robert walked up to the door beside her. His easy smile was so damned charming as they stopped on the stoop in front of the door. "I don't want the night to end." "It's a Tuesday," she said, grinning. "I have to be in early tomorrow." "No, I know," he said, nodding. "I just wanted to tell you. I really like spending time with you. You make me smile like no one else has in a long time." "You, Sir," she said, tapping his chest, "are a shameless flatterer." "Guilty as charged," he said. Silence stretched out for a moment, then another as they stared into each other's eyes. She felt it then. Electricity. She saw the look in his eyes. He wanted to kiss her. God, she had wanted to kiss him the night they met, but she wasn't that kind of girl. Eye contact, silence, eternity. Had he moved closer? She could only see his eyes, his lips. She looked from one eye to the other, felt herself fall into those eyes, that depth. Her heart was beating faster. It was pounding in her chest. It was all she could hear, her own heartbeat thudding in her chest like a marching band drumline. "Roxanne?" His voice was quiet. He was right in front of her, almost invading her space. "Would it be okay if I kissed you?" She felt her heart skip a beat and felt herself make three quick nods, inhaled a shaky breath. He moved closer. She could get lost in those eyes forever. Closer. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Closer. She could feel his breath on her lips. Closer. Her eyes closed slowly. His lips pressed softly against hers, gentle, light. She leaned in, felt their lips press together more firmly, angled her head to her right as he did the same, moving together, her arms coming up around him, his hands moving to touch her face. Her lips parted and she felt his mouth move against hers. Their tongues met. He tasted of mint and something sweet, and she liked the slow, patient way his lips and tongue moved. When they moved apart, he smiled and she laughed. "I wanted to do that the first night we met," he said. She felt her cheeks flush, and wasn't sure if she should admit the same thing or not, but she did. "Me, too." He took one of her hands in his, took a step back, their arms stretched toward each other. "I'm going to go," he said, "before I overstay my welcome." "It's not that, it's just..." she wanted him to come up. She wanted to pull that tie off of him and rip those buttons off his shirt. "I have to be out the door by five." "Get some sleep," he said, letting her hand go. "I'll call you tomorrow." She stood in front of the door and waved when he turned at the bottom of the stairs. He grinned that lopsided grin that she found so disarming, waved once, turned, and walked down the sidewalk. She touched her lips with the fingertips of one hand and watched him go. Her heart was still racing. He'd kissed her!

I. A THURSDAY NIGHT Roxanne Hammond was on her second drink when she realized she'd probably been stood up. She looked up toward the door, didn't see anyone new, and then stared back at the drink on the table in front of her. She shook her head slowly. She felt stupid. She'd put on her red dress and high heels. She was dressed like she was looking to hook up, not go on a date. Three dates in a row had been absolutely terrible. Naturally the fourth would stand her up. She raised her eyes from the tabletop and looked around the small dining area filled with couples and groups of friends at tables, and over toward the bar where people paired up or leaned against the bar in small groups. One guy sat alone at the end of the bar, his eyes flashing between the door and his phone. At least she wasn't the only one who'd been stood up. She'd finish her drink, or maybe not. Was it even worth it? Why did she keep putting herself out there over and over? She glanced back up at the guy at the end of the bar as he looked back to the door. Was he in the same situation, constantly trying, constantly being disappointed? She should go talk to him, turn the night into something instead of another stupid waste of time thanks to some idiot. But no, that was a bad idea, too. She stared into her drink and imagined how badly the night would go, how he'd promise to call and then ghost her. It would just be another waste of... "Excuse me." The voice came from right beside her. "Is this seat taken?" Smartass responses scrolled through her head as she slowly looked up into the eyes of the guy from the end of the bar. She should tell him that yes, it was taken, and make him leave. Instead she said, "no, but you'll have to pay rent." He smiled at her response. "How much is rent?" "One drink," she said even though she already had one. She felt herself smile, enjoying that he was playing along. "That rent is worth it for the view alone," he said, sliding the chair out and sitting down. She liked that. A little flirty, a little witty. He had a nice smile, a little confidence. He was attractive. Thick, dark hair, clean shaven, piercing blue eyes... yeah, he was good looking. He was dressed well, jacket and tie, tie tack, pocket square, no ring. "I'm Robert." "Roxanne." "I noticed you were watching the door," he said, making eye contact. She liked his eyes. "Were you waiting for someone?" "Yeah," she said, nodding, looking away. "Believe it or not a blind date that apparently decided to ghost me." "You're kidding." "I wish I was," she said, and looked at him again. She liked the way he stared right into her eyes. It made her feel seen without being uncomfortable. "What about you?" "Coincidentally, exact same scenario." "This feels like the setup for a bad joke." She looked back toward the door, then down at the table. She was smiling now though, enjoying the banter. It felt pretty good. "This guy and this girl each get stood up from separate blind dates and meet at a bar," he said, then took a sip of his drink, something amber with ice in a short glass. "I have no idea where it goes from there." "Only one way to find out," she said, looking up at him, both of them smiling. Maybe tonight wasn't a waste after all.

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Ah, ok. So they meet, get to know each other and find out they're related. I guess I just assumed a sexual and/or romantic entanglement because, well... *shrugs, looks around* this site, you know? Did you want them to be romantically and/or sexually interested in each other, or is this just about two people meeting and figuring stuff out?

@bumpnrun - Seeking clarification: So they meet, have a one night stand that turns into something more, and then discover that they are half-brother/sister? Taking place somewhen during he 1950s-1980s timeframe? I wasn't sure how the one night stand figured in, because the rest sounded like they meet, slowly get to know each other, become romantically entangled, and then discover they are related.

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