Misplaced Princess Redux (Closed for FireyIce)

Dom seemed apparently pleased to see her and he lifted her onto his lap. And she was quite happy to be seen by him, his hands on her quite warm.

Yes, it is something we’ll need to definitely control

And then once again he was bringing up that question she had about whether she was really royality. She squirmed a bit, preferring to ignore him and his remarks, though she was glad to not be considered a freak. In a way, it was hard to think that she was a princess. In her mind, she was just Dusty. And it was hard to think that people wanted her dead. That really worried her. And if Dom had not come to her rescue,... She didn't want to think of what the outcome would have been.

A look passed over his face.

I hope that you don’t think any less of me. But it is important that your safety be placed first, no matter the cost.

She laid her head against him. "Dom, you don't understand. I asked you to help me. From the instant that the man appeared, he was using that device in his hands to look for me. Every time I moved he would follow me with it. He was looking for me. So, of course, I don't think any less of you. Not in the least. You saved my life. I kept sending you a mental message for help and I used the word assassin. Did you get any of that? Because I needed you to rescue me. And you did." She threw her arms around him, pressing herself against him. "You rescued me. Thank you so much!" With that, she began kissing him. Little fluttery kisses along his neck, his jaw, his cheek until she reached his lips. Her lips pressed against his, her tongue lightly rimming the inside edge of his mouth, as if to entice, to ask permission to enter. Her fingers, light and sensual, began to run along the nape of his neck, drifting higher as they massaged his scalp. As she broke her kiss, her voice was like a feather, soft against his lips. "I'm very appreciative."
 
It would have been impossible for Dom to not have any reaction as Dusty pressed herself onto his body. He felt her chest press against his as he began to feel the small kisses working their way up to his mouth. He knew that she was a very sensual person and that she was use to getting what she wanted, especially in regards to sex. Dom realized how strange it was that he knew this from seeing it occur several times. As he felt her tongue brush against his lips, he gave in and opened his mouth for her.

With realizing that he was going to be giving in, he moved his hands down her body, feeling the soft fabric of her lingerie, before getting to her legs. Once he felt her smooth skin, he ran his hands back up her body until he found her ass and started to squeeze it, a bit harder than he was originally planning. There was no doubt that he was getting hard and that she knew it. When he saw her pull back and mention that she was very appreciative, he leaned closer to her and kissed her hard.

This time it was his lips pressing against hers as his hands slowly made their way higher up her back under the lingerie. It would only be a matter of time before it was off, but in the meantime, he pulled her even closer to him as his lips pressed against hers, mimicking the request of her mouth to be opened.
 
She could tell that this time she was getting to him. His hands were beginning to wander to all over her body, much to her delight. She smiled to feel Dom's cock pressing against her, knowing that this time she seemed to be close to accomplishing what she so desired.

She found herself wanting Dom, and wanting Dom to want her. His hands on her ass began to squeeze and she knew that the crotch of the pink and white creation she was wearing was wet.

She pulled away and was pleased when this time it was him that leaned in to kiss, his lips firm and demanding. Hands wandered on, slipping between the pink thing and her skin, kneading her as if to form her into his own.

This time he teased her, his tongue rimming her lips, asking for admittance. It was given and the simple parting of her lips gave him the opening that he needed. Soon their tongues were tangling, stroking and seeming to fight for dominance. And she was willing to give it to him.

His cock pressed hard against her and she knew that there was somewhere else she was wishing his cock was pressing into.
 
Dom was a bit surprised that there was a small struggle for control while they kissed, though he didn’t give much thinking to it. There were other things that he felt were more pressing on his mind. After a few moments of making out, Dom picked her up with ease and stood her up.

He couldn’t really explain why it felt as if he didn’t have a way to control himself, though he didn’t say anything as he grabbed a hold of her arm, feeling the smooth skin. As he traced it down to her hand, he held it, entwining both of their fingers as he started to move towards the stairs heading up to the bed. Though he knew she wouldn’t mind anywhere, he figured it was more appropriate of a place.

As they got to the bed, he started to let go of her hand. Once he did, he undressed for her and stood in front of her naked. He leaned in and gave a small kiss before leaning back out and slowly sliding her pink lingerie over her body. As he saw her breasts becoming exposed, he knew that he was grinning. Whatever reason he was thinking of trying to fight the whole situation within his mind, turned into a dead issue as he started to kiss her mostly naked body.

Within a few moments, he moved his hands down towards her panties and started to get on his knees as he pulled them down. Rather than look up for permission at Dusty, he had a feeling that he already knew the answer and began to kiss around her pussy before starting to slowly lick it.
 
Almost as if reading her mind, Dom began to lead her to the bed. This was a good thing. Such a good thing. Dusty so frequently thought in sexual terms that thinking otherwise would have been contrary to what made Dusty Dusty. To say that she was licentious was an understatement. But she didn't think that way to be slutty, and she preferred to choose the time and place.

So the fact that Dom appeared to fall in step with her desires was most fortuitous. It never occurred to her that perhaps she had more of a hand in this than she thought.

Standing by the bed, he undressed and she couldn't help but smile. He really was fine looking, with or without his wings extended. It was a small kiss he gave her, but it held the promise of more. As he slowly slid her pink nightie off, her heart began to race. The anticipation was wonderfully frustrating, seeming to heighten his effect on her. The air fairly crackled between them.

Lips sought the most receptive parts of her body as he kissed her skin. He worked his way down until, kneeling before her, he came to the pink panties. With his fingers hooked in their waistband, he slid them down to reveal the glistening treasure that they hid. As if a supplicant, his mouth kissed her sex, his tongue tasting the nectar it gave. Her fingers threaded through his blonde hair. Finally she pulled him up to her, kissing him to taste herself on his lips. Still holding his hand, she stepped back until the back of her legs was against the side of the bed. As she sat and then lay back among the pillows, her long hair fanned out beneath her. She nodded up to him.

No words were spoken, but in her mind it was there. It was a request. A plea. A desire.
 
Though he didn’t know he was under her spell, he knew this would be happening no matter what. There was no doubt that her hair being sprawled out on the bed was a huge turn on. As he saw her lay there, her legs partially spread; he knew no words would need to be spoken.

As he crawled onto the bed, he leaned over Dusty’s body, admiring it. Though he had seen her naked before, more so recently, he took his time to absorb all of what she looked like. He looked deeply into her eyes and started to slide his member into her glistening pussy. He watched her face, her expression, as he began to enter her. As he noticed her mouth open more, he moved his body lower, slowly; as he had his wings appear.

Dom figured he would treat her tenderly while making love to her. As he continued to slowly push in harder and deeper with his member, he used his hands to spread her legs apart a bit more. Once there was adequate room, he moved his hands up her body, caressing her sides until he got under her perky breasts. As he began to cup and felt them, he leaned down and kissed her deeply as he felt most of his fully erect member enter her.
 
Incredible! It was as if this beautiful man was reading her mind! She felt at this moment that she had never wanted anything more that to be made love to by an angel.

His eyes seemed to look deep into her, searching her soul and finding what was needed, continued on. She felt his member press against her sex, slowly parting her wet lips to slide into her moist velvet tunnel. Her breath caught in her throat, the feel causing a hum deep inside her.

And then, he opened his wings, and it was as if he glowed. He pressed into her again and she moaned as he began to make love to her. Hands on her inner thighs pressed them open wider, and she easily complied. His hands were large yet gentle and though she knew that he could be a warrior, at this moment there was nothing combatant about him now. His hands caressed her body as he began to push in and out. Once again, as if reading her mind, her breast began to ache as if needing attention and Dom cupped them. His lips found hers, kissing her and drawing her closer to him. Each time he thrust into her, he seemed to go deeper, harder, and she wondered if perhaps his changed genetics could account for a larger than average appendage that was giving her so much pleasure. Her voice was husky with desire.

"Dom, my Protector, my Angel, you are so incredible! Yes, make love to me." Her hips rising to meet his thrusts as she ran her hands along his forearms and then upper arm, those muscles like granite under her fingertips.
 
There were a few groans as he started to thrust deeper in her, feeling how tight she was. There was a bit of surprise as he thought for a moment about how sexually active she was and how she was still tight. “Yes, my high--,” Dom began to say as he caught himself. “Yes…Baby,” he said a bit somewhat uncomfortably as he tried to catch himself.

Dom remembered that he had his wings exposed. Though this was the first time he had ever done this while having sex, he figured it wouldn’t hurt, at least not too much, if they were pressed onto the bed. As he held Dusty closer, he grabbed her ass and rolled them both over, feeling his wings roll against the bed. He looked at her as he watched her start to sit up and straddle him a bit. Though he was the one with the wings, there was no doubt that she looked very celestial to him right now.
 
Yes, my high--, Yes…Baby.

She smiled at him. He was doing his best to comply to her wishes and she appreciated it. She knew that eventually it would be second nature to him.

Dom held her close and in a move that surprised her carefully rolled them over so that she now straddled him. And though it was not the first time that this had been done to her, it was the first time by someone with wings. She was afraid that it would hurt or damage him or his wings, and she would not want that for anything in the world.

Slowly she rode him at first, not wishing him pain. But his face did not show pain as her body undulating while his member slid in and out of her sex. As if a grass in a summer breeze, she placed her palms on his chest as she bent over to kiss his lips, a full and passionate kiss, before once again lifting herself upright to resume her ride.

Periodically, and with no pattern to it, she would ride him, lifting her long blond hair off of her back and allowing it to fall back down or bend over and kiss him before resuming her ride. But soon her pace increased, her breathing becoming a bit ragged as it was obvious that she was close to climaxing. No longer did she break her rhythm the kiss or lift her hair. She was now a woman on a mission.
 
Dom looked up Dusty’s body as she began to straddle him for the first time. He took in her beauty and admired how her skin was smooth, showing no flaws in it. As he began to watch her lean down to kiss him, he noted that there wasn’t any pain with his wings. He recalled the amount of times that they had been exposed here on Earth and realized it hadn’t been many. Though the times that they had been tested, there were more dangerous circumstances and even then it didn’t feel like anything had happened to them.

His tongue explored her mouth as hers did the same to his for a moment before she broke the kiss. As he watched her body move fluidly back up to where it was before, he figured she wasn’t as clumsy as she thought she might be. “Don’t worry about hurting me,” he said with a sly grin. As he watched her randomly toss her hair back, he moved his hands up her body, caressing the curves until he got to her breasts. He began to cup them before squeezing them. Dom could feel Dusty start to tighten as he felt her ride him harder, not caring about hurting him or anything else.

As he felt her continue her mission on his member, he had started to try to match her movements with thrusts. He didn’t know why he was so intent to please her so badly. He tried to make it seem as if her being royalty didn’t have anything to do with it. He let out some grunts as he pushed his member harder and deeper in her. As he got close to his orgasm, he moved his hands back down her body, this time stopping at her hips, holding her down as he began to fill her with his cum.
 
Don’t worry about hurting me

His hands roamed her body, as if fingers were memorizing her skin, her curves, her body. They roved along the valleys and peaks of her body, finding and cupping her breast. His fingers splayed across their generous dimensions to squeeze their lushness. Each time he scrunched them, her sex would clutch tightly on his member. Little gasped from her lips punctuated the air of the bedroom as soon his need seemed to match her own, and she felt his thrusts, his grunts as he pressed deeper and harder into her, large hands taking hold of her hips as he held her, like a cork in a bottle, his cock swelling as she felt him cum, the warmth just what she needed to topple her over the edge and cum with him. She gave a soft cry as the muscles that gripped him tightly rippled as her back arched in pure delight. Finally, still joined to Dom, she collapsed on his bare chest, covered in a fine sheen.

"That is what I wanted, Dom. That was what I needed. Thank you." Her voice was breathy and soft as she nuzzled his chest. "I hope that I didn't hurt your wings."
 
“Your fine,” Dom said as he felt Dusty collapse on his chest, asking about his wings. He was enjoying feeling her breasts pressed against his chest as their breathing slowed. He knew that there was going to be a psychological aspect he would need to get over in the next few months. There was no doubt he wouldn’t be able to do so.

“You can feel them,” he told her as he reached for her hands and pulled them to his wings. As he felt her soft hands caress his feathers, he began to think if anyone else had ever touched them. He knew there wasn’t any crazy curse or omen if they were touched, just more of how he was always cautious. “I think you’re the first person to touch them. Well, aside from myself,” he said with a slight chuckle.

He closed his eyes for some time. He wasn’t sure if it was seconds or minutes, though after some time, he had his wings go back into him. Dom continued to feel his member still in Dusty. It wasn’t as erect as it was previously, though it also wasn’t limp. He moved his hand to her hair and slowly turned her face to his as he kissed her.
 
He said that she was fine, but for some reason, joined so intimately to him, she didn't know what it was but something was bothering him.

You can feel them

His hand, large and strong, led her hand to one of his wings and she finally felt them. She was careful and yet was surprised by their soft sturdiness, like whispers. It was strange as they really didn't feel like bird feathers and yet, they did.

I think you’re the first person to touch them. Well, aside from myself

She smiled and eventually he folded them away and just held her to him. They stayed joined, sex to sex, their warm bodies pressed together. He took a deep breath, like a sigh, as he stroked her hair. Slipping a finger under her chin, he tipped her face up to his and kissed her deeply. As he broke the kiss, she spoke.

"It's strange, Dom, but joined so intimately to you, I almost feel what you are feeling. I don't know how or why, but it is almost like regret, yet not regret. Do you regret having sex with me? I don't think any less of you, and I don't feel that you think any less of me. And if we are to continue this subterfuge in order to keep me safe, then... You must be my lover. But I would not wish you discomfort."
 
“Well, right now I don’t feel any discomfort,” Dom said with a slight grin as he referenced the fact that both of them were still joined intimately. Though he was trying to lighten the situation, he could see the concern and hear it in Dusty’s words. After a few seconds he began to respond. “I do not regret having sex with you. It is what we both wanted,” he stated as he continued to think of what else to say.

“In my free time, while not watching over you and not yet asleep,” Dom began, “I tend to read some at the local library. I have read a lot of books on how the human mind does work,” He told her. “I believe that is going to be the main ‘issue’ if you will, just psychologically getting use to seeing you in a different light.” He hoped that this helped her ease any discomfort that she was feeling.

“In given time, I’m sure we’ll look like a real couple and that you will be treated--,” Dom broke his train of thought as he wondered what to say exactly. There were times that he ended relationships and was told that they weren’t on the best terms. “…The same, yet not the same?” He told Dusty as he was hoping she would understand. He looked at her green eyes and could tell that they were starting to get a bit heavy. “Nonetheless,” Dom said, “Tomorrow we will begin training and after that, we’ll find something a bit more relaxing to do. As a couple.”
 
Listening to him speak really highlighted the differences in their backgrounds. If she was supposed to be heading back eventually to rule, how would her subjects ever understand her if they did not speak the same language, so to speak. But for some reason, she was feeling that he had not planned on having sex with her. Or maybe she was wrong.

"Its good that you wanted it cause it's what I really wanted too. And,"she grinned as she used her vaginal muscles to squeeze his manhood, "I'm glad that you don't feel any discomfort at the moment. Cause I don't either."

She rested her chin lightly on his chest and watched him, smiling. He was slowly slipping from her and it was almost sad as she really did enjoy sex.

"I understand that it might seem strange. For you, at least. But this is comfortable for me. And it won't be so lonely for you. Instead of just watching me, we actually interact with each other."

She was tired and she loved the feeling of bare skin against bare skin, his heart thumping underneath her chin. She could hear him talking but her eyelids were getting heavy.

Right before she fell asleep, she found herself hoping that all she really did tonight was dream. An energetic romp in the sheets was a great way to put a person to sleep. Even better than counting sheep. She fell asleep lying on top of him.
 
Dom laid there listening to Dusty speak. He let out a soft groan as he felt her vagina tighten against his member. “Well,” he said as he saw her getting tired, “I’m glad I got to be on the interactive part rather than being a spectator. I never thought it would happen, though I’m not disappointed at all,” Dom commented as he moved his hands down and pushed on her ass, making his member got a bit deeper in her.

“We’ll talk more in the morning,” he said as he watched her fall asleep. With everything that had transpired through the day, he figured there wouldn’t be any threat for the rest of the night and allowed him to fall asleep with her. The skin on skin contact was very pleasant and he pulled the covers above them as he drifted off, for possibly the first time or in a very long time, without returning to The Void.

As minutes turned to hours, night turned to day. Dom began to feel the sun trying to peak in as he began to wake up. It was still early and he knew that Dusty wouldn’t want to get up as early. He took a look at her phone on the nightstand and saw the time flicker on. It was close to 9 and he figured a bit longer wouldn’t be too bad.

There was an idea that he had on how much time had progressed, though he wasn’t sure. He was observing her body as she still lay on top of him, her breasts pressed against his chest with her arms around him. He slowly moved her blonde hair out of the way as he began to caress her soft skin, not wanting to wake her up. Though he knew all good things would eventually come to an end, he figured it was time and gently whispered into her ear. “Dusty,” he said quietly, “It’s time to get up.” After saying that he leaned forward a little and gave her a little kiss on her neck, hoping that would help entice her.
 
Her night was without dreams. For the first time in some weeks, she did not dream not have any nightmares. Or if she did, she was totally unaware of it. Sleeping soundly while still laying naked on top of a naked Dom was comforting. Her protector. Her angel. Oh, she knew that he was a Justicar but still, she thought of him as her angel. She felt safe and secure.

She was not really aware of falling asleep but, very slowly, she became aware of becoming awake. His voice was soft and soothing in her ear, lips gently kissing her neck. She almost didn't mind waking up this way. Like a cat stretching as it wakens, various muscles began to move. Her breathing changed, from the slow, gentle rhythm to something deeper. Her mouth opened, her breath stirring across his chest.

Slowly her eyes fluttered open, momentarily confusion in her eyes as she looked at him, unsure of where she was. Recognition filled her gaze and a small smile crossed her face.

"Morning, love. Sleep well?"
 
Dom watched as he took in all the movements Dusty was doing of waking up. He had no problem with feeling her muscles stretch out on his body while she was coming to. Once he saw her smile, he instinctively shot back a smile as well. “I slept wonderful, honestly. I don’t remember the last time I fell asleep that early or for that long…” Dom stated with a small pause before adding, “Dear.”

He helped her to her side so she was leaning next to him instead of on him. “As much as I love the idea of taking a relaxing day off, we have quite a bit to do today. You need to get settled into your new apartment and we still have to do some training today.” He thought of how it was at least good that he didn’t own a lot since he had heard of how much stuff people lost while they began to live together.

Dom moved Dusty’s hair back again and kissed her forehead this time. He was hoping that she was realizing that he was actually putting in effort to try to not address her as royalty. “Aside from the door and the windows, I kind of like having a very open space. Hopefully that isn’t a problem?” He inquired a bit quizzically. There was no doubt Dusty had no problem with her body, he just wasn’t sure how she would like the limited privacy.

He got out of bed, stretched some before letting his wings pop out. “Yes, you can touch them,” he said without looking at her, knowing that she would more than likely want to. “Once you’re done, I’m going to get a shower in and start on making some breakfast,” Dom mentioned to her.
 
I slept wonderful, honestly. I don’t remember the last time I fell asleep that early or for that long…Dear.

She noted the slight hesitation before his endearment. It would take time for him automatically play the part. Before the episode in the void, she had sort of written the whole thing off as as bit fun and imaginative. But now that she saw it as more life and death, it had ceased to be fun and funny. That man had been tracking her movements, and Dom had been required to come to her rescue.

And once they discovered that she had some sort of "special powers" made it all the more real. So far, they had discovered those accidentally and she wondered if perhaps there were others.

She was worried about these self defense classes. She was not usually good that that sort of thing. She hoped that he would not become impatient or disappointed with her. He slid her over to the side.

As much as I love the idea of taking a relaxing day off, we have quite a bit to do today. You need to get settled into your new apartment and we still have to do some training today.

He kissed her forehead before apologizing. "Dom, I'm perfectly fine with this. But whereas I'm used to living with a guy, I know that this may be a bit new for you. You're used to your privacy. I'm sorry if I'm intruding on you."

She watched him get out of bed, that gorgeous body of his stretch before his wings opened in all their glory. Such a thrill just seeing them.

Yes, you can touch them. Once you’re done, I’m going to get a shower in and start on making some breakfast

Getting on her knees, she crossed on the bed, coming up behind him. From this vantage point they seemed immense as they reached up and out. And each feather seemed alive. Some smaller, some larger, some damaged (probably from skirmishes like what she had witnessed), some so perfect that they defied belief.

Without thinking, she kissed one of his wings and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Thank you Dom." Letting go, she fell back among the bedding, not minding her nudity. "After you're through with your shower, I'll take mine."
 
“For me, this privacy was a small privilege. It was a matter of time before this would happen,” he stated to Dusty as he recalled the night that he saved her in his head. “The only thing that really changed is that it’s a year earlier than expected and you didn’t graduate.”

Once he felt her stop feeling his feathers, he turned his head around and looked at her. “You aren’t intruding on the inevitable. When we get home, to our real home, this is what it will be like for the most part until we can find others that we can fully trust,” Dom leaned down and kissed her again as his wings folded back.

Dom headed into the bathroom and began to take a shower. It wasn’t too long before he was finished and drying himself off as he came out, still completely naked. He wandered over to the dresser and got out some clothes, putting them on. “What do you want for breakfast?” he asked as he looked over at Dusty, watching as she struggled to get out of the bed. Though he didn’t want to be late for work, he decided that he wouldn’t mind watching as she eventually got out and headed to the bathroom, admiring her naked body.
 
As he showered, she thought on his words. First was that it had been expected that she would graduate college. So, what was it that she was not getting by not graduating? Perhaps it was the maturity of the addition time, not the actual classes that she would take.

Second was when they got back to their "real" home. She still thought of this place as her real home. And though she understood what he was telling her, and she had even discovered some special things that she could do, like flying and going invisible, she really didn't feel regal. And to do something like rule a place? The thought was scary. Half the time she couldn't figure out what to wear for the day. How would she know what decisions to make for a world? And then, once they found others that they could trust, was he planning on leaving? Was the sex to stop? She didn't want to think of that.

About a minute or two after the shower turned off, Dom appeared and crossed to the dresser. Damn, he sure was good looking. She watched his cock, at rest, and felt a pull between her legs. She really did love sex. And sex with Dom was really great. And his ass was so wonderfully grip-able. His question broke through her reverie.

What do you want for breakfast?

"I'm not a big fan of eggs, and I really can't stand a runny egg, so if you do egg, make mine with no runny yolk. If you do bacon..." She paused, trying to get out of bed. Finally standing, she turned to walk into the bathroom. "Oh, I don't care." She headed for the bathroom.

The shower felt so good that it was hard to actually stop. It was helping to wake her up but she still felt like a slug. When she came out of the bathroom, she stopped for a moment, not quite sure how to dress. She finally settled on jeans and a tee. If she chose wrong, she was sure that Dom would tell her.
 
Dom headed down to go make some breakfast after watching Dusty get out of bed, mentioning what she liked and didn’t like for breakfast. Once he was down there, he began to make sausage and pancakes. Those were two things that he hadn’t heard, so he figured it wouldn’t be a problem with making them.

As he continued to work, he looked up as he heard Dusty coming down the stairs. He looked her over, noting what she was wearing. There was a slight sigh, though it wouldn’t have been a surprise if she had heard it, before he spoke, “After breakfast get a sports bra, tee, shorts and panties. Then you should be set with some clothes to wear. You can even throw them in my gym bag, if you’d like,” Dom offered as he brought the plates over to the table.

Luckily, this wasn’t Dom’s first rodeo in this area, so it wasn’t as much of an issue as it might have came off. He headed back to the kitchen and got out some orange juice and glasses for them. “Hopefully this is to your liking?” he suggested as he sat down across from her.
 
After breakfast get a sports bra, tee, shorts and panties. Then you should be set with some clothes to wear. You can even throw them in my gym bag, if you’d like

"Oui, mon capitaine." She gave a mock salute to him before sitting down at the table. As he placed her plate in front of her, she gave an appreciative sniff and placed butter on the pancakes before dribbling syrup over them.

Hopefully this is to your liking?

Nodding, she concentrated on trying to successfully get the forkful of yumminess into her mouth and not all over her chin. She was still slowly waking, definitely more alert now since her shower but still not completely with it. She knew that he had watched over her for several years now so he knew that she was not a morning person.

"This is good. I just usually have a piece of toast or bagel and cream cheese. I know, I know, not the proper way to start the day." The food was helping to wake her up.

"What time do we have to be there?" She really was not looking forward to this. Dancing she could do. Fighting, she was not quite so sure about. "And how long do we have to stay?"

After breakfast, she headed off to gather up the clothes that he had told her to get before hunting for his gym bag. "Hey, Honey, where is your gym bag?" She called out to him.
 
Dom didn’t know what she had said, though he figured the salute was in a mockingly manner. It didn’t bother him, though. He knew that something like this was going to be expected. He ate his food with Dusty until she asked about the times. “Well, we’re going to be there at 10. You’ll get a tour and have a class at 11, followed by a workout at 1. So you’ll be able to leave shortly after 2. I,” he began to say, “Will be there until about 6. It is still considered my job, so there’s that.”

Once they finished eating, he took the dishes and washed them off as he saw Dusty head upstairs. It felt like barely a moment had passed before she asked about the gym bag. “Your side of the closet, right next to the door,” he said to her as he started going back up the stairs to see if she needed any more help. “Since you’ll be done before me, you can drive back here and work on unpacking your stuff if you’d like,” Dom said with a small break before adding, “Dear.”

He watched as she got the bag and filled it with her clothes. “Don’t worry, you won’t have me as an instructor,” Dom tried to reassure her while not knowing if she needed it. “Kind of the whole fraternization thing that gets looked down upon. Are you ready?” He inquired as he made his way back downstairs, going to the living room.
 
She couldn't help the small smile that played around her lips at his attempt to pull off the boyfriend façade. "Dear" Hopefully it would become a more natural thing for him. Though he really had the sex part of it down great.

So, she would have some time to herself. Still, what worried her was being a total flop at this self defense stuff. She stopped and was quiet for a moment, her back to him, she heard him leave the bedroom, talking about how he would not be her actual instructor. She didn't know if he heard her. Her voice was quiet, her fears and insecurities showing through. Only to Dom would she show her true side. They were in this together.

"Dom, what if I suck at this? What if they kick me out and say there's no hope for me? What if they let me go at 2 and say 'don't return'?"

Suddenly, her stomach was filled with butterflies.
 
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