Clairvoyant Disease

Matt

11:15PM, this girl is going to kill me! I drove 80m/PH on the highway. Why the fuck did Johnny and Jimmy have to get into a fight with some guys, tonight of all nights? And why the hell do I live so far away from downtown? As I questioned the whys, the whos and the whats it never crossed my mind to give her a call, am I an idiot for that? Definitely!

As I turned into our street, I grabbed my phone from the dash 11:30, God let her be home and forgive me, it's only 30 minutes. Her escalade wasn't on the driveway like usual, maybe it's inside the garage, maybe it isn't and she's at Issa's planning my death as Issa gloats around her: "I told you so!" I can already hear her and Brian haunting me down "you're bound to never fucking change!" I could hear him, fuck he wouldn't say that, I mean, he was right there with me, we were splitting the idiotic duo of the century and two college jocks!

I quickly parked and rushed inside,

"Carlee?" I said loudly as I placed my keys inside a bowl in the foyer, "Little Bee," I called out as I walked to the hallway, the sweet scent of Vanilla filled the house, she's here.

Her door crept open and she slowly walked out. Her features screamed at me how upset she already was. Her perfect blue eyes were dangerously teary and her glossed lips pouted slightly;

"you are late," she paused between every word just to show how truly upset she was. It took a moment for me to be able to speak. She looked flawless, breathtaking, she had a skin tight blue dress and diamonds everywhere, her long dark hair straight down her back and shoulders with her bangs framing her beautiful face.

"I swear, it wasn't my fault, everything was going smoothly, just on our way out, Jim and John got shoved by some college dickheads and since the heavy drinking started way earlier for them, they didn't back down… if you don't believe me call Brian or Dan, they we sober," she sighed;

"I thought, I was going to celebrate your birthday all by myself,” she stopped about a foot away from me;

"I wouldn't do that, Bee, not this time," I placed my hands gently on her waist;

"You promise?" she tilted her head making me smile as my arms snaked around her waist pulling her closer to me;

"I promise, it’s all different now. I’m sorry for being late tonight," I said as she wrapped her arms around my neck;

"I love you," she said against my lips, I hit a weak spot in this girl's heart, I broke through her shell and she's now trusting me, more than ever, I can't hurt her;

"I love you, too," we kissed for a moment and I tried my luck at deepening the kiss but she stopped me, pulling back and biting her lip. I licked mine enjoying the strawberry taste of her gloss and feeling the heat rise all over my body, needless to say, this woman does things to me, no one else has.

"c'mon, it's time for my gift to you," she pulled on my hand until we were standing in front of her closed bedroom door. I took a deep breath of the Vanilla scented air and opened the door. Chuckling, I pulled her by her waist closer to me.

The room was set for what was bound to be the most incredible night of our lives. Candlelit, satin sheets, champagne on ice, chocolate covered strawberries and cherries and, most importantly, her.

"Happy birthday," she said softly into my ear, I leaned closer and pressed my hungry lips against hers.

"Admitting, how much I love you was the best thing I ever did and this has been my best birthday to date," she smiled widely and bit her lip;

"it isn't over yet, you make yourself comfortable and I'll be right back," I nodded and gave her one last kiss before watching her disappear into her bathroom. What is it about this woman that drives me so crazy? The way she looks? The way she kisses me? Maybe it is the fact that she's been more than honest with me, she's never tried to hurt me or lied to me, actually she's mostly tried to protect me, even from myself.

Carla

I changed into thetiny black lace night gown I had gotten at Victoria's Secret. Leaving my jewelry and heels on for him to admire. I teased my hair enough to change my look and finally looked at myself in the mirror, perfect!

He was munching on cherries while he poured two glasses of champagne, his wide muscular back to me, his, probably undone, pants laying low on his hips, he hadn't noticed my presence so I took the remote control from the vanity by the door and turned on the stereo which played a gentle instrumental tune, tune I know he loves.

That brought his attention to me, his mouth hung agape at the sight in front of him. Speechless he made his way to me and handed me a glass of champagne;

"you look… amazing,"

"Matt, you've made this of me," he shook his head slightly and brought his glass up;

"for many more birthdays to come,"

"cheers," our glasses touched and we downed the bubbly liquid still staring at each other. He took my glass from my hand and put them both on the small table with the champagne. Taking my hand he led the way to the bed. He sat down and pulled me between his legs;

"I can't believe I'm actually this lucky," he chuckled softly;

"I could say the same exact thing," he looked up and I leaned down to kiss him;

I gently pushed him back onto the bed. He gave up his will to me, letting his hands fall by his side when I straddled him. Although he had so sweetly apologized for being late, he still had to pay, I mean, what fun would it be if I just gave myself to him because it's his birthday.

"Matt?" I said softly against the skin of his neck;

"yeah?" he shook out a response as I continued placing kisses in various places of his neck and shoulders.

"will you tell me how much you want me?" he brought his head up and stared at me intensely as I trailed kissed down the middle of his chest;

"Carlee, I don't think you want to play those games with me," he was amused by my audacity but I was, as a matter of fact, going there. I wanted him to pay for the pain he had already caused, at least in my mind.

"you were late, after all. You have to pay," I licked over the rim of his boxers making him gasp and fall back to hold his strength. I pulled on his pants agonizingly slow and watched the breathless mess in front of me;

"Carlee…" his body trembled as my hands traveled higher inside his boxers. I scratched the soft skin of the inside of his thighs, goosebumps erupted over his skin and the tension rose inside the room when I pulled the shorts down enough for him to spring to life. I stared at him, his tattoos, his soft skin… all mine. In quick move, before he wondered why I had stopped, I ran the tip of my tongue up his length and just as fast I pulled away and smiled at him when confused he raised his head;

“Happy Birthday, Matt,”