To Caress My Day

“Oh, you’re too old to drink now? Is that what I’m hearing?” Twigs mocked, trying to hold back a bark of laughter at the next remark she was conspiring to make while standing before Seth almost utterly naked minus her bra. It turned out the bachelor trip he’d attended in Las Vegas tested his age.

“Yeah, I’m too old!” Seth defended, a giant grin on his face. His brown eyes began their perusal of her almost nude form and all the curves it naturally possessed.

“So you think you’re too old to drink like a 21-year-old now, but not too old to fuck me all day and night like you’ve been doing since you arrived on my doorstep?” Twigs reminded Seth of their very passionate nonstop sex spree. He had literally set down the rule that they couldn’t wear clothes anytime they were in her apartment just to be sure the disposal of garments wasn’t an obstruction they had to repeat.

Wow. Twigs certainly had a point there.

“...okay, so maybe you got me there.” Seth conceded with a smirk, his brown eyes still tracing Twig’s body like a pair of hot hands, leaving her flesh flaring into goosebumps and quivers.

Shivering under the heavy perusal of Seth’s eyes, Twigs busied herself with dragging the last piece of garment left off. Her bra. She needed something to do or else she’d cum from the intensity of his gaze alone. It was that penetrating and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

As much as Seth wanted to see Twig’s small perky breasts again, he had to get back control of himself and the situation. Since his arrival in London to visit, she’s been in a very emotionally shattered state. He’d come to discover she wasn’t eating due to her despair over her mother’s cancer and maybe even some other things going on in her life he didn’t know yet. Either way, he came here on a mission to be her rock throughout her mother’s surgery to extract her cancer, but now things have changed. At present, Seth was now here to make sure Twigs got better before and after her mother’s surgery, and that meant making sure she ate. Twig’s mental state also played a critical factor in all this, so Seth had to check where she mentally was. Holding up a hand, he delayed her from withdrawing her bra and seizing his full concentration along with it. “Wait…”

“What?” Twigs inquired softly, her brows furrowing with uneasiness. Her fingers were frozen on the clasp of her bra behind her back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Seth ensured Twigs, shaking his head to dispel any fears she might be having. “It’s just…I wanted to check and see how you’re feeling right now.”

Yes, of course. The welfare checks.

Seth has been doing a lot of these check-ins almost every two hours. In the midst of eating, napping, and having constant sex, he would ask her about how she was feeling. It was sweet at first, but now, it was rather annoying. Twigs understood why her boyfriend was doing this, and that he had sound intentions behind it…it still didn’t make it less irritating though to be questioned all the time. It made her feel like she was some crazy patient and he was her Doctor.

“I’m fine.” Twigs guaranteed Seth with a playful eye roll before eyeing how over-dressed he was compared to her. She was practically naked standing in her living room and he had yet to strip a scrap from his own attire. Dropping her hands back down to her sides, she looked him up and down with dislike. “Um…are you gonna get naked too?”

“Huh?” Seth replied quizzically before glancing down to see what Twigs was referring to. Yes, he was still fully dressed.

“Your clothes. Don’t you remember the rules YOU set?” Twigs reminded Seth with a giggle.

Yes, the rules Seth had instated. How could he forget?

“Yeah sure, in a minute.” Seth hastily glossed over as he closed the distance between them to stare down at Twigs with eyes filled with concern. Reaching out, he closed both hands over his girlfriend’s bare hips so she couldn’t get away. At first, he was awestruck by how beautiful she was when she was stripped. His pixie held such a natural ethereal beauty it often took his breath away and stole his words.

“What is it?” Twigs inquired Seth after a long pause of him staring at her. His gaze, as concerned as it was on her, still made her feel warm and fuzzy. She smiled tenderly up at him as she rested her dainty hands on his clothed chest, her eyes searching his right back. “What’s going on in that mind of yours, MacFarlane? You can tell me.”

Seth hoped Twigs meant that as he nervously licked his lips and said. “Tahliah…your mother’s appointment for her surgery is on Monday.”

At that reminder, Twig’s smile immediately dropped. The light in her warm brown eyes shriveled out like a cloud over the sun, leaving her world back to an overcast of grey. Despite the cold reality gashing through her love bubble of a dream with Seth, she kept her eyes locked on his, never giving in to the temptation of diverging away.

Brows furrowing deeper, Seth went on as his thumbs stroked over her hipbones. “Are you ready for it?”

“I…I…” Twigs stammered to convey what she felt about her mother’s upcoming surgery date. Her trembling hands slid up Seth’s chest to grip his broad shoulder for added strength and to keep her up as her honesty became clearer to her now. Dropping her gaze for a second, she soared them back up to his as she selfishly spilled. “I…don’t want to think about all this right now.”

“But Tahli-” Seth softly began, but was cut off by Twigs who was adamant about speaking her truth no matter how messed up it was.

“I just want you to allow me to live in this fantasy we’ve created since you walked back into my arms and to think of nothing else beyond us…and all the things our bodies can do together.” Twigs passionately voiced, her hands curling into fists on Seth’s shoulders as her brown eyes pleaded with him. She needed him to spoil her, to give in to all her demands and not question them.

The last part made Seth’s entire body shiver in pleasurable delight at all the things Twigs could be referring to. They’ve done so many sexual positions already, even some he’s never done before that had to be straight out of those Karma sutras books he’d only ever skimmed through out of curiosity! He could tell by the look in Twig’s eyes that she caught his reaction to her words, and was confident she now had him wrapped around her fingers. And Seth oh-so-loved being wrapped around Twig’s fingers. But due to the severity of the situation, he couldn’t allow her to have her way! Reaching up, he ran his hands over the sides of her head, pushing back her curls so he could see her face fully. And what a gorgeous face it was. “Tahliah, I want you to be ready for this, baby. I mean, REALLY ready for this. I need you to seriously take the time to think about it, face it heads on so you’re better prepared when the day comes.”

Because of how sober and cold the energy was in the room now, Twigs couldn’t hold her ground for long. Tears sprang to the surface, blurring her eyes as she held his gaze before quickly averting them upon the realization she was about to start crying. Enough with the weeping, she told herself! All she seemed to do was cry! If someone paid her for every time she wept she’d be a trillionaire by now!

“Hey hey, you don’t have to hide from me, Pixie.” Seth cooed to Twigs in a whisper, leaning forward as he used his palms to cup her face and turn it to face his. Her full lips trembled when his warm breath ghosted over them. “If you need to cry, then do it. Let it out, Tahliah, I’m here now and I’ll still be here when the day comes and your mother gets out of surgery.”

At Seth’s vow, Twigs cast out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Following it was a broken sob that she quickly snuffed out against his chest as she threw herself against it, her arms encircling his middle and clinging to him like he was her lifetime. Just as he told her to do, she let her tears fall and her wails be free only because he was physically there with her this time and would give her the solace she never could get after she broke down. Seth MacFarlane was like a lighthouse through her lasting storms. He’ll get her through the closing of this nightmare, she was confident he would.

“Make a promise to me you won’t run and hide from this anymore, my love. That you’ll face it alongside me.” Seth begged Twigs, his lips buried in her curls as he held her securely against him. “I’ll be there every step of the way to catch you if you fall.”

“I-I promise!” Twigs whimpered, nearing the conclusion of her heart-wrenching sobs.

“That’s my girl.” Seth whispered lovingly before pressing a kiss to the top of her head and carefully disengaging from her needy, and trembling arms. Raising his hands to the buttons of his shirt, he asked her with a sensual smile, his smoldering eyes locked on her tear-streaked face. “Now, where were we?”