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Elsa had slept noiselessly, fitlessly, dreamlessly, but most important, peacefully. When she finally woke she felt sunlight pouring in on her, warming her face and whatever of her body that was shown. She opened her eyes slowly, giving them time to adjust to the light before she moved. Then she stretched and yawned, forcing herself into an upright position. She had slept amazingly, but was still a little fatigued. She glanced over at the space next to her and saw that he was gone. She looked around for him and heard him cooking in the kitchen, then his greeting to her. She giggled and rolled out of bed, the dress all but bunched up around her stomach. She rearranged it so that she was properly covered and padded her way towards the kitchen.

When she reached it and saw him there cooking in his shiny silk pajama pants, she giggled again. She walked right up to him and wrapped her arms around his stomach. She squeezed him tight for a moment and then turned her face up to look at him. She went up on her tip toes and pressed her lips up against his softly, lovingly. Then she went back down on flat feet, "Good morning," she cooed at him brightly. Despite herself, she was a little bit aroused this morning. She wouldn't tell him that though, or she knew they'd stay here the whole day, and neither of them had been to work in three days.
 
He watched her as she came in the kitchen. Her hair was a mess and her dress was going to need to be pressed... but he couldn't have been more excited by a harem full of supermodels. When she held him and kissed him, his heart started to pound in his ears. He dropped his spatula. He swallowed and smiled as she broke the kiss and returned his greeting.

"Ahem," he started, picking his spatula back up and dropping some crumbled bacon into an omelette before folding it over, "I hope you're hungry." It didn't take long for him to finish a second omelette and put them both on plates. He had already poured out two glasses of orange juice, and he sat her down at the kitchen bar with her food. He stood across from her, giving her a little wink before he dug into his own breakfast. He was rather pleased. The omelettes only had some bacon, green onions and cheddar, but he had found some cream to mix in to make them a little fluffy.
 
"Extremely," she said with a playful smile as he sat her down at the kitchen bar. She took her fork and cut a piece of the omelette off, putting it into her mouth and chewing. "Mmmmm," she murmured and took another piece off, biting and chewing it quickly. "You're a pretty good cook," she teased him playfully, "Maybe you should be the one barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen," then she burst out laughing for a few moments and took a sip of the orange juice. She didn't exactly know what his mood was like this morning, but she didn't think he would mind a silly joke like that. If he did, then maybe he was too serious after all.

"Are we leaving for work once we're..." she looked down at her rumpled self and across to his half-naked self, "dressed appropriately? It's a bit of a drive, right?" she realized that she was so much more practical than he was. He'd rather skip work all week and spend the days lounging away and sleeping with her rather than working.
 
He laughed easily at her joke. "Well, barefoot I can do," he answered, "but I'd be a little bit... concerned is probably not the right word... if it turned out I was pregnant." He smiled at her and shook his head. "Still, thanks for the compliment. I've always liked food."

He took a few more bites and then answered her question. "Well," he turned to the clock, "it's only about 7, now, and from here... we might as well wait till 9 to leave, unless you want to spend your next two hours parked on I-45 in traffic. It's friday, lucky considering I'm pretty sure I don't have a suit down here, so it's unlikely that either of us have much pressing after we get through the 3 days worth of messages. You shouldn't have too many. I've been hitting the urgent ones from my cell phone or laptop whenever you were sleeping or indisposed." It wasn't that he didn't work hard, but, honestly, his opinion had always been that if you're going to own your own company, run it your way.

He stopped talking for a moment and a look of concern appeared and disappeared across his face. "Elsy, there's something I want to talk to you about, but last time we talked about it... it didn't go over well." He let that hang in the air for a long moment, waiting for her to say something in response.
 
Elsa had always been one to follow the philosophy of, if you have a job, you follow it's rules. You go in on time, you do what you need to do, and then you're good. Sure, she'd stolen money from him...but that was the job she was there to do, he just didn't know it. She ate the rest of her omelette and then stood up and took his plate, going to the sink and washing them both and setting them out to dry. Then she turned around and looked at him, walking back over to her stool and hopping up onto it.

"Yeah? What is it?" she asked, furrowing her brows a little bit. She wasn't really sure what he was getting at. They had discussed lots of things that hadn't gone over well, he could be referring to any number of instances.

(Sorry, short)
 
He deliberated for a moment, trying to think of the best way to put this. She had been in a good mood so far this morning, hopefully this wouldn't break it up too much. But then again, she was the one who kept trying to bring them back to reality, and this was a part of her reality.

"Elsa, these... people that you owe money to," he began carefully, trying not to sound too serious, but not wanting to sound teasing either. He was genuinely concerned and he tried to let a touch of the concern slip into his words as he continued, "Would I be correct in assuming that not paying them back in a timely manner would mean risking more than just your credit rating?" He watched her carefully for her reaction, wondering if their changing relationship would permit her a change of outlook on this point. She had already set him free in many ways, and he was hoping to return the favor.
 
She frowned, she hadn't expected him to bring that up. She blinked a few times and looked away from him, out the window, at the bar, and then down at the floor. She twisted her hands together, immediately growing a little sweaty. A second ago she had been extremely into him, she'd wanted him, and now she was upset. She swallowed anxiously and twisted her neck a couple of times to get her thoughts together.

"Ah....yes. You would be correct. However, I am not accepting any money from you, and there is nothing else to say about it." she cleared her throat, unfolded her hands and drummed her fingers along the counter of the bar. Then she sighed, all of her thoughts jumbled up inside of her so that she couldn't understand anything. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."
 
His brow furrowed. He didn't want to upset her, clearly this subject was doing just that, but he was worried for her. And shutting him out the way she was hadn't done anything to make him feel any better about it. Ok, so he wasn't going to be able to sell her, at least not easily, on letting him just wave his wand and make this one go away.

He decided to try another tack. "Elsa, please, I swear I won't try to force you to take anything, but don't just shut me out like that. I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night over this, and confirming my suspicions about your creditors isn't helping matters. At least talk to me about it; tell me what you've got in mind." It wasn't a total lie, he had certainly had trouble sleeping, and it had been one of his concerns about her.
 
She gritted her teeth and rested her forehead on her hands. She heaved a great sigh and closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to think straight. "They gave me two choices," she said blandly, trying to control her emotions. "One, get the money. I tried to pick that option by stealing from you. Obviously that didn't work," she took another pause, expecting a bad reaction from him with the next option. "Or work for them. They own a strip club, they need a new lead act. They told me if I did it for six months, my debt would be gone." she tensed all of her muscles, expecting an outburst from him. She cut in before he could though, "I suppose I shouldn't be as afraid of that as I am. I mean, after being your little puppy, stripping for truckers shouldn't be a big deal,"

She knew she was being mean, but he'd upset her, and she was feeling defensive. She wasn't lying either. She was his little dog, she even had the leash and collar. If he was hurt by her words then he shouldn't want to do those things with her.
 
He let out a sigh and turned around for a moment. The muscles in his bare back were tense, but he didn't want her to see his face. That had hurt, as he was sure she had meant it to, and he didn't want her to see how badly. She had enough to deal with, and he wasn't going to add to her burden with the look he was experiencing. Had she chosen the sex in his office, where he admittedly had forced himself on her, as her example... well that still would have stung, but he'd have felt mostly guilty. It would have been easier to let go, even score. But she chose the collar. He hadn't introduced that to her until after the first time he made love to her, he had been gentle, and he had been encouraging. This felt a lot more like a punch in the groin mixed with rejection, and it touched on the more pertinent fears that had kept him up last night.

He hoped that from behind this looked more like a fit of anger than a fight to keep from sobbing. He took deep breaths until he was sure his voice wouldn't crack. "So that's your plan then?" he asked bitterly, "And tell me, how much do you trust them to let that be the end of it after six months?" He snorted, not really giving her a chance to answer before continuing, "I suppose it doesn't much matter. It'll hurt you, and that will just kill me, regardless of how long it goes on." He walked towards the kitchen window, leaning over the sink in front of it, leaning away from her. His shoulders and head bowed, as if he were sagging under a heavy weight. He spoke again, but his voice was low, "You're not my puppy, Elsa."
 
So their streak of luck had ended. They were fighting again. Half of her wanted so badly to give in to him, to run over to the sink and throw her arms around him. To make sweet love to him right there in the kitchen, their passion building together as it always did. She wanted to cling to him forever, to cry about what she had gotten herself into with the creditors. She wanted him to protect her, to care for her, to love her. But at the same time she didn't want to give in to him. She always gave in to him. She never won. But...did she really want to win?

She lifted her head and looked at him there, bent over the sink. It would hurt him if she worked for the creditors. It would kill him. She choked up a little, but forced it down. She wasn't his puppy. What was she to him? That was the core of their problems, she thought. She didn't know where she stood. "What am I, Nick?"
 
It was silly, he thought, for that question to stun him so thoroughly, considering it followed his previous statement rather logically. He groped his mind for the right answer, the truth. He knew what he wanted to say, what he was hoping for. He felt he could so easily melt into her right then, let his guard down and simply tell her that she was whatever she wanted to be to him. It would be easy to tell her that she could be whatever she wanted to be to him, so long as she stayed with him. But he knew that wouldn't work long term... it was trading one extreme for the other. If this was going to work, they both had to be themselves.

"Elsa, if you want a label, I don't have one," he turned slowly towards her, keeping the tears at bay. "Girlfriend doesn't quite cover it, and I'm scared to say the others I'm thinking because of how serious they might sound to you after only three days. I know what I want though, Elsa, and I want you. I don't just want your body, and I don't just want your submission. I want you to know me, Elsa, and I want to know you. In so many ways, you already know me better than anyone else." He sighed deeply and then said, "Elsa, I haven't felt happy since I was a child. I've always been whatever mask I was currently wearing, never whole. You make me feel like I can be myself without being afraid. You make me happier than I've ever been in my life. If you want a label, then that's it. You're my happiness, Elsa, or my drug if you prefer. I don't want to think about tomorrow without knowing you're a part of my life." He swallowed hard and looked in her eyes, his heart thudding ominously in his chest.
 
His words completely melted every ounce of restraint that she had or could ever had. Her heart ached for him and she couldn't deny it anymore. He had said exactly what she had wanted to hear, and he hadn't even know what she wanted. She choked up again, but refused to let herself cry. She was happy now, she didn't need to cry. Tears shouldn't be an expression of happiness, they should only be for sadness. She slid off of the stool and ran around the bar that separated them. She stood a few feet away from him for a second, staring at him as if she was about to cross the final threshold. Then she bolted, running at him faster than she'd ever run to or away from anything. She flung herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, jumping on him.

Suddenly, all of her tears were gone. She just had happiness. She just had him. She clung to him as if to let go meant death, the end of her existence. She stayed like that for a few moments, completely wordless, soundless. Then she slid her legs from around him and planted herself back on the ground. She looked up at him and knew what she had to say. If she was going to say it, it had to be now. "I love you," she whispered, her voice steady but ready to crack the moment he rejected her.
 
He watched her every move, her every reaction, frightened and excited at the same time by what each might mean. Her eyes welled up with tears, and it felt like his very future hung on what those tears meant. Then she was running to him, stopping... and running to him even faster. If he hadn't been standing against the sink counter, she would have knocked him over when she jumped on him.

Then she stepped back down, looked up in his eyes, and proceeded to scare him half to death. His mind worked faster than it ever had, thinking, at first, only about the response that her statement longed for. He hadn't even said it to himself, hadn't admitted that he loved her. He certainly hadn't expected her to say that first. But then what she had said actually hit him. She loved HIM. His heart swelled within him until it felt like it wanted to burst. There wasn't really a question in his mind, in his heart. Of course he loved her, and his anxiety and fear seemed so stupid that he was ashamed of himself. He responded so fervently that he ended up saying it a little louder than necessary, "I love you too, Elsa." He swallowed, and though she didn't have tears, it seemed he did. His eyes stung and one solitary tear escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek. He said it again and again, softer now, hugging her and whispering it in her ear, "I love you. I love you so much." His voice cracked and trembled, and he laughed softly at how silly he must sound, but he didn't try to hold it back. He simply said softly, almost sobbing in joy, "Would you kiss me to shut me up, for crying out loud?"
 
He loved her too. He loved her so much. No words could have ever been sweeter for her to hear, no words ever so clearly understood. She broke out into a wide grin and went up on her tip toes, planting her lips on his. Her mouth was open and for the first time, it was her that demanded his mouth open. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and sought his. Once she found it she entangled them together, almost as if that was their vow to one another. Their entangled tongues was a symbol of their bond, but she knew it was so much more than that. She kissed him long and hard, savoring his scent, the feel of their lips together and their bodies against one another.

After what seemed a lifetime she pulled away from the kiss. Her eyes slid to the clock on the microwave, it was just eight am. He had said they didn't need to leave until nine. She knew that with the kind of passion they had together, they could have sex fifteen times in the next hour. She only wanted it once though. She grinned at him devilishly and took a step back from him, wiggling her hips suggestively in her crumply dress.

"So. Where do you want to christen first? This kitchen, the futon, or the master bedroom that I've yet to see? My vote goes to the bedroom...but you're the boss."
 
He melted into her embrace when she kissed him. Moaning softly into her lips as she opened her mouth insistently and her tongue danced with his. He felt warm all over, and his heart made him feel like he was flying. He had never felt anything like this. He could definitely get used to this. When she released his lips, he was in a daze; his eyes glazed over.

Her grin and her shake made things sharpen up a bit for him. He chuckled when she propositioned him. What a reversal from the previous days. He teased her, playing coy, "Ohhh, and we just assume that I'm in the mood, huh? So confident in that hot little body of yours that you think I'll just..." He paused for a second, unable to keep the grin from spreading across his face. He made a little show of looking her up and down and then said, "On second thought, what the heck am I complaining about?" He laughed and swung her legs up over one of his arms, picking her up and carrying her. He carried her into the great room and looked towards the master bedroom. He thought about it. It would be beautiful this morning... but then an idea occurred to him. "Hmmm, I think I'd like to save that, actually," he said, making a mental note to make a few phone calls before they came back this evening. "How would you feel about beach itself, love?"
 
She stuck her tongue out at him when he asked if she just assumed he was in the mood. She knew he could be in the middle of a business meeting and if she walked in and made it seem as if she wanted him, he'd excuse himself, do her, and then walk back in as if he'd just taken a phone call or something. The control she could have over him was a little ridiculous sometimes, but she absolutely loved it and would never try to do anything to get rid of it. It was fairly mutual anyway, there were definitely things that he did that made it impossible for her to think for herself (or even comprehend English sometimes).

She raised her eyebrows when he mentioned that he would save the bedroom. He obviously had a plan. Part of her wanted him to tell her now and spoil it, but more of her wanted to be surprised. She generally liked the surprises he had for her. Sometimes they weren't at all what she expected, but then again, surprises weren't supposed to be expected. She thought for a moment when he asked about the beach, kicking her feet a little. "Hmm...I donno. We could get all sandy and stuff...You could probably convince me though..."
 
He carried her towards the front door. "To the beach then," he said excitedly. He leaned down towards the doorknob, but couldn't get to it while he was holding her. "A little help, babe?" he asked with a wink, and leaned over so she could open the door. He kicked the door open wide after she turned the knob and started to walk out, still carrying her. He didn't even put her down as they started down one of the two sets of stairs. This set seemed to lead out over the brush and down straight towards the sand, while the other staircase led to the bottom "story" of the house, which was just open air and stilts, holding the house in mid air. Over his shoulder, she could see the black DBS parked underneath the house that seemed to float above it.

Nick didn't set her down until he felt sand between his toes. The sand was warm, even this early in the morning, but the breeze kept them from sweating. Without even a warning, Nick slipped off his pj pants and hung them up on the banister of the staircase behind them, and started walking, completely naked, down to the gentle surf. He turned his head over his shoulder and winked at her, walking slowly so she could catch up.

As soon as she did catch up to him, he had a slight realization, and though he didn't want to bring it up again, he really didn't want to have to worry about it anymore. "Heeeeey, wait a second... Before I just let you deflect me off the topic with some absolutely wonderful sex... Would you mind reassuring me that you're not going to be taking the next 6 months off to pursue an alternative career at a club?" he asked, hoping that the way he was asking was just indirect enough to avoid spoiling her mood.
 
She laughed when he couldn't open the door with her in his arms. It was funny, like she was both keeping him from proceeding but he also needed her to get by. She liked that. She turned the knob for him, waltzing down the stairs in his arms. She smiled when she saw the beautiful Aston Martin parked there underneath the house. It was so strange to her how the house was on stilts, floating in mid air. She liked that too. When he finally set her down on the sand she stretched and yawned, her limbs feeling freer than they had in a long time. She dug her toes into the pebbly sand, smiling at the way it felt on her soft feet. It didn't hurt, it was more like a challenge. Another thing she liked.

Her eyes grew a little wider when he just stripped off his PJs and went marching down to the surf. For some crazy reason, she hadn't realized that they were going to be naked out here. That was ridiculous, as she should've been able to infer that. She paused, for a moment deterred by nakedness. "Are you sure no one will see us?" she called out to him, the nervousness evident in her voice. He turned and winked at her. That was all the answer he gave her. But she trusted him, she knew he wouldn't embarrass her like that, at least not right now, after they'd just finally professed their love for each other.

She bent down and grabbed the hem of her dress. She pulled it up and over her head, revealing her light pink panties. She wasn't wearing a bra as it wasn't necessary with the dress. Her panties, though, were a soft pale pink and cotton. They weren't a thong or boyshorts, but they were becoming on her. They hugged her body without being too tight, they were feminine and almost innocent. She hesitated again but then shimmied out of them semi-quickly. She laid the dress over the banister next to his pants and put the panties on top of them. Then she went running after him, catching up to him fairly quickly.

She giggled, "I promise I'm not going to take the next six months off to pursue an alternative career at a club. But, that doesn't mean I'm going to let you pay for it either." she grabbed his hand and squeezed it, assuring him that he hadn't ruined her mood.
 
He had turned his head while he walked just enough to watch her undress out of the corner of his eye. He felt sure his whole body blushed a little as she bared first her breasts (she looked very cute standing there in her pink undies)... then, after some brief hesitation, her womanhood. Seeing her run to catch up to him was also a rather pleasant experience... When she answered his question, he made a big show of rolling his eyes. "Stubborn like a mule," he teased, "but I guess I should be happy to win 1 out of 2." He stuck his tongue out at her and squeezed her hand back.

He kept walking deeper into the water with her until they were out past the first sand bar in waist deep water. The waves here were more like swells of water that came up to your shoulders. It was a gentle rolling action, not crashing waves like the surf off the coast of Maui or California. The water was so dark that you couldn't see your own hand if it was more than a few inches below the surface, but it felt warm and incredibly relaxing. He pulled her over to him, pulling her legs up around his waist. He leaned down into the water and gently moved them up and down with the swells so that they were constantly submerged up to their chests in the silty, warm seawater. He gently moved them around in flow of the water so that all she had to do was hold onto him. He took a deep breath and leaned himself back, dipping his head below the surface while making sure to keep hers well above water. He slicked back his hair and smiled at her, completely at home in the water. Then he pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply, pressing his lips to hers. It was so amazing to him how something as simple as kissing her created a charge in him that warmed his whole body.
 
She wrapped her arms around his waist semi-tightly, her arms wrapping around his neck as well. The warmth of the water was soothing to her, it didn't matter that the water was dark and she couldn't see where they were. She was holding on to Nick, and he would keep her safe. He would never let anything happen to her, he would dive into the sea to save her. Or at least she hoped so. She laughed when he slicked his hair, squeezing him gently with her legs. When he pressed his lips to hers she let out a great sigh, all of the pent up tension in her body flowing out of her.

She wriggled a little bit and moved her hips down so that he was nearly inside of her. She squeezed him again, still kissing him deeply and passionately. She loved kissing him, she loved feeling him against her, but right now she wanted him inside of her. She yearned for that, more than she had even the day before. She wriggled again and pushed herself down more so that he slid inside of her. She murred against his lips, kissing him even more hungrily now.
 
He shivered, despite the warmth of the water and her body around him, when rubbed herself against his member. The sensations teased his body and he let out a moan. He loved feeling her body like this, embracing him with arms, legs and the promise of embracing him with the delicate folds that were rubbing themselves against his sex. And then she was was enveloping his length, folding him into her being, and he moaned out in pleasure into her warm mouth. She may have felt that he was her protector here in the water, holding onto him as he moved them through the gentle currents, but to him, she was the one making him feel safe. She made him feel that he had a home, a real home, and that it was here, in her arms and in the velvety embrace of most sacred softness, wrapped up in her love.

He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, stroking her with his manhood. His hands explored her body, her back and her legs, her shoulders and her chest, only leaving her skin to occasionally push against the water to keep them upright. His legs, aided by the taut muscles of his thighs, kept them gently bobbing in the water as he tried to keep their bodies crashing pleasurably together. As he got more excited, though, he found the motions he could make weren't enough and he took hold of her hips and began to encourage her to move, to slide herself up and down his length. He leaned down and kissed her throat, tasting the hint of salt from the water on her skin. She was beautiful, she was irresistable, and she was his by her own choice.
 
She felt like she was floating in the middle of an ocean of pleasure, not just an ocean of water. With her legs and arms all wrapped around Nick, she was completely suspended. It was like she was above reality while she was here with him in the water, and that was amazing. She didn't have to worry about work, about money, about anything, while she was here with him, them both mutually enjoying the other. It was, however, a little difficult for her to move herself enough while she clung to him. She was a little afraid of falling off of him so her up and down movements were slow and more teasing than she wanted them to be.

But then he, as usual, solved the problem. He grasped her hips and began to move her himself, allowing her to focus on other parts of him to please. She leaned in and kissed his collarbone, nipping it gently. She sucked on it, leaving him a small love mark. Then she giggled and kissed all up and down his neck, finally reaching his jawline. She moaned gently, contentedly, her orgasm building up nice and slowly.
 
Her body felt amazing, the power of the sensations she gave him accentuated by the gentle power of the ocean. But when she started making contented noises, starting to give the attention of her lips and tongue to is shoulders and neck, and he felt her sucking on his skin, he felt a wave of passion roll through him and he shuddered, a plaintive (almost begging) groan escaping his lips. He really didn't want this to stop, even though he could feel his body, and hers from the way her hips were gently grinding, building towards something that would end it in a way that promised deep satisfaction. He slowly leaned his head back as she worked on him and listened to the wonderful sounds of her contented moans and her occasional giggles. It was a major toss up as to which sound made him more turned on. Everything about her seemed so ultra feminine to him in this moment, so different from him and tailor made to compliment his own body and nature. The thought fanned the flames that were making his blood boil, and when she moaned out softly against his jaw, a tingle ran all the way down his spine and he had to stop their movements completely to keep from losing it right in that moment. He held her in place with his hands, taking only a few short moments to recover, then began to move her hips against him again.
 
He was so perfect. His body was hard and strong, but gentle and loving at the same time. He was the embodiment of everything a man should be. He was a protector and a provider, a lover and a companion. She didn't think she could live without him. When he stopped their movement she fought against herself, keeping her body from wriggling and grinding like it wanted to. She pouted and whimpered softly, but then he appeased her and began to move her against him again. This was their slowest and most tame experience together, but she was beginning to think it was going to take the cake as being their best sex yet. Her body grew extremely sensitive and she knew that she was going to lose it. She pressed her forehead against his neck and bit him again, still as gently as before. Her muscles tensed up and her pussy squeezed him, preparing for release. It took only a few more moments for her stomach to knot and her toes to curl, and finally she came. She moaned into his neck, her lips and teeth still pressed against him. She shuddered and sighed, still grinding against him so that he'd feel what she was feeling.
 
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