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Of Thumbs and Bath houses (Phoebus and torridsoul)

Belle woke before Baxter, with your arms still around her. A smile drifted over her face as she wiggled her way into turning in your arms, so that she could look up at your sleeping face. She nuzzled her face into your neck and nibbled gently, pressing her body against yours.

Waking up to her had to be better than waking up alone, or waking up alone wherever you had fallen asleep the night before that wasn't your own bed. She wondered if you'd throw on your crabby face, or if you'd be a bit softer to her. She hoped for the later and prepared for the first.
 
He awoke with your shuffling, his arms tightening around you gently as you nuzzled against him. He exhaled softly, his firm body pressing against your soft body. You were greeted with a soft smile, as he stretched a little.

"Good morning, Belle." His arms wrapped around you again, a little tighter. "Sleep well, I can assume?"
 
The smile on her face spread wider when you addressed her by her name for the first time. She molded her body against yours like a second skin and nodded a bit against your skin as she kissed your shoulder.

"I slept very well Baxter.." of course she did, she'd been exhausted from being well used. "You too I imagine?" she asked softly. She was enjoying the way you tightened your hold on her, it almost seemed possessive, and she thought that she could definitely get used to being your possession.
 
He nods softly, letting his fingertips trail your spine slowly. He holds you close, smiling softly. He pulled away a little, brushing your hair gently from your eyes. He looks into your eyes, a warmth in his own, as though he may have actually relaxed for the first time in years.

"I think... today... we can take a day off... What do you think?" He smiles warmly at you, tangling his legs with yours.
 
She feigned a look of shock and pulled back just slightly, laying her hand across your forehead teasingly. "Hmm you don't have a temperature.. so I suppose you aren't sick." Then she snuggled into you again and let you feel her breasts press into your chest.

Your smile was something else she thought, it made that crabby face more than handsome. And as she laid there against you, she thought that she was quite glad that she'd never taken a man older than herself as a lover before you, it made you all that more special to her; a first. "I think that is a fabulous idea Baxter"
 
He chuckled softly with the joke, his hand finding your hip, tracing soft lines into the flesh. He yawned again, still quite groggy from the night before. He kissed your forehead softly as you snuggled in. As your question is asked, he looks to your eyes again, managing not too much more than a tired, questioned grunt.
 
"Go back to sleep" she whispered against your lips before kissing them gently and then resting her head back on your shoulder as her hands roam over your body, tracing scars and muscles. She was still rather tired herself, and there was a pleasant ache between her thighs, proof of the previous night. Bits and pieces of it floated into her mind as she lay there in your arms.
 
He chuckled softly "No, no... I'm awake... just a slow start tod....ooooh..." He melts into your touch, his own pelvis aching a bit, his form reeking of sex, sweat, and a tinge of mechanical oil. He was at your mercy as you touched him, his eyes opened a bit, as his hand rubbed your back gently, returning the favor in his own way.
 
She pushed you onto your back gently and then straddled your hips, looking down at you she smiled a bit. She let her hands explore your chest slowly, her eyes remained on yours as she asked her first truly personal question of you "How old are you Baxter?" she loved the way the scent of you held that tinge of mechanical oil, it was just you and she appreciated the uniqueness of it.
 
"Age? I'm 45... an Old man, I know." His hands fell to your hips, holding you, offering a bit sturdier base for you. He watched your hands, as he moved to a more sitting position. He looked to you. "What about you, Belle? How old are you?"
 
She couldn't help but chuckle softly when you claimed to be an old man. "I'm 22" she answered honestly, holding onto you tightly when you moved yourself into a sitting position. Her fingers slid up and tangled in your hair. "And don't you dare call me a baby" she teased.

She leaned in close, her hair falling around her face to frame it softly as she pressed her lips against your own before asking "Why wouldn't you let me leave when I wandered in here the other day?" she wasn't sure how you'd take this question, but she was curious about it now that they'd shared their night of intimacy.
 
"Oh, you know the truth to that, Annabelle... I needed help!" He chuckles gently, seeming to realize he was a bit over his head. His hand trailed your spine softly, his legs spreading a bit. "I honestly thought you were going to leave the moment you saw me. And I sure as hell thought you were faking sleeping, and waiting for me to doze before leaving... Your gun and knife are in the sink, after all. There has been ample opportunity for you to take them."

He sighed contentedly at the thought that you had not, his hands gently holding your body against his.
 
"Oh you needed help did you?!" She laughed softly, happy that you'd opened up enough to tease her. "Leave the moment I saw you?! You had that scary looking gun pointed at me.. I'm not a crazy woman, if there were any chance at all you were going to pull the trigger..." She trailed off, thinking about the gun and knife in the sink, she hadn't even realized, she probably could have faked sleep and took off. "I didn't fake anything I hadn't slept more than a half hour everynight for three weeks!"

"So if you thought I was faking it, why did you put me in your bed and then go sleep elsewhere.. where did you sleep anyway?" she voiced the question she'd been thinking since she'd woken up in your bed the morning before.
 
"Give you a chance, of course... You were nice to me.." he shrugged gently. "After what you did for me in the bath house, I didn't feel it was right to keep you here if you didn't want to be. When I saw you later, I figured you just wanted to stay. So, I put you to work."

He chuckled softly, as he kissed your forehead, "And, by the way? Samson wasn't loaded..."
 
"Samson?!" she laughed full out this time tossing her head back with delight "That gun really is your pet! I was right" she thought about it now. You'd held her at gunpoint, with a gun that wasn't loaded.

"Well, then I suppose I'm glad you held me at gunpoint with an unloaded nasty looking beast of a gun and made me give up my weapons." She traced your shoulders gently with the pads of her soft fingers. "I think you need me Baxter." she said and then continued on with "But I guess I did want to stay. I'd been walking for weeks, I didn't have a direction when I left the city I just started out, following whatever road struck my fancy and lead me here." she never believed in fate before, but now she thought she just might be a believer.
 
He smiles softly "Had a death wish, didn't you?" He chuckled softly. "I'm just glad you found your way here, before a band of raiders, or zombies found you." His fingers trailed your spin again, delighting in your warmth. He kissed your shoulder softly. "What kept you in the city, anyways?"
 
"I think the bigger death wish would have been staying in the city.." she said honestly "Hey, I can handle myself with zombies.. but I did get lucky, I didn't come across anything like the group that came at the house yesterday.. I think I was running low on luck,.." she thought, if Baxter had made her turn around and leave she'd might not have made it out of the dead foliage alive. The kiss to her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts. "I stayed in the city because it was all I knew and my home was all I had left of those I loved."

She shivered as your fingers trailed over her spine. "What brought you out here?"
 
"Simple strategy... Fewer people, fewer zombies. The woods are thick, and the dead aren't good at following a path. As to America... well, culture was dead. There was no point in staying in Europe... not enough room, poor coverage... and you can't beat American firearms... well, maybe Russian..."

He looked down at you, brushing your hair from your face. His lips found yours again, another deep kiss, as his arms wrapped a bit more firmly around you.
 
You mentioned Europe, and she filed it away in the back of her mind. She would have to ask you about what it was like. But your hands and lips distracted her for now, she moved her lips against your softly and and slipped her arms about you and let her fingers dance across the jagged scar across your back.

Her mind fluttered back to her first night with you at the bath house, in the heat of the water. She wondered what it would be like to be taken by you in that heated water. "Baxter.. I'm not going to leave now. I hope you know that."
 
"You wouldn't be allowed to now, even if you wanted!" He laughs softly, holding you just a bit closer. "I'd keep you tied up here if I had to..." He gently slipped you onto your side beside him, as he sat on the edge of the bed, stretching.

"Well, girl... You might be cute, but you stink like me. How about we get ourselves a bath, hm?" His back cracked as he arched it, a satisfied moan escaping his lips.
 
"I don't stink" she sniffed herself and then scrunched her nose "I smell like roses" she teased. She squirmed out of the bed and got to her feet, stretching her arms above her head and arching backwards with a happy moan as her muscles came to life. She stumbled around the room picking up their clothes, tossing yours to you and gathering hers.

"Do we have enough thumbs?" she asked as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. The thing was ripe, she'd need to wash her clothes or get new ones somehow. She tugged her pants on and then looked at Baxter, wondering what the hell had happened to her shoes.
 
He pointed under the bed, guiding your gaze to your shoes, as he pulled on his jeans. "We have plenty of thumbs, don't worry about that. He went downstairs, where you could hear him in the kitchen. You could hear drawers opening, and the plop of a bag falling onto the counter. He put a few handfuls of thumbs in his bag, closing it up, and replacing the container.

He found a dirty shirt, brown in color, and pulled it on his boots. He sat on the stairs, waiting for you. He'd surprise her today with a few new outfits, as well.
 
She smiled when you pointed her in the direction of her shoes and blew you a kiss as you walked out of the room. As she pulled on her boots and laced them up she heard you moving about downstairs and couldn't help but smile. She was extremely glad that she'd offered you the back rub last night, and laid those kisses across your neck.

If she hadn't she probably would have been treated to another cranky faced Baxter this morning and she liked this Baxter much much better. With her shoes on she came down the stairs, stroking her fingers over your head. "Ready when you are!"
 
He nods, smiling a little, his satchel bulging. "We're going to get some shopping done, too. You only have that one outfit... and you must grow tired of it." His face seemed to light up a little, as he offered you this surprise.

He led you outside, opening the door for you. He ran off, starting up the trike, pulling it around. As usual, he grabbed the stool, and ushered you up. This time, he took the time to show you where the belts were, and put up the top right away. As soon as you were set, he jumped back up on the machine, engines roaring, as he barreled off, down the path, the road all too familiar.
 
She smiled when you spoke of getting a new outfit, any woman would light up at the idea of getting some shopping done. But what she liked best of all, was the way you lit up at offering it to her.

Belle let herself be helped up into trike, and watched closely when you pointed out where the seat belts were and then buckled it tightly across her lap. She didn't hold onto the sides quite as hard this time as she had during her first ride on the monster trike. But she still wished for a short ride.
 
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