Page 79 of Out Of Time

“You’re the first person I’ve spent the holidays with since I was a boy.”

“Do you want to start our own tradition this year?” she asked.

“You mean like going to see this band tomorrow?”

Remi knew going to a punk show was completely out of Max’s comfort zone, but what if he loved it? What if they went, and it was everything he didn’t know he needed?

“Yeah, what else do we have to do? I don’t go back to work until the 27thand you, well—” She stopped to look at him.

“I don’t really go back to work ever,” he said, and Remi was worried he was about to spiral, but then he smiled instead, catching her by surprise. “So, I guess I better find out if I like going to punk shows.”

She leaned in and kissed him. She was so proud of him. He was so brave, kind, funny, and wearing cat ears. He surprised her more often than not, and she loved that.

“We didn’t even get a tree, or hang lights, or do anything festive,” he said, looking around his bland living room.

“That’s okay, I’m more of a Halloween girl myself,” she said, running her finger over the headband of the cat ears.

“I think we should finish what we started meow,” Max said, bringing his hands to grip her hips, pulling her up against his already very turned-on body.

“I think that’s a purrrfect idea,” she said, her head falling back, making room for his mouth to kiss her neck, his beard making her skin tingle.

“Lay down,” he said, easing her body onto the couch, a new song booming through the house; one of her favorites.

She laid back on the couch and watched as Max made his way down her body in a trail of kisses, pushing the Condors teeup just enough to nuzzle his face against the soft skin above her panties.

His fingers hooked on the elastic band and slowly tugged them down, past her hips, his hands gripping her legs, trailing his fingertips against her bare skin as he pulled them all the way to her feet before tossing them to the floor.

“Purple,” he said, noticing her toenails were painted a new color from the last time he had seen her.

“So observant.”

He brought her foot up to his mouth, kissing the deep arch.

“Max Miller, I think you might have a foot fetish.” She giggled as the scruff of his beard started to tickle up along her leg.

“I think you might be right,” he said, breaking his kisses to look up at her. “I still can’t believe I get to do this to you.”

Remi laughed. “I still can’t believe you’re wearing cat earsasyou do this to me,” she teased.

This made Max laugh, his eyes were wild and carefree—he looked so young like this, smiling and confident between her naked legs—she hoped they always kept each other wild.

“Is this considered roleplay?” he asked.

She laughed and thought before responding, “No, I think it might be cannibalism.”

Max’s smile dropped as he pondered what she had said, and then it hit him. He was a cat, eating herpussy?

They both started cracking up, his face pressed against her thigh. Her hands came up to cover her face at the crude joke she had just made.

“I love laughing with you, Max Miller,” she said through giggles.

“I love laughing in general,” he said, and she wondered when the last time was that he felt safe enough to be this carefree.

She reached down and ran her fingers through his thick red hair. “The distractions are strong tonight.” She sighed.

“Yeah, but I can’t be deterred,” he said, picking up where he left off, “I always finish what I start.”

“I know you do,” she said, her voice a hint lower, more serious.

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