Page 52 of Stitch
Ididn’t argue withhim, so we finished our food and walked back to the camper, enjoying the cool night air and the warmth of Stitch’s arm over my shoulders.
“We weren’t supposed to have sex, by the way. Doc’s going to be mad at you.”
Stitch snorted, tightening his arm around me.
“Can’t say I give a fuck about his opinion right now, girl. I feel fine, and for as long as I feel fine, I need to live.”
I wished he could stop thinking about his impending demise, and live for me, rather than to race against that ticking clock only he could see.
“Stitch?”
“Yeah, sexy?”
I took a breath, steeling myself.
“When are your test results due? I don’t think you ever said.”
I literally felt the way his entire body tensed at my question, but he never slowed his pace.
“Not sure. Sometime soon. You know what it’s like with the NHS, everything takes time.”
I hated pushing him, but it was important, because what if he was chasing an end date that was years off, decades even?
“Don’t you think you should chase them up? The sooner you know-”
He’d stopped moving, turning to face me as I stopped alongside him.
“The sooner I know, what? The sooner I know I’m definitely dying, I can start putting my shit in order? The sooner I know I’m dying, I can just give up, and die quietly? Do you think seeing it in writing is gonna change anything? I know what I feel. I know what the odds are. I know I’m going out far fucking sooner than I wanted to.” He paused for a moment, his breathing a little faster.
“I always thought I’d go out on my bike, you know? Like it’d be some reckless accident, where I’d go out like a fucking god, and everyone would be like ‘wow,that dude was fucking awesome’. Instead, I’m gonna be wasting away in a hospice somewhere, with bags strapped to me, while I writhe in agony, and pray that clock would tick a little faster. It terrifies me, Camille. I want to go out with a bang, a sudden crash of violence, and lights out. Not that long drawn out death scene that everyone prays would just fucking end.”
He suddenly pulled away from me and walked ahead, but I saw his hand brush across his eyes. He was in so much pain, and I’d just made it worse. Why hadn’t I just let him enjoy this new sense of living for the moment that he’d been reaching for? Why didn’t I just enjoy him the way he was right now?
“I’m sorry.”
He shrugged, striding just ahead of me.
“Let’s just get back, okay? It’s colder out here than I expected, and you don’t have a jacket.” He paused. “You could wear my cut, but it won’t keep your arms warm.” He started shoving it over his shoulders, but I stopped him, wrapping both arms around him from behind.
“Just stop, Stitch, please. I’m only cold if you take your warmth from me, okay? Don’t push me away, when all I want is to be near you.” I felt the tension drain from his body as I held him, and then he moved, dragging me around to his front with those strong arms of his.
His breathing was a little shaky, but I let him hold me tight against him, and didn’t ask, didn’t address the fact that I’d upset him, because he deserved to hide his tears if he needed to.
Stitch
We didn’t fuck thatnight when we got back after all. We went back to the camper and we curled up in the bed together, laying there in silence, until her breathing deepened and I knew she was fast asleep.
Yet again, I cursed the fact that I didn’t find her until I had no damn time left to spend with her. She deserved years of being loved, and pampered andworshipped. She deserved years of pure deviant pleasure and rough fucking, just like she seemed to really crave.
I cast my mind back through her x-rated bucket list, because right from the moment she started creating hers, it was filled with all kinds of filthy things, unlike mine. I’d held back from listing anything sexual, because I was so sure that I’d already had my last fuck long ago. She’d changed all that.
I glanced down at her sleeping form, as her face rested against my chest, and one leg draped over mine. We were naked, of course, because why would we want clothes separating us from each other in bed? She moaned in her sleep, edging closer to me, her leg dragging her closer, so her pussy was practically draped over my leg, its warmth seeping into my skin… and that’s when I remembered something from her list.
I pressed my lips against the top of her head and she sighed in her sleep, pressing closer to me again. Huh… maybe time for another bucket list item, even though I had no idea if it’d work.
I slid my hand slowly down her back, cupping one pert ass cheek, and she barely reacted, so deeply asleep again. I reached my other hand around her ass and squeezed both cheeks in sync. A light moan, but no other response. I risked moving both of us then, dragging her fully on top of me, with her legs either side of mine.
She was trapping my dick between us, and that was a problem, but one I’d deal with in a minute. Moving her had caused her to become restless for a moment, like she was about to wake, but then a light snore filled the air, and her soft breaths tickled the side of my neck.
