burn marks

"Are you gonna tell them?" Rick's eyes stayed on Mona long after they'd quietly made love in her warm bed. He had no intentions of leaving tonight. As it was, he was always there before the boys came back. And they were just boys, as far as he was concerned.

When he carassed her belly now, he felt as if she was a piece of him now. They were good together. She was sweet and sincere. She made him a better person, Rick thought. He needed to be here. For himself and well, to get the job done. Wasn't that it? Something like that?

He'd let this thing linger with Mona. Actually. It wasn't easy separating a job from..from really wanting this. Now.

Things get really old by the time your 27 in this shitty life, he imagined. And you know what remains constant with you. Finding the love of your life. And thats what he'd done. Just how in the hell was he not to become what his predessors were, old rock'n rollers who just carried a gun instead of a guitar.

"Don't make me go." He looked at her so honestly.

"It'll be hard for them, you know." Mona squinted, but he kissed parts of her that only elated her. He knew when to make her say what he wanted. And when he pulsed inside her, he could tell by her gracious sigh, she wanted this too. He was gonna get his way. He'd stayed away long enough. And he knew she'd burn for him. She already did.

"Its like cracking eggs," He whispered in her ear. "It doesn't seem possible, but once you get through the skin, nothing to it." Rick knew when he was right. It was already happening. Already, a done deal. He wasn't going anywhere in that cozy bed.