Reckless.

It’s dangerous … but so is dating you. Don’t you kind of owe it to her to take some risks? Especially if she wants to have you close to her, too. You shudder, imagining her hand touching yours again, imagining moving up her arm, pulling her to you, actually feeling her lips against yours …

You: Fuck it, I’m in.

Alex: REALLY?!

You: Hey, I want to be closer to you, too.

You: I’d love to have blind dinner with you.

You: Though fair warning, I’ve been told I have very good night vision.

Alex: I’ll dress accordingly.

Alex: Besides, I don’t mind if you see ME.

Alex: I think I’ve made that pretty clear, sir.

You: Oh, you have.

You: Several times, to my tremendous gratitude.

Alex: I like having you owe me.

Alex: They’re chips I intend to cash someday.

You: I hope you’re thinking of what you’ll use them for, then.

Alex: Trust me, baby, I am.

Alex: You, um, home yet?

The sudden jolt of pressure at your crotch means your cock understands at least as well as your brain what that means. You glance down at dinner, which you’re mostly through. And you have what you were going to take, anyway. You COULD just say you’re home, but sticking around an undiscovered crime scene seems like a great way to get caught.

You: Nope.

You: But I’m on my way.

Alex: Aw, for little ‘ol me?

You: Entirely for you, complete altruism.

Alex: I should really reward that kind of selflessness.

Alex: (Alex stands in her bathroom, a location you’ve seen quite a few pictures from by now, looking back at the mirror over her shoulder; a white thong with frilly edges graces her perfect ass while her mane of dirty blonde hair drapes down her bare back, clearly naked except for the lingerie barely covering one of your absolute favorite parts of her; you can see from the wicked glance over her shoulder she’s grinning, biting her lip just the tiniest bit)

Alex: Wish you were here.

You: Anywhere specific?

Alex: You pervert!

Alex: Also, yes. Several places.

Alex: Three, minimum.

You: Have you ever considered life coaching?

You: Because I never have any trouble finding motivation when you want me to.

Alex: Just get home so you don’t have to wear pants while I tell you how much I miss you.

Alex: Be safe!

You can’t help but snort out a laugh, surprisingly not very menacing for your usual chortles, at the break in her flirting to tell you to be careful. No matter how much of a hellcat your girlfriend is when she’s talking you off or having you watch her perform for you, there are always those little reminders that she’s a caring, empathetic, kind-of-sheltered soul. Not that it kills your enjoyment of those moments she’s typing or whispering the dirtiest things you’ve ever heard in your ear. Just the opposite. The idea that such a reserved, gentle woman feels so primal and unfettered around you just makes it even better. Something very private, just between the two of you.