Plans and Dinner

“Is she going to cook dinner like that?” Cattie asked me as she smirked, watching Cass trot down the upstairs hallway towards the stairs. My fiancee was still entirely in the buff.

“Honestly, gorgeous, I don’t know,” I chuckled as I slipped my arms around her and hugged her. The fact that we both happened to still be naked as well just made it all the more lovely a feeling. “She’s never been a nudist before, just a teaser.”

“Wear an apron,” Cattie called after Cass, shaking her head and she continued to smirk and lean back into my hug, hugging my arms to her.

“No shit!” Cass called back, already downstairs.

That made us both snort, and I squeezed Cattie a little tighter and kissed her shoulder before releasing her. We headed into the washroom, both of us needing a shower after an hour and a half of fucking all over the house… not to mention the sex on the road, or the sex I’d had with Becca before we left. Even if our shower was officially a ‘No Sex Zone’ due to the slippery floors it could still fit two of us, and being in a hot, enclosed space naked and soapy with Catherine was glorious.

“I love this,” she grinned up at me at one point. She’d been washing my chest, grinning at me because I had a sudsy dollop of bubbles on the tip of my nose. My hands had been nominally ‘washing’ hips and waist but I was mostly just holding her close.

“It’s pretty fucking great,” I agreed, leaning down to her and giving her a sweet kiss.

“No, I mean I really love this,” she said, smiling as I pulled back from her lips. “I love doing this with you. I love that this relationship isn’t… you give as much as you take, not that you’ve been taking or anything. But I notice you keeping track of everything, trying to make sure Cass and I get equal attention. And if it’s just us, you try to make sure you’re giving just as much or more of everything even if I’m the submissive. More pleasure, more service, more… just everything, Robbie. I know there’s a lot of learning and growing and stuff, but… you’re already a good Dom. And a really freaking great boyfriend.”

I groaned softly, my heart surging at her words, and slid my hands from her waist to her back, hugging her to me. “Thank you, Catherine,” I murmured.

“You’re welcome, Master,” she said with a little grin. That made me smirk and slide one hand from her back down to her butt, giving it a little swat and squeeze. When we pulled apart she let me rinse out her hair and she picked out one of Cassidy’s hair product bottles and I started to softly lather it into her hair as she groaned.

“OK,” she finally sighed. “Um- We probably should have talked about this in the car, but we got a little busy. I know the general gist of your week, and I don’t want to leave this fucking shower let alone this house, but I can’t stay forever right now. You said you already have therapy booked for you and Cass this week, right? What else is going on?”

I nodded softly, massaging her scalp one-handed and holding her still with the other on her stomach. “We’ve got solo therapy sessions booked on Wednesday afternoon, sort of late,” I said. “One after the other. Then we have a Couples session next week, and it'll trade off like that if we like the therapist.”

“Do you want me to stay until after that?” Cattie asked. “So I can be here to help you guys decompress if you need to?”

“That would be amazing,” I said, leaving her hair and hugging her.

“What about the week in general?” she asked me, turning in my arms to hug me back. My cock, half-hard, ended up pressed between us.

“I have to go back to work tomorrow,” I said. “So you and Cass can spend the day doing any planning you need to or hitting up some of the sights. Then tomorrow night we’ll do a tour of the Strip and have dinner out. Same thing on Tuesday, except that night I’m thinking we need a one-on-one date night, just us.”

She hummed at that, leaning into me more. “Cassidy will be OK with that?” she asked.

“She will,” I murmured quietly. “But even if she wasn’t, Cattie, she doesn’t get to dictate the relationship between you and me anymore. Now that this is official between us, now that we’ve made the promises we have, she needs to be OK with us having space to be together. And she will.”

“I love you, Robbie,” Cattie murmured, hugging me tightly.

“I love you too, Catherine,” I murmured back. For some reason showers with her were always so emotional.

“Could you come stir this, Tiger?” Cassidy asked as we entered the kitchen, fully dressed. Cass had gotten clothes from somewhere as well, wearing a little tank top without a bra and a pair of panties. “And can you come finish chopping these, babe?”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, reading a weird energy from Cass as I took over stirring a saucepan of gravy. We’d picked up a rotisserie chicken at the grocery store and she had it reheating in the oven.

“I just got a weird text from Terra,” Cassidy said, wiping her hands and then picking up her phone from the counter.

“What kind of weird text?” I asked.

“Is she OK?” Cattie asked.

“I don’t know, let me look,” Cass muttered, swiping away notifications and then opening her messages. “OK. She texted the group chat when her and JC landed in New Orleans. Then she texted just me a bunch of random letters and then a bunch of exclamation marks, then ‘OMG WTF WTF,’ then ‘holy fuck this isn’t happening’ and then ‘Call you when I can.’”

I was frowning and looked at Cattie, who was wearing the same expression. “Uh… see if she’s OK?” I asked.

“Obviously, Tiger,” Cassidy said, already typing and then firmly pressing to send the message. She got a reply quickly. “She sent a thumbs up,” Cass said. Then her phone buzzed as she got another text. “And then a mind blown.” Another text came in. “And now a Facepalm. I think she’s OK? Ish?”

“She was planning on talking to JC tomorrow, right?” I asked. “Clear head and all that? So what could have happened tonight?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” Cass sighed.

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