*Cherry's POV*
"Richy...Could you maybe help with this suitcase? It's kind of heavy..." I hold out the suitcase filled with his clothes.
"Yeah, hold on, I'm coming." He reaches out for the suitcase and smiles at me. "Are you excited? We're finally moving." He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.
I sigh, breathing in his scent and brush a strand of hair from my face, looking into his eyes. "Yeah. It's about time though." I peck his lips quickly, "We've got a lot to do, so no distractions." I lift another suitcase and proceed to take it to the car.
"I don't think it will all fit..." He says, following behind me.
"Me neither, but we have to squeeze as much in as possible." The car boot is already looking full.
"Remind me why we didn't get those remover people thingies again?" He raises an eyebrow skeptically.
"Because it's a waste of money if we can do it ourselves." I remind him, pushing the suitcase into the boot. I help him with his and it seems like that's all it can take.
"I think that's it." He says, giving the car a once over.
"Yeah." I breathe a sigh of relief. "We're finally moving."
He leans forward, planting a kiss on my lips.
Our lips move in sinc until he bites my bottom lip softly. I gasp and pull away. "We have to go." I mumble. "I said no distractions." I blush, opening the door to sit in the passenger seat.
"Fine. I'll be good." He joins me and gets into the driver's seat, starting the car. "For now..."
The sun seems to be shining even more, resulting in me being hot and dehydrated. I grab my water bottle and drink it slowly, feeling better. "It's hot today." I look out of the window as he pulls out of our old driveway.
"You're just going to have to keep hydrated then. You know how you easily get dehydrated." He tells me.
I nod, reaching for the bottle again.
20minuits later, I realise that drinking half of a 2litre bottle was a mistake.
I shifted nervously, "Richy?"
"Yeah?"
"How long is it now...?" I wiggle around again.
He looks at his watch, "Probably and hour. We are already in the city but by the looks of it, it's going to take a lot longer than expected."
"Oh." I think I almost died. I can't wait that long.
Then, I realise that we're bumber to bumber in traffic. I groan and settle with jiggling my leg up and down.
This works for approximately 15 minutes until Richy brakes suddenly, throwing me forward, causing my bladder to contract.
I whine, "Was that necessary."
"Sorry. The car in front did some strange things." He honks his horn loudly.
"It's okay." I try to refrain from bouncing around too much but I can't help it.
My small bladder can't take this amount of pressure.
I grind my crotch into the seat and move my hips around a bit more.
"Cherry..." I hear Richy's voice and I look over. "You okay?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Just restless. Been sitting for a while you know." I lie while trying to not piss all over this seat.
