Passing Through

Part Fifty Three

Chapter Fifty Three

They'd been away for three nights, but as the taxi pulled up to the cafe, Natasha couldn't help but feel like it was months since she'd stood there, months since the cafe was all she had to worry about. As she got out of the cab, she spotted Bo getting out the other door, paying the driver.

"I'm not going home," he offered when he looked up at her. "We're not parting like this."

She wasn't sure what 'like this' meant, but she knew that the sense of suffocation, a lack of air, wasn't going away.

"You want me to go?" He asked, as if reading her mind. But then the thought of sitting down alone scared her. She liked Bo, more than liked him, his company, his humour...she just hated that he knew so much about her. Saw her every flaw...knew her so deeply.

But it didn't change how he felt about her, he was quick to tell her that. Her own insecurities meant that she wasn't really believing his sincerity, but the alternative, him leaving her alone was more painful than anything else.

Shaking her head, she led him into her apartment, and the enclave that was her home.

"I made meatballs before we went away, froze them. I can cook them with spaghetti for dinner?"

Bo kicked the door closed behind him and placed their bags in the hallway, "you know a way to a man's heart is via his stomach, right?"

That made her smile, and she could barely remember the last time she smiled, in reality it would have been the previous day, but in her heart, it seemed like weeks ago.

"I guess I do get a tick in some boxes then?"

Chuckling, he shrugged off his jacket, then stalked across the room to her, pushing her back with his body, until the far wall stopped her.

"You tick every one of my boxes, Miss Ingram, don't you know that?"

She licked her lips, suddenly all her fears, all her worries were a long way away, and all it took was that dominant side of Bo for her to forget. He was her sole focus as he lowered his face to hers.

"Is that a fact?" She asked her head tilted coyly, her eyelashes fluttering.

That made him growl, and drop his lips the rest of the way to devour her lips. Her hands flew over his body as his mouth nibbled it's way to her ear.

"Life is hard, but this works, we work. Don't forget that."

He definitely made her feel like no one else had, he made her forget, which was the greatest gift. Tugging at his sweater, she pushed it over his head, then set about tasting him, teasing him, biting him. He tolerated a few minutes, before dragging her clothes off, then returning the favour, dropping to his knees to consume her with his tongue.

She was spent, a mess, and there was nothing better than watching her slide down the wall in to his arms. Knowing that he made her mindless, boneless, that he could make her forget everything was the greatest high. It would all be there tomorrow, but for now, in this moment, they could both pretend that everything was perfect.

It had been a nice evening, sex that literally blew Natasha's mind, followed by dinner, curled up on the sofa together, her meatballs were pretty special. Then sleeping in Bo's arms, almost forgetting the previous twenty four hours.