R. Mathewson - Perfection

"Yeah, it's really sore," she said, squirming next to him to shift some of the weight off her bottom.

"I didn't mean that, smartass," he said, moving away from her. "Lay down," he said, grabbing the pillow and quilt.

When she shot him a nervous look, he bit out, "To rest, Zoe. No sex tonight. I promise."

Did she not trust him? That just plain hurt.

"Are you sure?"

"Didn't I just say no sex tonight?" he demanded, wondering why the woman didn't just take his word for it. It wasn't as though he acted like some horny bastard that couldn't keep his hands off of her.....at least he hadn't tonight.

"I can survive a day without sex, Zoe," he pointed out, purposely not mentioning the mind blowing sex they'd had this morning since it would only weaken his point.

"Okay," she answered slowly, keeping an eye on him as she lay down and snuggled beneath the comforter.

It was insulting and if she wasn't so damn tired he'd do that thing with his tongue that he knew she liked and make her apologize for ever doubting him. He really couldn't believe that she didn't trust him, he thought as he started to climb behind her, pausing to adjust the bulge in his pants.

He was just wondering how in the hell he was going to lie behind her without her finding out that he was a lying bastard when the doorbell rang. With an annoyed groan he climbed back off the couch and was about to tell her he'd be right back when he realized that she was already fast asleep.

Poor thing really was exhausted, he thought as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and earned a little grumble and a swat. So of course he did it again, chuckling when she tried to hide beneath the comforter as she called him a "Muking mastid."

He quietly left his apartment, shutting the door halfway to give her privacy as he wondered who the hell could be at his door this late at night. Then he wondered if Zoe had called for Black Jack's and simply forgot to tell him about it. She was tired and he was a Bradford after all. She knew damn well if she put enough food in front of him that she could distract him for a while. Poor thing was probably hoping to buy some time, he thought as his poor neglected stomach growled in anticipation of finally getting some proper nourishment.

So when he opened the door and discovered that it was not a Black Jacks delivery boy waiting to hand him a box full of deliciousness, but Hank with two incredibly beautiful women he scowled, just a little bit.

"Ah," Hank started, clearing his throat nervously, "Mandy this is Trevor. Trevor this is Mandy," Hank said gesturing to the gorgeous blonde who was busy running an appreciative eye over his bare chest.

"What do you need?" he asked Hank, feeling his patience fray. Not only had the man interrupted some decent cuddling time with Zoe, but he'd made him think that he was getting Black Jacks' pizza, something that he just couldn't forgive.

"Did you forget about our double date tonight?" Hank bit out, gesturing discretely to the two women standing behind him.

Frowning, Trevor looked back at the woman named Mandy and looked her over. She was beautiful, stunningly so. She had just the right amount of makeup, perfect silky long black hair ending halfway down her back. Her breasts were high and full without the look of plastic and her figure was absolutely perfect.

"We thought we'd head back to the girl's place so that Mandy could cook us all dinner. She's a chef," Hank announced with a cocky grin, no doubt knowing how attractive a woman who could cook was to a Bradford.

What he didn't know was that so far Mandy was scoring pretty high on Trevor's perfect woman list. He shot a look over his shoulder before stepping out onto the front stoop and closing the door behind him.

He shot Mandy a smile that she quickly returned.

"So, Mandy, tell me....are you a Yankees fan?"

"Yes," she said, giving him a flirty little smile.

"Are you close to your family?"

"Yes."

"Large family?"

"Yes," she answered, frowning a bit at his questions or the rapid fire way he was asking them, he didn't know or care.

"Do you think you're fat?" he asked, narrowing his eyes on her as he waited for her to answer.

Her beautiful, perfectly painted mouth worked soundlessly for a moment before she answered. "A little, but I'm on a diet," she rushed to explain as if that's what he wanted to hear.

"Do you like dogs?"

"Yes, but I'm more of a cat person."

"Are you clingy?" he demanded.

"No," she answered with a nervous laugh as she shot her sister, who only shrugged, a look.

With a regrettable sigh he shook his head. "I'm sorry, but this isn't going to work out."

"What the hell are you doing, Trevor?" Hank demanded anxiously. No doubt the man wouldn't be getting laid tonight, but Trevor couldn't help it. He had his standards and this woman failed them.

"Maybe we could go grab a cup of coffee somewhere and get to know-"

He held up his hand, stopping her before she made an even bigger fool out of herself. "Please stop."

"But, I was only-"

"Don't beg."

"I wasn't. I was just-"

"Begging?" Trevor guessed, sighing. "I know, but you're going to have to accept that this would never work out."

She frowned up at him. "I wasn't begging. I was just going to suggest that we should-"

"Look," he said, reaching for the door, "this is just getting sad. I'm just going to go before things get out of hand."

"You bastard," Hank hissed as Trevor stepped past him, but he didn't really care. He was more insulted than anything. What the hell was the man thinking bringing a woman like that to meet him? Did the man think he was so desperate that he'd consider sleeping with a woman like that? It was really insulting, he thought as he climbed onto the couch behind Zoe and pulled her back against his body. She of course rewarded him with an elbow to his gut, which he manfully took since she turned in his arms and cuddled up quite nicely against him.

A half hour later as he dozed off he wondered why Hank brought him a woman like that when he clearly had standards. Then he remembered that the man was a fucking moron and that explained everything.

"God, you feel good, baby," Trevor whispered harshly against her ear and she would have loved to return the compliment, but at the moment she'd lost the ability to speak.

She was however able to moan and scream just a tad bit, which he seemed to really enjoy making her do if his little groans of approval were any indication. As he did that lazy little circular thrust thing that he knew she loved and she spread her legs wider for him and ran her hands over his body, loving the way he felt against her.

"Time for a little change up," Trevor announced softly as he pulled out of her and started kissing his way down her body.

Zoe made a desperate grab for him. "No. No, change up isn't necessary," she said, panting as she gripped his large biceps and attempted to pull him back up where he belonged.

Trevor sighed heavily. "Oh, but I'm afraid it is," he said, pressing a wet kiss to the slope of her breast.

"No, it's not," she said, desperate for him not only because she felt empty without him and wanted him right back where he belonged, but because it was early Sunday morning and bright sunlight was streaming into the room and to be honest a lot of light wasn't exactly her friend during moments like this.

Even though Trevor acted as though he loved her body and was desperate for her she wasn't stupid enough to believe that he'd feel the same way if he got a good look at her. It wasn't as though they hadn't had sex during the day, but she usually kept some of her clothes on or they kept it straightforward and simple in bed. There was a reason why she became more adventurous at night. Soft lamp light was a hell of a lot more flattering than the bright sunlight and helped soften some of her less than flattering features.

"It really is," Trevor said, flicking her already painfully hard nipple with that talented tongue of his. "Just lay back, Zoe, and let me show you how necessary it is," he said in a deeply seductive voice that any other time would have her nodding dumbly, but right now she really needed him to get back up here before she died of embarrassment.

"But I really liked what you were just doing. Let's go back to that," she said, trying to drag him back up, but he wasn't having that.

Chuckling, he easily broke away from her hold and started heading south. "You'll like this too. Trust me," he said, shooting her a wink and a killer smile that would normally have her licking her lips and nodding eagerly, but it was daylight and the man was about to see things that up to this point she'd been able to downplay with soft light.

Swallowing nervously she did her best to sit up, but it was kind of difficult with him hovering over her. "You know what I'd like more?"

"What's that?" he murmured absently as he leaned forward and took one her nipples into his mouth, sucking it between his lips without mercy as he flicked it with his tongue, making it really difficult for her to remember why she wanted him to stop.

He released her nipple with a loud "pop". "Now, just lay back and let me do my work, woman," he said against her skin as he started to head south and suddenly she remembered quite clearly why she wanted him to stop.

When he pressed a kiss to her soft stomach she practically flew away from him. She grabbed one of her large baby pink pillows and hugged it tightly to her body as she squirmed back until her back hit the wall.

Trevor looked stunned as he sat back on his haunches, but no less aroused, Zoe absently noted as she worried her bottom lip. No doubt he thought she was crazy right now, but that was okay with her. As long as he didn't get a good look at her less than ideal body that was more than fine with her. In fact she was more than willing to encourage that little misconception at the moment.

"Is your stomach still upset?" he asked, frowning as he moved closer to her. He cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

Since she'd started eating normally, well normal but healthy, two days ago she'd been dealing with a constantly upset stomach. It usually went away with a little ginger ale, a warm bath, and a little rest. Although her stomach had been upset earlier when she'd woken up it was fine now, but since telling him that wouldn't exactly help her out she decided to lie.

"No?"

"I see," he said, nodding. "Are you feeling sick?"

"Yes?"

"I guess I should leave you so that you can relax," he said with a simple shrug of his shoulders as if it was no big deal, which was actually pretty insulting. Was having sex with her boring? She didn't think so, but apparently he did with his "whatever" attitude. After she bought some really thick, dark curtains to block out every bit of sunlight and hung them up today she'd show him that sex with her was anything but boring.

"I'll get out of your way after I wash up," he said with another shrug that she really didn't appreciate one damn bit. A second later he was climbing off the bed and pulling the condom off his slowly deflating erection while he walked towards the bathroom and she decided she didn't like it one bit.

She tossed the pillow aside and started for the bathroom with every intention of shutting them inside the small bathroom with the thankfully dark curtains drawn and showing him for the next few hours that sex with her was anything but boring.

"Are you feeling better?" Trevor asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"No?" she said, scrambling back on the bed and yanking the baby pink top sheet up and over her breasts. She wished she could cover herself with the blankets and comforter, but they were on the floor at the foot of the bed where Trevor had shoved them off a half hour earlier.

"Oh," he said as he absently scratched his chest. "Have you seen my boxers?"

"Weren't they in the bathroom?" she asked, shooting a look past him towards the half-closed bathroom door. Since he'd stumbled into her room first thing this morning and headed straight to the bathroom as he informed her around a rather loud yawn that she'd better be ready for him by the time he came back out she'd assumed his underwear was in the bathroom.

"Nope," he said as he searched through the pile of blankets on the floor. He stood up a moment later, frowning as he looked around the room. "They're probably on the bed."