They didn’t say anything at first. Mike hissed as he rinsed out the scraped patches on his knees, and Sadie soaked her arm under the hot water a long time: the skin hadn’t broken, but she already had bruises in two thick lines coming up where the dog’s jaws had clenched onto her.
“We should put some ice on that,” Mike said, and closed his eyes and put his face into the spray, dirt and blood sheeting away off his skin.
“Yeah. Hold still,” Sadie said, and carefully worked an inch-long splinter out of Mike’s shoulder without breaking it.
They got the worst of the dirt off, having to scoop leaves and junk off the drain cover a couple times to keep the tub from backing up. Afterwards Sadie put herself under the stream for a while, braced against the wall, and let the water run. Mike put soapy hands on her shoulders and ran them down her back, thumbs pressing hard right where she needed it. “Fuck,” Sadie groaned, arching into it.
She turned and got her own hands on Mike’s waist, soap-slick running down his sides like an invitation, and it just felt so fucking good to touch him, to prove to herself they were both in one piece. Mike’s grip was tightening on her hips, drawing her in close, and Sadie ran her hand up Mike’s chest and pulled his head down.
They were kissing under the water, eyes shut against the spray and sweet water getting in their mouths, over chapped lips, licking at Mike’s tongue. The shower wasn’t big enough, nowhere near big enough, and the third time they wobbled and nearly fell out, Sadie reached back blindly and shut off the water.
“Come on,” she said, panting, and shoved a towel at Mike.
Mike pushed her back flat onto her bed and crawled on over her, up on his hands and knees.
Sadie shoved a pillow under her own head and got her hand around Mike’s dick, jerking it easy and slow, just getting warmed up, watching the way Mike’s face went all soft and hungry, panting.
“I want,” Mike said, “Sadie, I want—” his hips pushing his cock into Sadie’s fist, steady.
“Yeah,” Sadie said, scared for her fucking life, although she had to have done this a million fucking times with Maury. It was different though, with someone else, chest rising and falling deep and slow because she couldn’t get enough air, hands clenched on Mike’s hips so they wouldn’t shake, feeling so goddamn alive with Mike shivering under her hands.
Mike leaned over the side of the bed and groped in Sadie’s bedside table, and then Sadie shut her eyes and let Mike work her open.
“God, you’re so—” Mike said, against her belly, and put his mouth on Sadie’s nipple, and it was all brand-new, like she’d never had this before, her nipple hardening under Mike’s tongue, so hot and wet she was fighting to keep from just shoving at him.
“You can, you can,” Mike said, and went down on her, hands tucked under Sadie’s hips and pushing her up. Sadie grabbed onto Mike’s head with both hands and let herself thrust crazily up, sloppy and off-target, Mike licked clumsily at her, scraping a little with his teeth, until her clitoris was swollen and aching and Mike caressed it in his big hand, mouthing along it with his tongue, sucking on the head, fingers of his other hand pushing back in. It was rough, and it hurt a little, but she was already sore and flying high anyway, and it was so fucking hot the way Mike turned her over, the way Mike’s cock pressed into her, slicked up and forcing her, her legs spreading wide.
She pushed her face into the pillow, panting, her vagina damp and leaking as he thrust into her, they’d kicked the cover off onto the floor, and Mike was so fucking big, all over her, and Jesus, she had to have it. “Yeah, baby,” she said, and she didn’t know how she’d gone this long without this, Mike’s hips snapping forward into her, driving, and she pushed up into it, so fucking good, so good—
Mike said, “Jesus, please,” and wrapped his slick hand in a fist against her entrance, stimulating her in time, and she went over like her head was coming off, slumping down into the pillows and going over onto her side because her arms couldn’t work anymore, Mike slid down with her, arm wrapped around her waist and breathing so cracked and broken it sounded like he was crying. After a little while, Sadie turned over and pulled Mike down onto her shoulder, her hand dug into Mike’s dreadlocks, Mike breathing against her skin still in those choked-off short gasps, trembling.
Sadie said softly, stroking him, easing him down, “It’s okay. I’ve got you, it’s okay,” rubbing his shoulders, the back of his neck where his hair was curling damply. Sadie wasn’t ever going to move again. She didn’t get how she’d ever forgotten this, feeling like this: like she’d forgotten how to breathe or eat or fire a gun, something essential.
Morning was fighting its way past the lace curtains in the window before they came down enough to fall asleep, Mike’s leg thrown over her and head still pillowed on Sadie’s shoulder. Sadie woke up late in the afternoon when a shadow slid off her face and let the sun into her eyes. She was starving, but she didn’t move, just drifted with her fingers running over Mike’s arm, a scar in the crook of the elbow; she didn’t know how Mike had gotten it, but it felt familiar under her touch. Mike smiled against her skin, sleepy and so goddamn smug Sadie could feel it.
“Don’t even fucking start with me,” Sadie said. “You didn’t know any more than I did.”
“I knew there had to be a reason why I put up with you,” Mike said, and licked at her neck until Sadie shoved his head away. Mike grinned and just came right back, sat up and pinned her shoulders down and kissed her, over and over, sloppy annoying kisses all over her face.
“Bitch, you are going down,” Sadie said, twisting her head away to either side. She shoved her knee up between Mike’s thighs, Mike groaning and pressing back into it. Sadie grinned and locked her legs around Mike’s thigh and flipped him hard, and the bed squealed in complaint and sort of sank under them as they hit.
Mike stared up at her, both of them frozen, and then they cracked up. Sadie cautiously let herself back down to the mattress, and Mike reached over and tugged her in close again, hips slotting together easy, her leg sliding between Mike’s. Their heads were on the pillows, so close she could feel Mike’s breath on her lips, and her heart turned over like an engine starting, and Mike said softly, “Yeah,” bringing his hand up to cup Sadie’s face, rubbing his thumb slowly over Sadie’s mouth.
“Yeah, me too.”
Sadie’s eyes widened suddenly in fear, “Oh God, the kids!” she whisper shouted.