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It’s ridiculous really, how he seems to always know what she wants or needs. She’d always felt relaxed around him, always felt like he was attentive and caring, but since she moved into his spare room it was like he had become attuned to her in a way no one else ever had.

It was a temporary arrangement, she kept reminding herself, after her landlord had given her practically no notice that he needed his flat back. She’d been so lucky with the rent on that little flat. It seemed that everywhere else rents had risen crazily high, but sadly her salary had not. She just hadn’t been able to find anything in time. Nowhere that hadn’t moved her to tears at the thought of living there anyway. When she’d broken down and sobbed in the middle of movie night one evening, Colin had pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her. Soothing her with gentle words. He insisted she move in here with him. Of course she must. He apologised for not suggesting it sooner.

A warm sense of calm had flooded her system. She felt safe and wanted.

“Just til I can figure things out. I won't be in the way. I promise.”

He promised he’d love having her around. “It’ll be like movie night every night.” He grinned, wiping her tears away. Encouraging her to stay as long as she wanted.

Three months later, she was still here. And, if she was honest, she hadn’t really put that much effort into looking at alternatives.

Not that Colin seemed to mind or was pressuring her to look for somewhere else to live. On the contrary, every time she showed him a listing he found several things wrong with it. It wasn’t on a good street. Walking home at night wouldn’t be safe. The bedroom was too small for all her clothes and shoes. Even to the point of zooming in claiming he thought he could see mould in the bathroom.

When she said she was thinking of looking at houseshares again to make her money go further, Colin had looked fairly offended that she’d rather share with a stranger than with him.

“Would you prefer that to just staying here?” He sounded almost indignant.

“No, of course not. I just don’t want to outstay my welcome. You weren’t looking for a housemate. And you won’t let me pay any bloody rent!”

“I don’t pay any bloody rent as it is! I’m not making a profit from you being here. I like having you here. It’s… more like home now that you’re here.”

He’d waved off any more talk of flat hunting or rent paying and suggested cooking dinner. Her favourite pasta dish, with butter and garlic. Topping it off with Parmesan, just the way she liked it.

It was very nice living with Colin.

If a little dangerous. It was easy to feel all cosy and domestic with him.

Coming home and chatting about their days. One of them cooking and the other washing up, both of them just hanging out in the kitchen the whole time. Curling up on the sofa and watching a show together. They’d even started having mutual friends over for dinner.

For all intents and purposes they were a couple. Which was exactly what Penelope always wanted them to be.

Only they weren’t a couple. They were friends.

And being friends with the world's most sweet and attentive man, who also happens to be a total hottie, was somewhat of a challenge. Especially when you are living with him.

Penelope tried not to openly ogle him when he walked around in nothing but a towel after his shower each morning. But she may have taken to timing her breakfast with his Towel Time.

They just seemed to fit. As flat shares go, she’d never had such a good match. They liked the same food, drinks and movies. They enjoyed bitching about their colleagues and discussing books they were reading.

Colin was just very easy company. He was the sort of person who knew how you took your tea, whether you preferred fusilli or farfalle, if you’d be home late because you’d had after work drinks and might need some leftovers.

He was just the most thoughtful person she knew.

Only, one evening, Penelope really started to question if this whole belief structure of hers about her best friend was actually true, because when Colin’s little brother Greg came over for dinner, it turned out Colin had forgotten Greg had turned vegetarian (he was trying to impress some girl) and seemed to have no idea that he took his tea with one sugar.

Whereas, Colin knows exactly how long to brew Pen’s tea and exactly how much milk to add. He even knows which biscuits she likes to dunk, and that she doesn’t have time to drink her cuppa at home on Wednesdays as she leaves early to go to the gym before work (he’d started making her morning brew in his travel cup for her to take with her).

So it seemed weird he didn’t know these things about his brother.

They ended up drinking way more than intended that evening, as they doled out advice on how to get the girl Greg likes to notice him.

They were all pretty merry by the time he got an Uber home, but Colin poured the remaining wine into their glasses and the two of them carried on chatting on the sofa.

The conversation meandered from Greg’s potential first relationship to talking about their own firsts. First kisses. First boyfriend and girlfriend. First time.

“God, it was so awkward. I had no idea what I was doing! Thank god she did. She was… well, she wasn’t exactly from Cougar Town, but she was a good bit older than me. I just followed her lead. She basically told me exactly what to do. Hands here. Cock here.” He laughs.

“You can’t have been that clueless?!” She giggles. “This was when you were travelling, right? You’d kissed half the girls at school by then.”

Colin blushes. He looks delightfully sheepish. He’s so easy to tease, and he never takes it the wrong way, even when he blushes he still smiles.

“Not so many. And it’s not the same! A kiss is just putting your lips together. Sex is… there are so many stages and… options. What if you both have totally different ideas?”

“True. It’s fucking awful if you’re not on the same page. I agree.” She frowns and Colin looks suddenly concerned, reaching towards her and brushing his finger tips on the back of her hand.

“Sorry, Pen. Did… did you have a bad experience?”

She shakes her head, dismissing the thought.

“Not exactly. Just guys making assumptions and then making me feel bad for saying what I actually wanted.”

Taking a sip of his drink, he finally glances back at her.

“Which was…?” he asks lightly, his voice deep.

Pen knows this is dangerous territory. They usually skirt around sex or relationships in their conversations. But tonight just feels so… good. Good food, good wine, good company. She feels so relaxed with him that it doesn’t feel weird to answer his slightly naughty question.

“Well… someone who pays attention. Someone who notices what I enjoy. Or… just asks before they come all over my back.”

Colin’s mouth opens and just hangs there. Penelope slaps her hand over her mouth as if she might keep any more embarrassing confessions inside. She has definitely drunk more than usual.

He cracks a smile at her embarrassment but, being Colin, he tries to ease it with a joke. He never leaves her blushing for long.

“Well, yes,” he says. “That sounds like basic manners. They should read Ejaculation Etiquette for Beginners.”

Pen snorts a laugh and Colin grins back at her.

“If you’re going to say the word ejaculation then I’m going to need more wine,” she says in a faux serious tone.

Colin hops up to oblige. He unlocks his phone and drops it in her lap saying she should rack up some appropriate sex confessions music while he gets another bottle.

Pen swipes up to access his open music app which had been controlling the tunes all evening. Only the first open app isn’t the music one, it’s a spreadsheet – which she would have just scrolled past if it hadn’t had her name in the title.

Penelope Cheat Sheet.

She frowns in curiosity and clicks to open it without further thought.

It’s a list. Well, multiple lists under different subheadings.

Her favourite foods and drinks are grouped together. Things they cook regularly together and her favourite dishes from their usual take aways. A separate column lists things she doesn’t like, sometimes with a note: mushrooms (but she eats them anyway), tonic (but she does like gin), aperol, grapefruit…

Another section is titled Gift Ideas and lists clothing brands she wears (including her dress size), her perfume, her make-up brand plus the brand she wishes she could afford and the titles of several books she has been meaning to read.

Important Dates includes her birthday, the date her father died, the date she moved in here and her upcoming big presentation at work.

A section titled At Home catalogues several things which make her heart skip because of how small, even banal, they are. But he’s noticed them and added them to this little list of his. Which blanket she prefers to cuddle up with on the sofa, the brand of soap which makes her hands dry out, the scent of the candles she favours and the one she doesn’t.

She scans each list and is about to scroll further down when Colin calls through from the kitchen.

“Shall I open the last bottle of the Luis Pato?”

And Penelope, only half pulled from her spreadsheet induced trance, replies automatically.

“Is that the duck wine?”

She hears him chuckle and confirm that it is.

“Sounds good,” she says as her eyes flick back to the Food and Drink list and land on the words Luis Pato (aka duck wine).

As Colin walks back into the room she flips the app over to the music one and clicks randomly on the nearest playlist.

She looks up at him and tries to make sense of why her best friend has a list all about her on his phone.

Colin hands her a bowl filled with her favourite tortilla chips and those vegetable crisps she loves. He tops up their glasses then puts the bottle of wine, with a duck on the label, on the table.

He blinks hard, turning to leave as he tells her he needs to take his contact lenses out.

Quickly, Penelope opens the Cheat Sheet again. She needs more time with this, to work out what it all means. Opening the menu, she edits the access options and shares the list with herself.

When Colin, in his thick clear framed glasses, finally crashes back onto the sofa beside her, she hands him back his phone and is entirely distracted from the spreadsheet by the sight of him. His hair is all tousled where he’s run his finger through it, his face looks all fresh and clean, slightly pink where he’s washed it after taking out his lenses. He always looks unbelievably cosy when he puts his glasses on. Younger and softer. She wants to just smush her face against his like a cat.

But she doesn’t. That would be unhinged. So she sips her wine (delicious) and they fall back into their conversation about first times and bad times.

Colin confesses he’d been known as the Duracell Bunny at university, after gaining a reputation for his sexual stamina.

“Is that a confession or a humble brag?!” she teases with a laugh.

He throws his head back and laughs.

“Ha. Both!” He hides his face in his hands. “It wasn’t always a good thing… sometimes I just… I can’t always…”

She watches him squirm and waits for him to find the right words.

“If I don’t feel… like emotionally connected… I can’t always…” he makes a mildly obscene hand gesture and they both laugh, “you know… finish.”

God, he’s almost unbearably sweet. In her experience guys don’t need an emotional connection to finish. They just need a warm place to shove their cocks.

But, all the same, Penelope commiserates. She confesses she can’t always come either.

“Though I think that’s more to do with my choice of selfish partners. Why do so many men think it’s ok to just shoot their load, then roll over and fall asleep? Like… hello… you have hands and a mouth. You could see me satisfied too before you start snoring.”

Colin takes a gulp of his wine and looks at her seriously. “Unforgivable.”

——————

God, she is unbelievably hot. He couldn’t stop staring at her lips. And that dress she’s wearing makes her curves even curvier than usual. She looks so pretty, the way her cheeks flush when she has more than two glasses of wine. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have her here with him. Just hanging out all the time. He practically runs home from work everyday, so eager to see her again.

He especially loves days like today, when they have friends or one of his siblings over for dinner. They feel like a proper couple, hosting a dinner party. He loves how they work together in the kitchen. One of them sous cheffing for the other. It was a few weeks before Pen really relaxed in the kitchen. Initially she’d always defer to him – making it clear it was his space rather than hers. But now it feels more like their space. And if anything she’s the one who usually takes charge and bosses him about which, frankly, he loves.

The only thing missing is that he wants to touch her so badly. To just step behind her and press his hard body to her soft curves while she chops the veggies or stirs the sauce.

Somehow today felt extra couply as they sipped wine, offering advice to his little brother. It was like they were the old married couple people go to, looking for the key to a successful marriage.

And then after Greg left they’d slipped down a rabbit hole of conversation they’d never discussed before.

He can’t believe he told Pen about being the Duracell Bunny. For fuck’s sake. He’s not sure that’s a reputation he wants her to be aware of really, because he’s pretty sure if he ever gets to see her naked he’ll come immediately, embarrassingly untouched.

He’s not sure if he’s delighted or devastated on her behalf that she seems to have had a series of useless partners. But if he is lucky enough to be between her sheets he’ll make sure to correct that.

He plans on being the most satisfying partner she could ever dream of.

She’d said a lot about what she actually wanted from a sexual partner, and it honestly sounded like a fairly basic list of requirements involving consent and being considerate.

How has anyone been lucky enough to be with Pen and not worship the very ground she walks on?

He’d ended up hugging a cushion to try and conceal just how turned on he was by the images which were running through his head. Thoughts of how he could touch her and leave her satisfied.

She was joking around mostly, not trying to be titillating, but hearing the word orgasm fall from her plush lips was enough to make him hard. Then, when she’d talked about hands and mouths and satisfaction, he had wanted to fall to his knees right there and press his face between her thighs until she screamed his name.

He needs to update his spreadsheet before he sleeps and wakes up with a bottleweary head that’s too fuzzy to remember everything properly.

Colin nestles down into his bed, adjusts his glasses and pulls up the spreadsheet on his phone.

He adds a new category titled Sex and adds a Likes and Dislikes column.

He busily adds various things she mentioned and because he’s a bit (quite) drunk he adds little comments too.

Likes:
– Consent (not sure why I’m even listing this because OF COURSE)
– Orgasms (obviously! How are these fuckwits not giving her orgasms?!)
– Her partner to not fall asleep until she’s satisfied (who the fuck is falling asleep when she still wants orgasms?!)
– Foot rubs (kinda sexual, her feet are so dainty)
– Being on top (losing my mind imagining this, how did I not come in my pants when she said this?!)

Dislikes:
– Inconsiderate lovers (quite right, I will be incredibly considerate if she’ll consider me)
– Coming on her body (I’ll come anywhere she wants)

He closes his eyes for a moment and tries to remember if there was anything else specific. He doesn’t think so.

He is about to close the spreadsheet when something catches his eye. Did he type that? How drunk is he if he can’t remember typing that. Perhaps they shouldn’t have rounded off the night with a whiskey.

– Coming on her body without asking first (I’ll come anywhere she wants)

It was even in italics. He definitely didn’t put anything in italics.

What the fuck?

Then he sees a yellow cursor flag as someone clicks into the Likes column.

Someone else is in his document. How the fuck is someone else in his document?! WHO the fuck is in his document.

Whoever it is starts to type.

– Nipple play (pretty sensitive there)
– Clitoral stimulation (fingers, sucking, tongue)
– Being in control of the pace (on top or other positions)

Colin’s heart is racing. He cannot fathom what is happening and he clicks the menu button to try and see who is in his document adding Penelope’s specific sexual likes. And when he sees the little yellow icon he feels like his chest has caved in.

Penelope Featherington.

Pen.

Pen is the one in his document.

He sits up in bed, his heart pounding.

Pen is the one who can see everything he has catalogued, from her preference for Yorkshire Tea to her dislike of inconsiderate lovers.

Fuck.

Pen can see his deranged little list. His Penelope Cheat Sheet. Pen knows he’s actively trying to remember everything about her. Pen knows he’s purposefully buying all the things she likes. Pen knows he was losing his mind thinking about her being on top. Pen knows he’d come anywhere she wants.

FUCK.

She’s going to think he’s a creepy little fucker and never trust him again. She’s going to move out and cut him out of her life. She’s… actually adding things to his list?!

Specific sexual things. So now he knows she likes her nipples being played with. Fucking fuck. And she enjoys her clit being sucked. Fuuuuuck. And she likes controlling the pace. Fuck, he’s hard as a fucking rock.

Has she typed anything else?!

He closes the menu and returns to where she’d been typing.

She’s added a few more things to the Likes column.

– Being taken from behind (standing, kneeling or lying down)
– Sleepy morning sex (being woken by lips on my neck and hands on my body)
– Blow jobs (I swallow)

Colin gulps, his mouth is suddenly incredibly dry. He grabs the water by his bed and chugs it down. Then just stares at the spreadsheet wondering if this is real. Is Pen actually typing a list of her sexual likes (blow jobs, she put blow jobs in her Likes column) or a list of his deepest fantasies? Is she really sitting in her own bed, on her own phone, on the other side of this wall and typing the words I swallow?!

He feels paralysed.

Is she messing with him? Does she know what this list is? That he’s irrevocably in love with her and desperate to win her favour?

He hasn’t typed anything since she started so maybe she doesn’t even know he is watching.

Fuck. What is he supposed to do?!

She types again.

– Towel Time (unmissable)

What the fuck is Towel Time?

He stares at it for a few moments and then, with a shaking hand, he clicks to type, adding a question mark in brackets. If she’s into towel time enough to add it to the list then he wants to know what it is. He wants to know everything about her. Every want and desire. He wants to fulfil them all.

He watches her yellow flag appear again and delete the entry he has questioned, then replace it with a clarification which breaks his entire brain.

– Colin walking round the flat wearing nothing but a towel (I’m constantly wet just thinking about it)

He stands. He stands up immediately. How can he stay seated when Pen just said that he’s been turning her on – pretty much daily – for weeks. Unmissable, she’d put. And he has noticed that when he walks through to the kitchen after his shower she is always in there. And he’s enjoyed seeing her eyes flick to his chest. He might even admit that after the first time that happened he has, possibly, been doing it every day in the hope that she was in fact checking him out. And yes, he’s definitely been working out more too.

And the thought of it is making her wet?! FUCK. He needs to… he needs to…

He needs to stop communicating via spreadsheet and… spread her out on her sheets. And he needs to not say that out loud when he does or she’ll rightly kick him out.

He paces around his room. Is this actually happening? Does she want him to go to her? What if he does and she isn’t actually up for that?

He looks at his phone again.

Well… he can just ask, he decides. Because apparently she seems to be into his Cheat Sheet so he may as well use it some more.

He takes a deep breath and types:

– Colin knocking on Pen’s bedroom door (?)

Pen swiftly edits it to:

– Colin opening Pen’s bedroom door

He exhales. He hadn’t even noticed he was holding his breath. He types again:

– Colin coming into Pen’s room (?)

Pen deletes the end of the sentence until it just says Colin coming which he stares at for so long he thinks she is done (and, god knows, he is done for) but then she types until it says:

– Colin coming (anywhere he wants)

He lets out an embarrassing little whimper. He wants her so badly. He has wanted her so badly for such a long time but he is finding it hard to move his feet towards her room.

Pen starts typing again. Making a whole new section titled Sex admin with two columns headed Pen and Colin.

Christ.

He watches her complete her info and Colin thinks he might be losing his mind. Surely he is dreaming. Or so desperately drunk he’s hallucinating.

Pen has just written him a list of sexual wants and is now letting him know how long it was since her last partner, since her last STI test, that she’s clean, on birth control but doesn’t have any condoms available. But she’s open to fucking without one. She adds a note in brackets that she’s open to that with him, it’s not something she’s done before.

He sits down on his bed. His hands are shaking a little and he feels like his knees might give way.

Is she calmly typing all this as if it’s a standard work document? Or is she also freaking out?

How are they using a spreadsheet as foreplay?

He starts to enter his details in response. It’s been a really fucking long time since he slept with anyone. He’s tested, clean and has never had sex without a condom but is also open to it with her, he doesn’t add that the thought of doing so is making his cock throb.

He stares at the spreadsheet and is just trying to gather the courage to move when he hears her call from the other room.

“If you don’t hurry up I’m going to start without you.”

It’s what she always says when he’s faffing around getting snacks and she’s waiting to press play on their movies. Her voice – teasing and bossy and so incredibly real – makes his heart leap and his feet move.

He’s about to knock on her door when he remembers what she put on the list so he just opens it and steps into her bedroom, realising only then that he’s just wearing his boxer briefs.

——————

Penelope drops her phone by her bed the second she hears his footsteps approaching her door.

She bites her lip and tries to steady her breathing as her door swings open and Colin – her Colin, sweet and thoughtful and apparently obsessed with her likes and desires – steps into her room.

And, God Almighty, he is practically naked. His warm tanned skin glows in the low lamp light. She’s been memorising every muscle and curve of his body when she has (definitely not) been ogling him during Towel Time. That was from the waist up. She rarely allowed herself a glance at the towel covered portion because when she did, she was confronted with a sizable bulge and it rendered her unable to make casual conversation with him or finish her breakfast.

But now he’s standing in front of her in his underwear, and they leave very little to the imagination.

If she was imagining him striding into her room late at night she certainly would imagine him semi naked and fully hard, and that’s exactly what appears to be happening now.

How is this real? How is he real?!

The booze had helped her disconnect a little from reality as she started adding notes to his Cheat Sheet. She’d started correcting his entry about coming on her body without even thinking about it. It seemed somehow perfectly normal to update his unhinged little list of her turn offs and turn ons. She definitely didn’t want him to think he couldn’t come on her body because, holy fuck, look at him. He was a vision of sexiness and if he asked her nicely (because of course he would ask nicely) she’d let him come anywhere he wanted and thank him for the gift.

Even the notes he’d added in brackets were polite. I will be incredibly considerate if she’ll consider me – in what world would she not?! She’s practically made ‘considering Colin’ an Olympic sport.

He only had a few generalities listed under Sex and it didn’t seem like it would hurt to give him a bit more detail. His list was very specific elsewhere. Yes, she does prefer the lavender and bergamot bath soak to just the plain lavender one, thanks for noticing, Colin.

She hadn’t really thought about anything beyond what she was typing. She didn’t envisage that it would actually lead to anything. It was just a spreadsheet.

Only then the spreadsheet started asking specific questions about Towel Time and knocking on doors and suddenly she realised that this whole thing could lead somewhere. That it could lead exactly where she always hoped, but never really believed, they could go.

Colin is an overthinker. She knows this about him. So she decided she should take charge. He loves it when she bosses him about, why should this be any different?

She makes the Sex Admin section and, realising she doesn’t actually have any condoms, makes it clear that it’s not a problem if he doesn’t either. She trusts Colin more than anyone. She wants Colin more than anyone.

The ache between her thighs is raging at the thought of him sliding into her with no barrier between them. And when he responds in kind and she still doesn’t hear his footsteps approaching she snaps and just yells through the wall to him. Because, god help her, she needs to take care of the ache if he’s not going to.

But now he’s here. He’s here and he’s magnificent. And she needs him to touch her so she knows this is real.

“Pen,” he whispers and the sound of her name on his lips sends tingles across her skin. “May I...?”

“Please…” The desperation in her voice seems to propel him towards her because suddenly he is there, kneeling on her bed, one hand on her cheek as he guides them both back onto her pillow.

And he kisses her.

His lips are soft but pressed to hers with a firm insistence that makes her tremble. He is kissing her like she’s his final meal.

She lifts her hand to his neck and he moans softly against her lips as her fingers curl into the hair at his nape.

His eagerness to lie her back and press himself against her meant he didn’t stop to get under the covers, so they’re separated by her duvet between them.

Penelope tries to tell him to get under the covers, or throw them off entirely but the words seem to get lost on their way to her mouth and all she can do is kiss him back. She never wants to stop kissing him.

She parts her lips and his tongue licks into her mouth. He groans as if she is the most delicious thing he has ever tasted.

She thinks again how she needs the duvet between them to be gone. She needs to feel his warm skin against hers, needs to feel his hard length press against her thigh or her stomach or her clit.

“I need…” she mumbles against his lips and is devastated when it causes him to pull back. His eyes search her face and as she leans in to kiss him again he withdraws further, forcing her to look at him. Slowing them. Focusing them.

But she is lost in his gaze. Unable to form a single thought beyond how his eyes are such a remarkable shade of blue.

“What do you need?” he asks. His voice, deep and soft, is like being wrapped in a blanket.

A blanket. Ah, yes, that’s what she needs.

“I need you closer.” She wriggles to try and pull the duvet clear. “Get in here.”

He smiles. “I need that too.” And rolls so they can pull the covers aside and he slides into the warm bed beside her.

Penelope reaches for his face, her palm to his cheek and he leans into her touch.

His hair is a mess, his cheeks a little flushed, his glasses smudged.

“Shall we lose these?” She gently lifts his glasses from his face and puts them on the bedside table.

“And this?” He tugs on her oversized t-shirt. She smiles and pulls it off, but the duvet still covers her from view. Beneath it though, his hands immediately find her naked body and he starts to slide his body further down.

“As you’ve taken my glasses, I’ll need to get closer.” He flashes her a grin. “To take a proper look.”

He continues sliding down and under the covers completely.

Then he groans loudly. “Oh my god, Pen.”

And his head pops back up.

“Wow,” he breathes softly. Reverently. His eyes on hers. “You are so beautiful.” He kisses her gently. “Beautiful.” He whispers against her lips. “Every part of you.” More soft kisses. “Mindblowingly sexy.”

He moves to disappear beneath the covers again.

“I’m gonna need a moment alone with your breasts,” he says seriously as she giggles. Then he smirks and twitches his eyebrows at her before pulling the covers over his head again.

Penelope watches the shape of him move beneath her duvet as he rolls onto her, nestling his body between her legs. She feels his mouth on one breast, his hand cupping the other. His tongue licks over her nipple and he sucks it lightly into his mouth.

Penelope moans and presses her hips up into him. God, he feels so good she wants to scream.

His fingers pinch at the nipple not being gratified by his lips and tongue. The combination of sensations, soft and wet on one side, sharper and rougher on the other, while the weight of him presses between her legs, makes her dizzy with pleasure.

She moans his name, and snakes her hand into his hair, gripping him lightly, holding him in place. He groans in response and the vibrations on her nipple make her gasp in delight.

“Fuck… Colin…”

He moans again, scraping his teeth against her nipple before switching sides.

What is he doing to her? She feels like she’s lost all sense of control. Her head is swimming and she feels like her grip on his hair is her only tether to the real world.

The more she moans the bolder he becomes, pulling her nipple lightly between his teeth til she squeals, then kissing and licking to soothe the sting. His thumb swirls circles on her other nipple as he palms her breast more firmly.

When he switches sides again he starts working his tongue against her nipple in a steady rhythm, sucking and licking as her pleasure builds.

She’s never come from nipple play before but, fuck, she thinks she’s about to come now.

Her hips roll against him in time with the way his mouth is working her nipple.

“Yes… fuck… just like that… please…”

She feels her pleasure build and roll down her back. Her body moves with the flow of the sensation and she arches into him, gripping his hair and pressing her breast into him.

Her orgasm swells over her in waves. She’s never experienced anything so intense before and when it finally subsides, and her body relaxes, she realises she’s gripping Colin’s hair so tight she is in danger of pulling it out completely.

“Sorry!” she gasps, releasing her hold on him.

His head lifts and she pushes the covers back to see him grinning at her from between her breasts.

“Did you…?” He lets the question hang. Watching her with a mixture of uncertainty and delight on his face.

She laughs and gasps for breath.

“Yeah… fuck. I didn’t know that was even a thing.”

She rubs his head gently where she’d been pulling his hair.

“You’ve never come like that before?” The smile on his lips grows wider.

“Never. Fuck, it was intense.” She drops her head back on her pillow and breathes deeply.

Colin crawls higher to meet her eye. He looks so fucking proud and smug, amused and joyous that she can’t help but laugh.

“That was amazing.” He grins at her. “Can we do it again?”

She giggles. “I don’t know.” His eager face just grins at her in glee. “My nipples might need a minute.”

Colin leans down and kisses her lips. It’s firm but gentle, full of longing and reassurance. It’s the sort of kiss she has seen in movies but never experienced. It feels so full of feeling that her heart almost bursts. Her whole body is tingling from her orgasm and his lips just make her tingle all the more.

When he eventually pulls back and looks at her again, he smiles.

“I’m definitely updating the nipple entry on the spreadsheet. You underplayed it by a mile.”

She laughs loudly and he laughs with her. She’s never laughed in bed like this with anyone before. It feels so… nice. So right. It feels like them but turned up a notch. A really pleasurable notch. She thinks how it should feel weird that he just had his mouth on her breasts but actually it just feels amazing.

His eyes are practically sparkling. He gazes at her as if she’s the eighth wonder of the world.

“We definitely need to talk more about your little spreadsheet,” she says with a smile, but she narrows her eyes at him in suspicion.

He looks too blissed out to worry though and just cocks his head slightly and asks “Now?” before kissing a trail from her temple to her throat. She cranes her head automatically to give him better access.

“After,” she replies and he hums his acknowledgement as he continues his kisses.

“Can I go down on you?”

He keeps kissing, slowly moving down her body, glancing up at her as he goes, waiting for her permission.

“Isn’t it my turn to touch you now?” Her body feels like jelly, she’s not sure she could do anything other than lie here right now but she desperately wants to pleasure him too. She imagines using her mouth on him and her pussy clenches at the thought. “I’d rather like to taste you, actually.”

She watches his eyes close as he moans against her skin.

“God… Pen,” he looks up at her again, “I am so incredibly turned on right now if you touch me there… I’m going to embarrass myself. And I’d rather make sure you’re feeling satisfied… just in case I need to roll over and go to sleep afterwards.”

He smiles sheepishly then kisses her stomach again.

“Please?” he adds between kisses.

She feels his hands on her too, fingers gliding over her skin, up her thighs and achingly close to where she is throbbing with need for him.

“So polite,” she says, trying to sound cool and teasing but the gasp she inhales betrays her.

He kisses her again, his tongue wet against her skin.

“And needy,” he says, watching her still. “I need to taste you.” Another kiss, slightly lower. “Please, Pen.”

His hands rest on her thighs, awaiting her permission.

Her whole body prickles with every soft kiss. Unsure she’s able to speak anymore she simply nods at him and sees his eyes crease with a smile.

His hands part her thighs further as he continues kissing his trail to her wet centre.

Colin moans against her as his lips kiss her damp curls.

Her head is swimming, she clutches the sheets in her fists barely able to keep still as his lips connect with her clit.

“Fuck,” she gasps.

Penelope hears him mumbling between kisses, moaning his delight at the taste of her, the feel of her, the sound of her.

As he presses his fingers to her entrance she feels like the needy one. She needs him more than she’s needed anything in her life. She rolls her hips so he presses deep inside her wet warmth. His mouth and tongue on her clit, repeating the rhythm they played against her nipples, have her bucking and writhing against his face.

And fuck, he has her falling in seconds. It’s all she can do to remember to breathe.

As she starts to come down he curls his fingers inside her, and just nuzzles his face into her, giving her pressure without sucking on her sensitive, swollen clit.

“Colin… fuck… oh…” she gasps and reaches for him, hands in his hair again, pressing him into her. She feels his moan more than hears it and as his fingers continue their perfect pressure inside her, and another orgasm crests. Colin kisses her wet folds, licking and groaning and making her feel quite mad with pleasure.

She releases her hold on his hair again, apologising once again for how tightly she pulled. He looks up at her, face glistening with her arousal and shakes his head.

“Don’t apologise. I fucking love it.”

——————

How the fuck was she so fucking perfect!? How had this already pretty great evening turned into the best fucking night of his life? How was he supposed to function when her lips were wrapped around his cock??

Because now she is on her knees before him, as he sits on the side of her bed.

He’d apologised in advance for how quickly he was likely to come and asked her again if he could tease another orgasm from her first, but she was insistent.

“I want you in my mouth, Colin.”

And he couldn’t really argue with that.

Maybe standing would delay him, he suggested.

“If I lie down and relax, I’m not sure I’ll make it past your lips.”

Even thinking it made his cock twitch.

She’d knelt and as he stood he towered over her almost comically. Both of them laughed, it could not work in this configuration. But she’d slid off his underwear and looked up at his hard cock and he watched as she took in the sight of him, licking her lips, she just pushed him back to sit on the bed.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, watching her exhale, tongue wetting her lips, her eyes raking up and down his length.

She leans closer and he feels her breath on him. Glancing up at him for a second she presses her face to him, kissing his shaft.

Pleasure shivers through his whole body. He makes a noise so fragile and needy, and his heart feels like it might fly right out of his mouth.

“I’ll take it slow,” she whispers, almost like she’s talking directly to his dick, reassuring it.

She kisses him again, lingering a little longer.

“Pen…” He’s not even sure what he wants to say. Just her name. He feels unmoored and just the feel of her name in his mouth is reassuring.

She slides her hands up his thigh, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock. Then she glances up at him and smiles. All he can do is gape at her in return, mouth hanging wide as he takes a shuddery breath.

She kisses the tip, then licks his precum from her lips.

She kisses him again, her tongue brushing against his sensitive head making him gasp. She teases the tip on her lower lip, rocking gently but not yet taking him inside her mouth.

His whole body is buzzing. He isn’t aware of anything other than Pen moaning and licking the length of his cock.

“God, Pen…”

She hums in satisfied acknowledgement of his needy whimper. And god, he needs her. He thought he needed her before, needed her smile and her laughter and her friendship, but this, now… he needs her like he needs air.

Her lips, pouting against him, slowly part as she presses down around him. Slowly, slowly she sucks him into her mouth. And, fuck, she moans as she does. Moans like she’s never wanted anything more than to hold his hard dick in her warm, wet mouth.

Colin groans in return, because – fucking hell – nothing has ever felt so good as this.

“My god…” His voice quavers. He tries to think of something entirely unsexy to stop himself from just exploding but he can’t think about anything except Penelope.

The sounds she made when his teeth grazed her nipple.

The way she trembled the first time he made her come.

The delicious sting on his scalp as she tugged his hair.

The taste of her. God, the taste of her will fuel his dreams for the rest of his days.

She moves slowly, massaging him with her tongue. All the way down, and all the way back up.

“God… Pen… fucking… Christ.”

He babbles and moans and has no idea what he’s saying. She hums or moans in response around his cock. Pausing with him deep in her throat, or popping off for a few seconds to let him calm down if she feels him getting close to his release.

He was sure he would spill on her lips the second she touched him but she reads him like a book. Somehow knowing exactly what he needs to keep him teetering on the edge of his orgasm.

She is perfect, perfect, perfect.

As she raises off him one more time, he tries to take a steadying breath, hearing the shudder as he breathes out and in.

She kisses the tip again and looks up at him. She is so fucking sexy he is losing his mind.

“Will you come for me?” she asks, so sweetly.

“I would do anything for you,” he replies, completely wrecked.

She smiles. “Then come in my mouth. I want to taste you on my tongue and swallow you down.”

He cannot reply. He just whines a quivering little noise which seems to please her no end as she grins at him then returns her attention to his throbbing cock.

Her fingers squeeze the base now, firmly pumping the remaining length she cannot fit into her mouth. Her head bobbing, her curls tickling his thighs. Colin’s eyes are so wide, he wants to memorise every second of this. How she looks, how she feels, how she sounds.

Then he feels the pressure build, he knows he could not stop it now, even if he tried.

“Fuck… Pen, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming…” and he does. She releases her hands from his dick as he comes, grabbing his thighs, he feels her nails digging in. Her tongue and her lips massage his throbbing cock as he comes into her mouth, he feels her swallowing around his dick and he wants to say her name again, but he can’t breathe.

She holds him inside her as he slows and calms. His shuddering breaths slowing and steadying until he can eventually speak.

“Pen… oh my god… oh my god…”

She gently pulls off his softening cock, wiping around her lips and smiling at how wrecked he looks.

“Was it alright?” she asks but her proud little smile makes it clear she knows it was.

“Alright? No, it was fucking incredible. I’ve never come like that before… my god…”

“You’ve never come from a blow job? Seriously?”

He pulls her up and on to the bed with him.

“No, never. I’m usually the fucking Duracell Bunny, remember?”

“Mmh… how satisfying.” She grins.

He laughs and kisses her. He can taste himself on her tongue.

“I agree! So… fucking… satisfying.” He laughs, still trying to catch his breath.

She takes his hand and pulls it between her legs then. His fingers press into her, finding her so incredibly wet.

“I could be a little more satisfied,” she whispers, then hums in pleasure as he presses his fingers inside her.

“God, you’re so wet.”

“Mmmh… I told you blow jobs were on my Likes list.”

Lying side by side he works her on his fingers til she comes twice more and they fall asleep tangled together.

——————

Penelope wakes to the sound of gentle snoring behind her. It takes her a second to fully wake and realise it’s Colin. Colin is snoring in her bed. Naked. With his arm over her waist and his leg between her thighs. And did she mention he was naked?

Her thoughts drift to last night as she replays how he’d touched her, kissed her, let her wrap her lips around him. He was everything she’d ever wanted and he was sleeping in her bed. Naked.

She nestled back, deeper into his arms. His snoring stills and she worries she has woken him. She didn’t mean to, she actually could use a minute to think.

He’d made a list about her. A Cheat Sheet. And she’d had enough wine last night to just sort of go with the flow – and god knows, she regretted nothing – but she was wondering now what this all means. Was last night all this was? Was he just trying to charm his way into her bed? And if so, what happens now he’s in it?

As far as Penelope is concerned he can stay in her bed for the rest of time. But if he just wants to be friends… well… yes, that’s fine too. He’s too important to lose over a one night stand. If that’s what this was.

But he did make a list.

She feels him stirring. Nuzzling into her curls, tightening his arms around her.

He drags his fingertips up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. She squirms against him, feeling him hardening against her.

“Mmmmh.” He kisses the top of her head, and gently presses his hips towards her. “Good morning.”

Ok, this seems like a good start. It’s not a ‘hop-out-of-bed-and-redraw-the-lines-of-friendship good morning’ it’s a ‘can-you-feel-my-morning-wood good morning’.

He runs his hand back down her arm and threads his fingers with hers.

“I seem to recall mention of sleepy morning sex on the Likes list.” He thrusts against her again.

She takes a deep breath. “About that list…”

“Uh oh.” He nuzzles into her hair again and kisses her ear. “Am I in trouble?” he whispers.

Cheeky fucker.

“Do you think you can just be charming and naked and you won’t have to explain yourself?”

He lets go of her hand and rubs his palm up her body, cupping her breast.

“I thought I’d made myself quite clear last night.”

She squirms against him again, she might still need to know some things but he’s rubbing his thumb against her nipple and she’s only human.

“Well…” She tries to gather her thoughts. “Not exactly… were you…” He’s very distracting.

He kisses her neck. “Was I what?”

“Were you just trying to get into my pants?” She presses her ass back into him again.

But Colin freezes. “What? No.”

He rolls her onto her back so he can look her in the eye. “No, Pen. I was… trying to get into your heart.”

His hand moves from her breast to rest over her heart. He presses it there. His palm is so warm. His eyebrows are pinched with a look of concern.

“Oh,” she says, leaning up to smooth the frown from his brow. “You were already in there.”

She gives him a small smile. He still looks a little concerned so she leans in and kisses him.

She thinks of all the moments she has known him and loved him in secret, she tries to kiss all the love right into him. So he’ll know. He’ll know that she wants to be in his heart too.

After a moment she feels him relax again. His hands roam over her skin once more and she manoeuvres herself around so she can roll onto him, straddling him. Leaning over to continue their kiss, she slides her wet folds over his hard length. They both said it was ok. Ok to connect like this, with nothing between them. And she wants him so badly.

His hands slide down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her. She reaches between them and notches him at her entrance. Slowly she presses down, enveloping him.

He gasps her name and she moans as he thrusts up into her.

God, he feels so perfect. Filling her and stretching her and pressing just where she needs him.

She pushes up to sitting and moves her hips a little.

“Fuck. Pen, you are so beautiful.”

She runs her fingernails down his chest. “You are so beautiful,” she tells him as she gets into a rhythm, his hands in her hips following her motion.

“I have questions now,” he says before moaning as she rolls her hips in a motion he seems to like.

“Mmmh?” She slows her pace. Watching him. “Ok?”

“Like or Dislike. One night stands?”

She slowly lifts her hips. “With you?” He nods.

“Dislike.” She presses down on his cock again, groaning at the feel of him deep inside her.

He squeezes her hips, pulling her close. “Friends with benefits?” he asks.

She pulls up again, and watches his mouth open as he gasps. Then plunges back down onto him.

“Dislike.”

“Fuck… Pen.” He squeezes her hips again, groaning and pressing his hips up into her.

“We don’t have to label it, Col. If you prefer we can just…”

He pushes himself up so he’s eye to eye with her, his hand on the back of her head, guiding her towards his lips.

“I want to label it.” He kisses her, deep and messy. Biting her lip as he pulls back.

Her heart is pounding in her chest.

“I want to label the fuck out of it.”

She stares into his eyes. Colin, her Colin, wants her. He wants her and she wants him and she thinks that nothing will top this feeling. Being wrapped around him, so close they are as one, while he declares himself. She is done for.

“I want ‘Property of Penelope Featherington’ tattooed on my fucking forehead.”

She laughs then, and he laughs too. Then kisses the giggles from her lips.

“If that’s ok with you?”

Yes it’s ok, it’s very ok. And she plans on spending the rest of their morning (week, month, lives) showing him and telling him just how ok that is.