Frequencies (Mature Content Warning)

Persephone laughed as she pulled her hand away from him nearly dropping her cell phone. "Don't even say that playing around," she took two steps toward the kitchen half expecting to hear him behind her but was met with staunch silence. Apprehensively she halted and slowly turned back to look at him.

Chris looked as serious as someone who had just found out their pet had died.

"Chris?" She called out questioningly.

He bit his lip staring solemnly at her.

"Were you serious?" She followed up with a heavy feeling settling in her stomach.

Chris's lips broke out into a small smile. "Would it be the worst thing in the world if we had a kid? or half a dozen?"

Half a dozen?!

Persephone shook her head. "No!" She exclaimed as she walked to the kitchen dropping her jeans and her cell phone on top of a counter stool "No, Chris!" She went to the sink, picking up a sponge from the sponge rack and began washing the wine glass angrily. "Absolutely not!"

She felt Chris in calm pursuit of her.

As she rinsed the suds off the glass she sensed as he joined her in the kitchen. She turned to him pointing a finger on her free hand his way. "Kids are an irreversible commitment and quite frankly, I'm disgusted at your cavalier attitude." Knowing Chris preferred to dry his wine glasses with some fancy kitchen towels, she purposefully grabbed a paper towel instead to complete the task. "Have you even ever taken care of a kid?"

Chris came over to take the wine glass away from her hands and remedy her spiteful error pulling one of his fancy towels from one of the special drawers where these towels were stored.

"Well, there's been Braden," he said calmly, clearly having the same conversation on a separate frequency as her.

Persephone crossed her arms and stared at him. "Playing with a little boy for fifteen minutes is not the same as raising a newborn and being wholly responsible for it for the first eighteen years of its life," she stated emphatically turning her head to look at him as he walked to the cabinet where the wine glasses were kept.

After closing the cabinet door, he came up behind her pressing her front against the cold flat surface of the farm style sink. His hands slid up and down her outer thighs, his fingers gripped her hips pushing them against his own leaving no question that he wanted her. "Your ass looks so sexy poking out from under those panties," he whispered against her neck.

Persephone's breath caught. She felt her body responding in small explosions of curious pleasure that seemed to seize every surface of her skin. He grabbed her chin, turning her face toward him before ravaging her mouth with a feral kiss. She felt him pull her panties down under her butt cheeks so he could press the outer length of his erection in the middle, stimulating himself between the firmness of her rounded mounds. His hands traveled roughly under the black blouse she still wore and under her bra.

She inhaled his masculine newly washed scent and felt herself falling into his abyss of desire that was always ready to claim her. When her body sent signals of desire in the simultaneous forms of a pooling warmth and pulsating deep within her core, she knew she had to put a stop to what was about to happen before things went too far.

"Let's go upstairs," she whispered as she pulled away from him and righted her boyshorts on her body. She grabbed her things from the stool she had set them on and rushed up the stairs to his bedroom. As soon as she entered the master bedroom, she threw the jeans over her side of the bed. She had no idea where on the floor they had landed but that wasn't her priority right now. She placed her phone on his nightstand and quickly opened the top drawer to pull out a condom.

She took off the blouse she wore, chucking it in the same direction as her jeans.

She was trying to open the golden wrapper when Chris finally joined her. "Come here, baby," she whispered. "I'll even slide it on you."

She sensed his reluctance but thankfully he didn't say no.