DAREN'S POV
Her head lays on my chest, and I gently stroke her long dark hair, tucking wayward strands from her chubby face.
"It's Tuesday, darling. Trust me, I wish we could remain cozy in bed and not worry about serving your junk freaks." My eyes meet hers.
"or you having to sit your hard ass on an effing table and go through stacks of boring papers to serve justice to the marginalized and victimized."
I press my lips on hers and on her forehead and chubby cheeks as she chuckles.
"Common, let me show you something." She gets off the bed, totally nude and vulnerable. With my hand in hers, she drags, struggling with my weight.
Grumbling, I get let her give one last pull and I respond, landing my hard frame on her frail one, making her giggle as we roll on the bare floor, my hands spanking and stroking her soft skin.
"We need to go to work..." she cries. "...Draven, no." An innocent whimper becomes a trigger as I cover my ears, warding off my demons.
No! The voice intensifies.
My heartbeat races, beads of sweat flushing my skin and I withdraw, allowing her to fall flat on the floor.
"Draven..." her voice is nothing but a whisper, "Draven?" she continues.
I'm lost in my head, fighting a scream.
She places her soft palm on my arm, stroking the length of it, no words...just a tender loving touch.
"Draven." When she speaks, it's the most soothing voice I've heard, pulling me back to reality.
"Yeah?" I keep my hand by my side and look at her as though nothing happened.
"What's wrong?"
"Hungry symptoms I think." I lie.
"I know it's not true, people in your field get that a lot. Like a Post-traumatic stress disorder thing." She leans over and kisses my arm. "You only need to look away from it and focus on a better image and hey, Draven, I will be right here, a rather sexy image." She teases.
I lick my lips and look at her, grateful for a gift and thankful to Neth, being him for a moment is like living the best part of my life. Little wonder why he was so bubbly, his life must have been fun.
"You would wish you never said that, 'cause who needs to look elsewhere when a sexier and creamier slice is right before them?"
She stands up, her boobs dangling with every movement. " For now, common, let me make you something"
I pull her to myself, catching her before she falls and flipping her over, I possess her boobs.