Summer couldn't help a small, displeased whine when there wasn't more, because she always wanted, needed more. The touch he left on her thigh, leaning in close enough to drive her insane.

It was only a matter of time before she snapped, like a taut rubber band.

"I'm glad you found me. I don't know how, but... I'm glad you did. I love you," she said effortlessly, like taking in air.

Summer leaned in again to steal another kiss, because all she craved in the world right now was him. Casey's fingers on her thigh, Casey's hand in her hair, Casey.

"Are you okay? I mean... I'm not hurting you?"

Casey Fincher

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Summer looked at the hair band, now holding their hands together like a loose pair of cuffs. She snorted, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Trying to be kinky?" she teased, placing a hand on his chest to push him back.

Of course, Casey wouldn't back down without a fight. She knew that as much. She smirked, feeling him shift under her as he pushed up. She tilted her head to the side, allowing him to do what he pleased with her neck.

"I supposed I'll have to teach you a lesson and put you in your place."

After he left his mark, Summer pushed him back, against the pillows, and leaned down. She dragged his hand, still entangled with hers, with her as she grabbed his chin, kissing him forcefully and with a hunger that couldn't be satisfied.

Her free hand roamed, until she found the hem of his shirt and was able to touch his skin underneath it. She dragged her nails up his chest, shifting her hips over him.

Casey Fincher

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Summer, caught in her lust and desire for Casey, only noticed the slight movement in his body as he pushed himself up. She had assumed that he was adjusting himself, to get more comfortable.

However, she didn't expect him to send her flying back on the couch, falling into the cushions and pillows as he sat over her. Ta and domineering.

"You're still so strong. I can see this is going to be a challenge."

Her skirt of the dress she wore was splayed messily about her, rising around her thighs dangerously as she hooked her heel-clad feet around his back. Summer smirked, her free hand clawing at his shirt before pulling it up.

"Off. Or I rip it."

Casey Fincher

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She caught his pause, how he had to tend to his finger and wince. It cleared some of the fog in her mind, urging her to try to sit up and pause their activities to take care of him.

But it seemed like that moment of pain was gone almost as quickly as it came, because Casey's hand planted itself over her stomach, tracing patterns over there. Summer allowed herself to relax, though what he asked caught her off guard. Of course she remembered his desire to start a family with her. She remembered seeing his desires, clear as day, when they were caught in that fog at the Star Soiree.

But it wasn't a memory she had revisited since he had disappeared.

"Are you trying to lock me down now, with a baby?" she asked.

To her delight, he did as he was told. Summer smiled, and she would purr if she could. She said a soft "good boy" as his shirt was tossed aside, his tattoos captivating her as she bit her lip.

Hot. Sexy.

Even the fading bruises were enough to rouse her. But she'd keep in mind she had to be careful of them, to not be too rough since he was still recovering.

"I don't know who put you in charge, Casey. You have a lot of nerve to speak up to me like that," Summer trailed with a whisper, slowly raising herself up in a sitting position without the use of her hands.

"I'll play along once. Then, I'll have to punish you and remind you who's in charge here..."

She smirked, excitement tinging her gaze as she waited for his reaction. Deft fingers trailed behind her back to grasp the zipper, slowly dragging it down. The top of her outfit sagged as the taught fabric was released, and it slid off her arms and down to her hips. She pulled herself away, standing off to the side of the couch to step out of it.

And dropped it neatly to the floor.

Casey Fincher

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Summer was trying to make light of the question he had posed. She assumed that he was joking, perhaps foreshadowing the kind of night they'd have... but one where prevention would be maintained, one way or another. But his tone seemed so serious.

It took her aback.

Of course she remembered the little girl in his fantasy at the Soiree, running in an open yard with him while Summer entertained two of his friends inside. They had looked happy. The girl had looked like Summer, but with Casey's locks.

"Casey..." she trailed, reaching to touch his face.

"Let's have a serious conversation like this when I'm not trying to ravage you after not seeing you for six months. Okay?"

She wasn't shutting it down. But it was something Summer wanted to talk about when she wasn't going crazy with hormones and emotions.

"Babe." The phrase struck chords in her heart, causing her to almost whine as she watched him strip bit by bit for her. That was, until his Pokeball began to roll away. He chased after it like a madman in his silly heart-decorated underwear.

Summer couldn't help but laugh.

"Someone's shy," she said, walking forward in her shoes, click by click until she stopped by the ball.

With an ever knowing smile, Summer leaned down, bending over at the hip, to pick up the ball for him. Of course she had to give as show, as she stood back up with the Pokeball in hand. She looked at it before setting it neatly on the table.

"Now come here," she ordered, beckoning him to follow her to her room.

Casey Fincher

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Summer watched with interest as Casey put the gloves on his hands. Of course, the best feeling would be his hands, touching her skin bare, with nothing on... but she wondered what it would feel like, to have those on her body instead.

She reached up, gently holding his fingers as she brought him to her room. In there, she spent no time closing the gaps that had been missed in their six month departure.

It was hot, sweaty, and gross, but Summer loved every bit of it because it was Casey. Her Casey, back, and she felt like she was made whole again after all this time. No more crying and drinking away thoughts of the future. He was there, in her arms, and she'd keep him there forever...

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After getting cleaned up, Summer laid splayed out on the bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow as she sighed. She felt content, perhaps for the first time since he was gone. Everything felt right. Perfect.

Except one thing, that tickled her brain.

She rolled on her side, taking a sip of water before rolling to her other and peering at Casey with her chin propped on a hand.

"So... what would I do if you said yes?" Summer reiterated from earlier, raising one of her brows.

Casey Fincher

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Summer watched, in all her post-sex haze, as Casey situated himself on the bed beside her. She'd focus on their conversation, but her eyes drifted down his arms and side, looking from his obliques to his tattooed skin.

She wondered how red she had marked his back with her own tattoo, so to say.

"I remember. At the Star Soiree, when we were in the fog," she said, the hand that wasn't propping herself up reaching to touch his hand and dance over his skin like she hadn't had enough contact.

She didn't.

Summer looked up from where she traced nonsensical patterns on his hand and arm, an almost innocent look in her eyes. Children, having a family... these were foreign topics to her. Sure, it was thought that one day she'd start a family. Continue the Prescott lineage, since she was the heiress and knox prescott was removed from any such title.

But it always scared her. Because she didn't want a family like she had.

"You've been gone for six months. We just found each other again. Is now of all times the best time to start a family? It's not that I'm opposed to the idea, but..."

She trailed off.

"I'm afraid. I don't want to turn into my father, where I never give my own children the love and affection the deserve. What if I'm never cut out to be a mother, Casey? What if I'm as bad as he was?"

Names... it was always difficult to come up with names. It was a reason she named her team after powerful gods and goddesses. Because she had craved such powers herself, at one point in her life.

"Would you help me too?" she asked.

Casey asked her what she'd expect of him, leaning in close. So close she could almost kiss him again. Summer almost huffed when he leaned back, biting her lower lip before speaking.

"To stay with me. Love and support me. Help me. Keep me grounded and not fly away into psychosis. Do you trust me, Casey? Do you think of me unloyal, that I won't remain by your side?"

Summer had to know. It was something that was tickling her brain since she admitted her wrongdoings to him. What if he thought she didn't want to stay?

"I want nothing more than for you to be my love. Forever. No one else can be you. It's only you."

Casey Fincher

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