It's moving day! We've spent the last week and a half boxing things up and getting everything ready for the move. It's the second week of August and it couldn't be a better day. Part of me just wants to go and buy new furniture since our apartment isn't furnished, but why spend money when you don't have to? We threw out Dad's mattress and managed to sell whatever furniture we didn't want.
I'm riding alone while Emily and Drake are taking her car. Mike is flying here and back. We got those storage containers to put all of our stuff in and the company is supposed to take them to Chicago for us. Once we unload, they will bring them back. That sounded easiest. We left so early this morning so it would still be daylight out for a few hours. That would give us enough time to get everything into our apartment.
Thank goodness our place is on the first floor. Not only for moving purposes, but because Emily still has her cast on for another two weeks. As expected, Emily loves the place. While her father and I are moving things in, she walks in circles around the place. D
arkness falls as we carry in the last load. Mike is leaving in the morning, so he's currently helping me put all the furniture in it's place. By eleven, everything is is unpacked and in it's place. We flop onto the couch and Drake sits in the recliner.
“It's been a long day,” Mike yawns.
“Yes, it has. Thanks for helping. Drake, you're sleeping on the couch so Mr. Mike can sleep in your bed,” I tell him.
“When is your flight?” Emily asks.
“Ten in the morning.”
“We should all head to bed then,” she says.
We all nod. Entering the apartment, the living room is first with the kitchen behind it. There's a bar separating the kitchen and the living room. To the left is Drake's bedroom and across from that is the bathroom. On the right, on the other side of the living room is our bedroom. We have an adjoining bathroom, which also has an attached walk-in closet.
I go to that closet to grab some blankets for Drake. While he's in his bathroom brushing his teeth, I fix a little bed for him on the couch. Emily has disappeared in our room and Mike has retreated to Drake's. I wonder how he'll feel sleeping on Perry the Platypus bedding. Chuckling, Drake lays on the couch and I tuck him in.
“What are you laughing about?” he asks.
“Mr. Mike is sleeping on Perry sheets.”
Drake snickers and I tell him to sleep well before disappearing into our room. Our dresser is on the wall to my left with a flat screen TV on top. To the right of the dresser is the door leading to the bathroom. On the wall to the right is our bed, which Emily is already laying in. I close our door and go into the bathroom where I brush my teeth and undress, throwing my clothes into the hamper. Mostly because Mike is here, I grab a pair of basketball shorts and a wife beater and put them on. I flip the switch to turn off the lights and wait for my eyes to adjust.
“Over here, love,” Emily giggles.
She's laying on the side closest to me and she giggles once more as I climb over her. It's too dark to really see her as I settle in underneath the covers and she snuggles up against me.
“You did it,” she whispers. I think she's talking about hockey, but then she continues, “You got us a room on the other side of the apartment compared to Drake's.”
I can't help but laugh wholeheartedly. “I told you that I would try my best to accommodate you. Did you doubt me?”
“A little.”
“Well, now you know not to ever doubt my amazing abilities again.”
Emily's fingers stroll from my chest down to my stomach and back up. “I wish we could celebrate our first night here.”
“We could,” I say giving her a kiss.
“You're so callous.” Yet her fingers are still lighting a fire on my torso.
I grab her hands to still them as they reach the brim of my shorts, stroking the skin just above. “Don't tempt me, Sweetness,” I express as if it's a deadly threat.
“Why not?”
She's so close that I can see her smile. Emily yanks her hands free and continues to brush the tips of her fingers over my skin. Two can play this game. I rest my hand on her hip for a moment while she slightly pushes my shorts down, runs a finger over the skin, and then runs her fingers back up my chest and repeat. Nonchalantly, I slide my hand down her thigh, letting my thumb dip into the crease her legs make. When I reach her knees, I bring my hand back up. She sharply inhales when I keep going and slip my hand under her shorts.
Emily nudges my shorts are little farther. Meanwhile, my thumb makes contact with her sweet, soft core. Her breathing is so shallow when I dive a little deeper. She jerks my hand from her shorts and says breathlessly, “You win. Keep your hands to yourself, mister.”
“Yes, ma'am,” I chuckle.
Sweetness rolls away from me, but then backs up against me. She grabs my hand and brings my arm around her waist, resting my hand in hers between her breasts.
“I have to keep my hands to myself, but you get to put them where you'd like?” I ask.