Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 192

Chapter 192

Sabrina was sitting on the floor of her shower with her knees curled up and her forehead pressed between them as you sat next to her rubbing her back as she whimpered.

"Honey, it's OK," Gemma said. She was sitting on the toilet just outside the shower, reaching in and holding one of Sabrina's hands. "It's OK."

"I- I just wanted it so bad," Sabrina sobbed a little, lifting her face to look at you and Gemma. "You loved it so much and were nervous, but Iwanted it and it felt-"

She started crying again, burying her head between her knees.

"Shhh," you shushed her soothingly. "It's OK. It's OK."

Sabrina had done all the prepping she could think of. She'd been secretly wearing buttplugs around at work. She'd fingered her butt. She'd even gone up one last butt plug size right before we did it. But for some reason when you had popped into her it hadn't felt good at all. In fact, it had downright stung and she'd thought maybe she'd ripped open or something.

It was the strangest thing, when you thought about it. Compared to Gemma, Sabrina practically got off of little shocks of pain and you would have almost called her a masochist. Well, maybe not that far, but still. But for some reason it just didn't do anything good for her to take your cock in the one place she'd been building up in her mind.

"I love you," you whispered to her.

She cried.

*

You and Gemma, once Sabrina was cried out, got her dried off and tucked her into bed, promising to make her some dinner. The two of you worked together to make a simple sandwich combo for her, bouncing thoughts off of each other as to what she would like on it. You'd even found a bag of chips rolled and clipped in one cupboard to go with it.

"I'm going to go," Gemma said once you had the plate all made up.

"What? No," you said, taking her hand. "She needs us both right now."

"No," Gemma smiled sadly. "She needs you, love. Right now I'm the girl who can do something she can't. She needs you to show her that that doesn't matter, and that you love her. So stay, and I'll go."

You frowned, not liking the idea of ending the weekend early. Or going to sleep without her next to you.

"Seriously, love," she said, seeing the look on your face. "I'll see you tomorrow, OK?"

"Alright," you sighed, and let her kiss you for a long minute.

You walked Gemma to the door and kissed her again on her way out, making her promise to text when she got back to her place.

Then you looked around the apartment and shook your head with a little sigh. Sabrina was a lot of things, but she wasn't tidy. So you went to work, quickly cleaning the living room and kitchen, and then you laid out the light dinner on the coffee table, and set up her laptop, and got a blanket from where it was stashed under a side table and got it ready.

Inside her room, Sabrina hadn't fallen asleep. She was just laying there on her side under the covers, frowning to herself. You went to her and knelt down next to the bed, brushing the hair out of her face and leaning in to kiss her forehead.

"Gemma's gone," you said quietly.

"Did you fuck her ass again before she left?" Sabrina asked petulantly.

"Sabrina," you said, surprised and stern.

She softened immediately, looking guilty. "Sorry. That was bitchy of me."

"Come here," you said and pulled the covers off of her. She had panties on but that was it. You picked her up in a cradle carry and brought her out into the living room area, sitting down on the couch with her in your lap and pulling the blanket over you both.

"Castle and Sandwiches?" she asked.

You nodded and kissed her.

"I can't eat with me bundled up like this," she pointed out.

"That's what this arm is for," you said, wiggling your hand that wasn't under the blanket. Then you picked up a chip and lifted it to her lips.

She looked at and pursed her lips, then opened her mouth and let you feed it to her. She chewed quickly and then rested her head on your shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said.

"For what?" you asked.

"Not being able to do it," she sighed.

"Well, I'm sorry," you said.

She frowned, her brow crinkling. "For what?"

"For making you ever think you needed to," you said.

"You didn't," she said, raising her face to look at you fully and pouting her lips.

"Then why do you think it matters to me?" you asked. "I mean, sure it would be nice. But so would a lot of things. I don'tneed to fuck your cute little butt, Sabrina. I doneed you."

She rolled her lips in and smiled, looking a lot younger than she was for a moment, before resting her head on your shoulder. "I love you," she whispered.

"I know," you said. "I love you too."

And you reached over and pressed play on the show, and Nathan Fillion filled the screen. Eventually you both figured out that feeding her the sandwich would be more mess than it was worth and you lost the blanket, and then your clothes joined it, as did her panties.

You were eating an early dinner, and six episodes of Castle later you were both sprawled on the couch, naked and slowly massaging each other's feet.

"Did I mention that I love you?" she asked, smiling happily and then taking your big toe and putting it between her teeth playfully.

"You did. Did I mention that I love you?"

"You did," she smiled.