Life is strange indeed

It was so intense all of a sudden. Sure it had always felt good to kiss him, but this felt fucking amazing! Hearing his breath tremble ever so slightly, feeling his warm lips, listening to his heart beat increase. He pulled at her, and without really thinking she moved quite fast and eagerly on top of him. His loving remark didn't go unheard, but she didn't even have time to reply as he pulled her in for another kiss. And then another one. They just simply kept coming. She was moaning softly in to his mouth. It was incredible! Every part of her senses heightened and it made her realise just how much she had missed out on. Licking his lips, she wondered how he tasted right now without too much blood, moaning as she got to taste his saliva alone. "Fuck, every part of you tastes so good."

Him grabbing at her sides made her want him more. He was really hot right now, what was up with her sex drive all of a sudden? He leaned back and the mumble made her chuckle, "is that a bad thing now all of a sudden?" He hadn't been shy to admit it before. She had always liked seeing him like this, but she couldn't recall seeing him this pained before. Leaning down she kissed his nose, "if my mother found out that I snuck out of the hospital to have sex with my boyfriend on a roof, what would she say?" She whispered almost innocently, though it was clear she wasn't against the notion. Her hand moved down grabbing his hand and guiding it up under her shirt, letting him feel her skin and up to her breast. He was so warm. And she felt so much of him. His skin so inviting to her. "So ... what's it going to be?"

He pressed her down to his groin and it was as if in that moment she truly realised just how turned on he was, moaning softly as she nodded. Yeah, they were going to do this. They weren't going to give a shit anymore. "I'm done caring with what other people might think," she whispered. It didn't matter any more. All that mattered was the two of them, right? "I gotta get my pants off," she sighed, clearly not wanting to move, but she did, crawling off him and sliding her pants down as she lied on her back. The roof was a little rough against her back, but she couldn't help but think it was also rather hot to maybe getting hurt a bit. Though she ended up taking off her hoodie as well, placing it down on the roof, just to give them something nice to lay on. "You make me do crazy shit," she giggled, finding it a bit exciting. She got out if her underwear as well, hoping he was at least riding down his pants. She pulled him on top of her, kissing his neck and attacking it with gentle bites. She wasn't looking to pierce his skin, but she guessed she might leave some marks.

He took off his shirt and through the t shirt she could see the bruises. Touching his skin rather delicately as he got closer. "I'm still just me," she reminded him, chuckling as she cupped his face between her palms. He positioned himself, moaning softly at how he felt her up like that. Fuck she could probably crumble already. But as he seemed to hesitate, she caught his gaze, "Kurtis," she whispered, wanting him to pay attention to the moment they were in right now. "It's only you and me," she told him, her eyes soft as she pressed slightly against his length, "and I want you to make love to me, and not be in your head about it." She pressed down, letting his tip slide in, moaning at the immense feeling. "I want you inside of me, right now, and I want you to moan my name until it loses meaning," she moaned, pressing against him some more, letting him slide in further.

He seemed to snap out of it, and hearing him moan her name made her moan his in return. Gasping softly as he pulled out only to thrust in to her again, she wrapped her arms around his torso, holding herself close. She could feel how he wanted her, feel how he loved her, and she didn't need any superpowers to know that. Their lips reconnected and she moaned softly in to his mouth, feeling how he moved himself against her. "Kurtis ... I-I," she stuttered whimpering at how good it felt. It was too overwhelming for her. Her body shaking as she had never felt like this before. Every nerve in her body going crazy, the endorphins racing through her body. "I'm cumming, " she whimpered, her walls cramping up, her leg jittery and she felt like she could barely hear anything with how loud both of their hearts sounded. She wouldn't even be mad if he gave in as well, because at this point she didn't know what was up or down anymore. However if he persisted, she would be whimpering with pleasure, trying to lay still and yet wanting to move against him.

He didn't give in, and she relished in the fact that he helped her through her high. Though his moan made her focus on his eyes, looking at him worried. "You don't want to? Or you're scared to?" She asked, moaning softly as he began picking up the pace. Holding on to him she kissed his lips gently. She didn't know why, but since learning about what had happened to Kurtis something in her had wanted there to be something good come from it. She wasn't sure if a baby was the answer, but fuck, she didn't really care. If it happened, it happened, and though she was young and stupid, she didn't feel incapable. "I want you Kurtis ... forever ... and I'll gladly risk it all for you," she whispered between her moans, feeling how he filled her up with every thrust. Either way, neither of them had really discussed protection for a while. But she thought that right now it was a bit too late.

She could feel he was reaching his wit's end and she felt herself get closer to another release. It was as if those lazy thrusts along with feeling him give int that sent her over the edge once again, moaning softly as she pressed him closer. He had collapsed on her, but he didn't feel too heavy, in fact it felt good to feel his warmth so close. His whisper made her chuckle, though she was panting as well, so it might've sounded more like a soft scoff. "I really like feeling it ... Imagine how you've basically coated my insides," she muttered, brushing her hands through his hair in calming strokes. Her heart was beating ever faster. She thought it would've slowed by now, but no. "Fuck I love you," she muttered, kissing the side of his head a few times.

He pulled out and she moaned softly, feeling how empty she now was without him in her. His chuckle made her scoff, giving him a light jesting push, though not hard enough to actually knock him off of her she hoped. Figuring out her own strength was hard, but right now she felt quite well. There was a moment of silence, and she relaxed, getting up she borrowed the already ruined shirt to dry herself off, clean up after the mess they had met. Getting dressed she frowned a bit at his question. Had she implied that she wanted to? Perhaps it was because their last two sessions had been without protection and she wasn't pregnant anymore so there really was a risk. "I don't know," she said, pulling her pants on and zipping it up before she grabbed her hoodie and pulled it over her head. "I don't really know anything right now ... Do you want me to get pregnant?"

"As if I would make a good mother," she scoffed, laying down beside him, nestling up to him as she wrapped an arm around him. Kissing his chest gently she sighed shaking her head a little, breathing in his scent like it was the first time really smelling him. She could sense all of his endorphins and she really liked that. "I don't think I'm ready," she said, turning her head to look up at him, "fuck it, if we're ever crazy enough to become parents we'll just adopt or something." Zaira liked how they were now, even with all the shit going on. "Or we'll get a cat or a dog ... fuck it we can have a whole zoo," she chuckled, hoisting herself up on her elbow getting to look at him properly as she sighed. They would've made really pretty kids, she couldn't deny that. At least she thought he was so beautiful right now. "But maybe we should consider waiting a bit more being this risky; I'll get a plan b or something and then we are just careful from now on," she said, smiling at him. She clearly wasn't too worried.

He seemed more upset about the thought of not having a choice and she understood that. But then he said something that gave her an idea. "Sperm bank!" She yelled out, sitting up with bright eyes. "There's banks for money and then there's banks for people who want a chance to have biological kids in the future but time might be running out," she said. This was a brilliant idea, wasn't it? "We could set it up in my name - that way your father has no legal right to have access to it," she said.

Her sudden yell made him look at her with a frown, wondering if she wanted the whole neighbourhood to hear as well. But then he realized what she was talking about and it made him smile a little. “Yeah, you’re right.” He said, sitting up as she laid out a pretty decent plan for them. He grabbed her gently by the face before leaning in to kiss her lips tenderly. “Fuck my girlfriend is so fucking smart.” He mumbled against her lips. Straight wifey material if he had something to say. “Okay everything’s not hopeless then.” He sighed, leaning his head onto her forehead. After a while, he did feel quite ready to head back home. Probably drop by Zaira’s mother to be told off for disappearing with her daughter, but luckily not having to explain where they were or what they did.

"I know, and she's hot too," she chuckled against his lips. Closing her eyes as their foreheads pressed together she sighed. A moment where it was just them and it felt normal. Or at least as normal as it was when everything was still so enhanced. "C'mon ... Let's go home," she muttered softly after they had sat for a while. She got up on her feet, a little too fast and it made her a bit disoriented, chuckling as she shook her head. "I swear I'm not in a hurry," she apologized, reaching out with her hand to help him up to his feet.
They headed back, stopping by her mother first because she felt like she had to at this point. Her mother was rather upset with her, yelling and screaming words in Spanish, and Zaira was trying to keep up, but she had to agree with most of the out bursts. She hadn't been fair to her mother, to her friends, to any of the hospital personnel. But she also felt like she couldn't just leave Kurtis alone like this. In the end her mother seemed to have calmed down enough that she could speak a bit of English, just so that Kurtis could understand, yet it was mostly gibberish when it was paired with the Spanish words as well. "Mami, you're not making any sense to either of us," she sighed, going over to take Kurtis' hand. She smiled at him, letting him know that it was alright. "We're heading home ... I need to rest and you need a good night's sleep too, mami," she pointed out.

He didnt object to going back home. She got up but it was quick enough that Kurtis noticed and she seemed to as well. He just scoffed at her words and took her hand to be helped to his feet. When they reached her mother’s house he felt a knot in his stomach. Her mom had to hate him at this point, he could just feel it. It wasnt a nice feeling because he really liked her mother, more than his own. They were greeted by yelling and screaming and Kurtis had no idea what she was saying but it seemed to be mostly towards Zaira either way.
When the conversation finally seemed to switch to english, it was still paired with a bit of spanish, making Kurtis unable to follow what was being said. Maybe it was time he began picking up spanish so he could understand what was going on instead of this. The notion that they were heading home made him sigh. “I’m very hungry right now, after a solid diet of cigarettes and anger.” He just said, looking shortly at Zaira’s mother before he looked to Zaira. “Maybe we should stay for a bit longer? Eat here and have an end note that’s smiles and laughter over yelling and being upset?” He suggested.

Zaira had seemingly calmed her mother down, but as Kurtis suggested they stayed and got something to eat it was sure enough that she would have to stay. Her mother spoke of some leftovers in the fridge. Yes, they were staying for dinner. Zaira reached out, taking Kurtis' hand and pulling herself closer, "she did just call you scrawny," she chuckled softly her mother leading the way out in to the kitchen.
She helped out finding the leftovers, heating up the chili sauce on the stove before she looked to Kurtis. Her mother was showing him how to place the tortillas on the pan, heating them until the puffed up. Whenever Kurtis tried to grab a utensil to flip it with, her mother would gently slap his hands, showing him how to do it with his fingers. Zaira felt a little relieved. While her mother was surely angry with both of them, she didn't let that get in the way of caring for them and feeding them. Anger wasn't the same as hate, not in this household. "Mami, he's way better at cutting veggies," she said in a soft chuckle, her mother shaking her head and lifting her finger at her daughter. "No yerno of mine will be letting my mija do all the cooking," she said and Zaira turned bright red in the face. "Mami" she protested and it made Carla laugh.