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“Keep your eyes closed, I said no peeking until we get there.” Mary chides, giving my hand a gentle squeeze as he leads me to who knows where.
I quicken my pace in an attempt to keep up, stumbling when my boots catch on a bit of uneven ground. My hands fly out and I catch myself on something cold, and rough like stone. “Why do I get the feeling we’re traipsing through a graveyard right now?”
Mary pauses for a second, and I can tell they’re trying to hold in a laugh.
“Oh my god we’re definitely traipsing through a graveyard right now.”
I can feel him moving closer, his arm sliding around my waist before he whispers in my ear, “Just…trust me on this, okay?”
“I trust you, Mary, you know that.” I say softly, eyes still closed as I bump my head against his shoulder lovingly.
“Alright, we’re almost there.” They start to slow down and I follow suit, relieved once we’ve finally come to a stop. “You can look now.”
I open my eyes and my jaw drops when I see what’s in front of me. Mary had spread a blanket out over the grass at a tasteful distance from the nearest grave, an open picnic basket sitting to one side. A bottle of red wine, two glasses, and a single rose take up the middle of the blanket.
“So what do you think?” Mary asks, dropping down to sit cross legged on one side of the blanket, gesturing for me to join him. He’s wearing skinny jeans with a hole in one knee, a leather jacket over a sleeveless Morbid Angel tee that had surely seen better days, and heavy combat boots, the soles caked with dirt.
“I think it’s amazing, how did you come up with this?” I sit down across from him and pick the rose up, twirling it between my fingers, careful to avoid its sharp thorns.
They reach into the basket and pull out a corkscrew, popping the wine bottle open with a smile. “I’ve just always loved the idea of a graveyard date. What can I say, I’m just a morbid kind of guy.”
“Well I think it’s romantic.” I smile and bring the fragrant flower up to my nose, eyes meeting his through folds of rich, dark red velvet.
“Good.” He smirks, filling both glasses with wine before reaching back into the basket. He pulls out a few plastic containers and opens each of them before setting them aside. There are strawberries, whipped cream, little ham and cheese sandwiches, and even some wrapped chocolates.
Mary must’ve sensed me watching him, his green eyes suddenly flicking up to mine in such a way that sent my stomach fluttering. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“I’m starving.” I say, eyes suddenly ablaze with desire as I take a sip from my glass. “What if I said I wanted to skip straight to dessert?”
The corner of his mouth turns up into another one of his signature smirks, tongue darting out to wet his full lips. “I like the way you think, doll. But…you need to eat first.”
“Yeah sure, whatever you say dad.” I roll my eyes in faux disgust, reaching for one of the little ham and cheese sandwiches he’d made.
“That’s ‘daddy’ to you.” He says, not even bothering to hide the shit-eating grin as he grabs a sandwich for himself.
“You wish.” I flip them off, quickly devouring my sandwich. I reach for another, unknowingly at the exact same time Mary reaches for one, their fingers brushing against mine. My cheeks flush in embarrassment, despite the fact that we’d been together for almost a year.
He doesn’t pull away; instead he laces his fingers with mine, drawing my hand close to his lips, brushing them over my knuckles. My stomach flutters again; I’m trapped in his hungry gaze and heat pools between my thighs, forcing me to press them together. “What if I said you’re perfect?” Mary asks suddenly, jolting me from my thoughts.
“I would ask you if you’re out of your goddamn mind.” I tease, mimicking him as I press my lips to his knuckles. I pick up my glass and quickly down the rest of the wine, suddenly feeling like I wanted to do something crazy.
“Oh babe, I am not out of my mind. You are so perfect you do not even realize it. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, you see me for who I really am and you’ve never once cast judgment on me like most people do. Not to mention you have great taste in music.” He squeezes my hand before letting me go to refill my glass.
I take an almost too large sip of the sweet wine and set the glass aside, kicking off my beat up Converse before shifting onto my knees. I move a little closer to him, “You know why that is, right? It’s because you’re perfect.”
“Ah nej. I am far from it, sweetheart.” Mary chuckles, shaking his head. He glances at the food between us and reaches over to stick two fingers right in the middle of the whipped cream. He takes his time swirling them around the creamy dessert topping, green eyes staring knowingly into mine, waiting for a reaction as his fingers curl deeper into the container. “Hmm…”
“Mary…” I whisper, the sexual tension between us so thick it could've been cut with a knife. The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing when he brings his hand up to his mouth, his tongue swirling around his fingertips as he sucks them both clean. He dips them into the whipped cream a second time, gesturing with his free hand for me to come closer. I shove the food containers aside and shamelessly drag myself up into his lap, nodding my head like an obedient dog as he holds his creamy fingers up to my mouth.
“Let me see you take them both.” Mary murmurs, running his thumb over my lips. I can’t help but to moan, my head tilting back slightly. He takes advantage and shoves his fingers in my mouth, my tongue immediately assaulted with the sweetness of the whipped cream that coated them. He’s already moaning before even I make it past his first knuckles, his eyes rolling back in his skull after I clear the second. I flatten my tongue against his skin, head bobbing up and down as I suck him clean.
Mary slides their fingers out of my mouth, trailing them over my bottom lip and down my throat, both of us just staring at each other in silence. I can’t stand it anymore so I make the first move and grab them roughly by the lapels of their jacket, leather squeaking in protest as I violently yank them toward me for a kiss.
He tastes vaguely like cigarettes and cheap beer under the sweetness of the whipped cream and somehow this makes me want him even more. I reach up and weave my fingers through his dark hair as I deepen the kiss, catching his lower lip between my teeth. Mary groans and reaches for his belt, the metallic clink of his buckle coming undone sending shivers of anticipation rocketing down my spine.
He quickly shrugs off his jacket, his hands fumbling nervously over the hem of his Morbid Angel shirt before yanking it over his head. He turns his attention back to me, watching in amusement as I take it all in; his bare chest, the Sepultura tattoo on his left bicep, the trail of fine hair below his belly button that disappears into the waistband of his jeans.
“Your turn.” Mary mutters under his breath, glancing down at the vintage Metallica tee I wore. (Stolen from Mary’s personal collection on our second or third date) I lean back slightly to give him enough of a gap to slip his hands underneath, his featherlight touch setting fire to my skin.
“God you’re so…” He trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.
I take advantage and lean toward him to steal another kiss, my heart pounding so hard it could burst right out of my chest. Mary’s fingers are tangled in my hair, holding me in place while he kisses me with such ferocity that I’m sure my lips are going to bruise. Every touch, every kiss sets my nerve endings on fire and I can't get enough.
I can’t help myself, the more he touches me the more I want him, no, the more I need him. I don’t think about where we are, about how we’re in public and could get caught at any moment. All I can think about is the fact that I’m sitting in Mary’s lap and his cock is growing hard beneath me.
I feel their hips start to move against me and without even thinking, I begin to move mine in time with them, this eliciting a growl from Mary that sounded like it was ripped straight out of a Repugnant track. He quickly pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it aside before tilting my chin up gently, leaning in close. His breath is hot on my skin as he trails soft kisses along my jawline, slowly working his way down my throat before pausing to nuzzle at the notch just above my breast bone.
Mary reaches back to grab his jacket and spreads it out on the blanket behind me, his hands trembling as he places them on my bare waist. “I’m gonna lay you down.” He murmurs, gently tilting me back until I’m lying down in front of him in only my bralette and pants. He raises up on his knees and crawls forward until he’s straddling me, his fingers fumbling over the button of my jeans.
“What’s the matter, Mare? Are you nervous?” I tease, wiggling my hips suggestively.
“Not at all.” He smirks and without hesitation he yanks the zipper down, tugging at my waistband. He’s desperate now, and so am I, as I quickly lift my hips off the ground to make it easier for him to finish undressing me.
“What if someone catches us?” I say, starting to feel a bit exposed, lying in the middle of this fucking cemetery in nothing but my underwear.
“Relax, babe. I know the guy that watches over the place, we’re good.” Mary leans down close, his pretty lips just inches away from mine, and my breath hitches. Just when I think he’s going to kiss me again, he reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls his phone out instead.
“Of course you do.” I roll my eyes and then I remember the phone in his hand. “Wait, what are you doing?”
“I…uh…I wanted a picture of my girl, that’s all. You look so fucking hot laying there on my jacket in that sexy underwear.” There's that shit-eating grin again.
“You’re not planning to share it with your band buddies, are you? Because I swear to God I will kick your ass if you do, Goore.” I cross my arms over my chest, staring him in the eye. I’m not about to let him know that hearing him call me his girl made my stomach do a little flip.
“You know I wouldn’t do that to you, doll. I promise I’m not that big of an asshole.” He shrugs, laying his phone down beside him. I watch him work on untying his boots and fail epically at trying to ignore how hot he looks with his bottom lip between his teeth, letting out soft grunts as he wrestles both feet free.
“Okay, fine, I trust you. But you’d better hurry up so we can do something about that thing.” I reply, pointing to the raging hard-on that was currently threatening to force his zipper open.
“Ohhh, you mean this?” Mary asks, his voice deeper and huskier now as he reaches down to unzip his jeans. They’re so tight that he has to stand up and shimmy his way out of them, dropping back to his knees in front of me in just his black boxer briefs. He slips a hand down between his legs to palm himself through his underwear, his eyes suddenly flicking to mine and catching me off guard. I blush but I can’t seem to look away.
“Do you have any idea how badly I need you right now, Mary?” I ask, my voice slow and steady yet overflowing with want and lust. I reach out toward him, beckoning him closer with a curl of my index finger.
He holds his phone up, pointing the camera at me at the same time his other hand sneaks past his waistband. He slowly strokes himself, half lidded eyes meeting mine over the top of the phone screen as he fires off a couple photos. I flip him off in the last one, throwing his signature smirk back at him, and he laughs before setting the phone aside.
“I fucking love you.” He says, stripping off his boxers and dropping to his knees in front of me, crawling forward until his body hovers over mine. “So where were we?”
“Wait…what did you just say?” I ask, my stomach doing several more of those little flips.
“You heard me.” Mary murmurs in my ear, his hands trailing along the curves of my body as he sweeps me up into another kiss before I can respond. His long fingers casually trace the waistband of my panties, my breath catching when he starts to tug them down. He stops almost as quickly as he started, his eyes meeting mine as if silently asking for permission to continue.
“You love me, Mary?” I ask, gesturing for him to keep going.
“I love you even more than I love singing about fucking all those rotting corpses, babe. You should be honored.” He winks, somehow managing to dodge my incoming slap while simultaneously stripping me of my underwear. He tosses them onto our growing pile of clothes and stares down at me with an intense hunger in his eyes.
“You look like you’re ready to eat me whole.” I murmur, reaching up to run my fingers over the light stubble that grows along his jaw.
“It would be my pleasure.” Mary’s lips turn up into a devilish grin, “Can I? Taste you, I mean. Please?” He blushes when he says it, the Mary Goore blushes.
“I never thought I would agree to letting my partner eat me out in the middle of a graveyard but here we are. You’re lucky I love you, Mary Von Goore.” I shake my head as I motion to the area below my waist, silently begging them to just get on with it.
His still trembling hands settle on my thighs and he takes his time parting them, his tongue darting out to wet his mouth, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His nervousness is written all over his face and I find it incredibly endearing. I slide my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck and gently guide him down until his mouth is just inches away from making contact with my pussy. I let my head fall back and close my eyes, my entire body trembling with need.
“You’re driving me fucking craz-…OH!” My eyes widen and I inhale sharply as Mary suddenly throws my leg over their shoulder, their tongue darting between my folds to circle my clit several times in a figure 8 shape. His nose presses hard against my pubic bone as his tongue traces my slit, my hips involuntarily shooting up off the blanket when it dips inside.
Mary pulls back slightly, those damn green eyes darting up to meet mine as he breaks into yet another shit-eating grin. “You’re so fucking delicious, babe. I could just eat you alive.” He turns his attention back to my dripping cunt, now alternating between sucking and licking my clit before casually shoving his middle and ring fingers inside me, all the way up to the knuckles. “Let me see you take them both, you little slut.” He murmurs, the familiar phrase taking an explicit turn.
“Jesus Christ, Mare!” I cry out, both of us breathing hard as he moves his hand, slender fingers curling in and out with the speed and expertise that only a musician could have.
“Holy fucking shit…” He moans, spitting into the palm of his free hand before reaching down to give his achingly hard cock some much needed attention. It takes everything I have to not come completely undone watching Mary jerking himself off, precum leaking from his slit and dribbling between his knuckles as he works his fist up and down the shaft of his penis.
“Mary…baby…I’m getting so close.” I breathe, clawing at his jacket beneath me, the leather growing slick with my sweat. Something I said seems to snap him out of it and his hand falls away from his cock, his head dropping back down between my legs. Suddenly he’s sucking my clit with just the right amount of pressure, curling his fingers at just the right speed, and that’s when I know that it’s the beginning of the end.
“Yes…yes…just like that, Mare. Just like that.” I moan, throwing my head back, fingers digging hard into the hair at the base of his neck to hold him in place. His palm, hot and sweaty, slides up to rest on my belly as I thrust my hips upward, shamelessly fucking his pretty face while this man devours me like he hasn’t eaten in a week.
“Mmm babe.” He murmurs, his thumb stroking my clit in a tight circle. The vibration of his voice, the roughness of his calloused thumb as he gently plays me like his guitar, that’s all it takes to send me hurtling headfirst over the precipice.
“Fuck!” The scream rips free from my throat before I can stop it, my fingers yanking on his hair roughly as I cum harder than I ever have in my entire life. My toes curl involuntarily, digging hard into the blanket as my thighs tremble uncontrollably. My lips part in a long, drawn out moan, hips stuttering to a stop as I finish riding out the orgasm.
“Shh, baby, you’re gonna wake up the dead.” Mary chuckles, leaning back to take me all in. I know I probably look like a sweaty, disheveled mess, but I don’t care. This man is the only thing that matters right now.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I smirked, motioning for him to come closer. More than anything I needed to kiss him, to feel him inside me, to bring him to his own pleasure.
He gently slides his fingers out, leaving me feeling both empty and cold all over again. He puts them both in his mouth, staring at me as he licks them clean. “I just can’t get enough of you.” He crawls forward a bit until his cock is lined up with my slit, using the hand still wrapped tightly around it to guide himself. He puts just the tip in and then pulls back out again, repeating this a few times.
“You fucking tease.” I say under my breath. I start to move my hips, desperate for him to just fill me up already.
“I’m just trying to make this last, doll.” Mary says, slowly pushing himself deeper and deeper inside me. Both of us curse under our breath when he finally bottoms out, pausing to let our bodies adjust to each other.
“You feel so good, Mare.” I whisper, biting back a moan. I can hear Mary’s breath hitch, their soft green eyes seeking mine out in the darkness.
“So do you. So tight and warm and wet for me. Fuck.” His hands flatten over my belly, sliding up to rest just below my breasts. He starts to move his hips in a slow circle, reaching around my back to unclasp my bra, tossing it aside without even looking. “Even your tits are perfect.”
“They’re not that good, but they’d look so much better with your pretty hands all over them.” I tease, resting my hands on top of his, guiding them up and over my breasts. He squeezes them gently, his thumbs stroking my nipples to hard peaks as he fucks himself deeper inside me.
Mary rests his palms on either side of my head, hovering over me as he works his hips in deep, sensual circles. His lips part slightly, his eyebrows furrowing as he concentrates on his movements. It’s somehow the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and it only drives me even more insane. My eyes follow along the bridge of his slightly crooked nose, down to his mouth, along the curve of his perfect cupid's bow. I don’t realize I’m staring until he speaks, startling me from my thoughts.
“What are you looking at?” He asks, laughing softly.
“I’m sorry, you’re just so…beautiful.” I cup his face in my hands, gently tracing over his lips with my thumbs. I gaze into his eyes, green as the ocean and framed with long, dark lashes.
“Average, at best.” Mary replies, gently brushing a few strands of hair out of my face.
“Lies. I will hear none of this!” I tease, wrapping my arms around his neck and smothering him in kisses. I run my hands up and down his sides, lightly brushing my fingertips over his skin, smiling against his lips when I feel him flinch. “Is someone ticklish?”
“Nope, not me.” He says it casually but his lips twitch, so close to breaking into a smile.
“You are such a liar!” I let my fingers dance over his skin once more, watching his face for a reaction. I hit the secret spot, just below his ribs, and he finally bursts out laughing, his cock bouncing inside me. “That’s what I thought.”
“You know what, just for that,” Mary leans in close, his lips brushing my ear as his voice drops down low, “How ‘bout you get on top and ride me, show me what a good little whore you are.”
“Make me.” I stick my tongue out, thrusting my hips up toward his.
“You little…” He grunts in frustration, returning the thrust but much, much harder. “Remember, you asked for it.” He slips his hands under my thighs roughly, purposely pressing his fingers hard into my flesh as he jerks my legs up into position around his waist. He holds me in place as he fucks himself deeper inside me, thrusting so hard it makes my tits bounce.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” I barely get the words out before he’s cupping my chin and kissing me roughly, catching my bottom lip in between his teeth. He bites down hard, sharp canines breaking through skin and drawing blood. Tears spring to my eyes but the pleasure coursing through me is enough to make me forget all about the pain.
Mary brushes his thumb over my lips, green eyes flicking up to mine before he smears the blood down my throat and between my tits. “Now you look like me.”
“I’m your bloody little slut.” I murmur, bringing his hand back up to my lips, the bitter taste of copper biting at my tongue.
He pulls out with a grunt, letting my legs go as he flips himself over onto his back. “Say it again, louder this time.”
“I’m your little slut, Mary.” I’m on my knees beside him now, once more I’m feeling empty with the absence of his cock inside me.
“Louder!” He raises his voice, startling me. His legs are spread and he’s stroking his cock again, looking slightly comical in only a pair of black crew socks and his leather wristband.
“I’m your little slut!” I shout, tears of frustration sprouting from the corners of my eyes. “I want you to fill me up with your cum like the filthy whore I am.”
“Good, now get your ass up here and show me a good time.” Mary says, gesturing to his lap. His cock juts up between his legs, hard and slick with our bodily fluids, ready for the taking.
I say nothing as I crawl up his body, taking his dick in my hand and stroking him from base to tip and back again. He whimpers, one hand at my hip, the other coming up to slip between my legs. I nearly scream when his ring and middle finger curl inside me, his thumb finding my clit again.
“Wait,” I say, putting my hand over his to halt his movements, “As good as this feels, I don’t wanna cum again until you’re inside me.”
“I do like the way you think, doll.” He says with a crooked little smirk, sliding his fingers free before giving my pussy three gentle but firm slaps.
“Fuck…” I mutter under my breath, barely keeping my composure at this point. My hands are shaking when I grab Mary’s shoulders for leverage, holding my breath as he guides himself to my aching slit again.
“Nice and easy now, baby. It’s okay.” He says softly, one hand splayed over my waist, the other planted firmly on my right thigh. He bites his lip as I lower myself onto his cock, slowly taking him inch by inch until he bottoms out yet again.
I thread my fingers through his hair, ruffling his dark locks as I lean in to kiss him. His grip tightens on my thigh when I start to move, setting a slow, sensual pace first just so I can savor the moment. “I love you.” I say, the words tumbling out of my mouth so easily it almost scares me. But I know it’s right when I see the look in his eyes.
“Jag älskar dig mer…” Mary murmurs as he looks up at me, his gaze drawing me in and never letting me go. I kiss him again and again, tugging at his hair as I lose myself in this man. This perfectly imperfect human being.
“I…don’t deserve you.” I whisper, reaching down to lightly trace his lips.
“You’re right, you deserve better than me. But damn it I can’t bring myself to let you go. You have this way of drawing me in and making me want more, so much more. In some ways, you’re changing me. For the better.” Mary smiles to himself, catching a strand of hair that had fallen loose and tucking it behind my ear.
“Mary, I don’t want anyone but you. It’s always been you. And it will always be you. You’re just going to have to learn to deal with it.” I say, sticking my tongue out at him.
“Less talking, more fucking.” His voice trails off into a groan as he shifts underneath me, planting his feet on the blanket. He grips my hips so tight he’s sure to leave handprint shaped bruises behind, thrusting up into me repeatedly with renewed vigor.
“Why don’t you come here and shut me up then?” I smirk at him, hips rolling downward as I mirror his movements with my own.
“Fucking brat.” He laughs, sitting up so suddenly that I have to grab onto his shoulders to keep from falling off, his lips colliding with mine before I can even think about uttering another word. His hands disappear into my hair, his fingernails scratching at my scalp as he kisses me hungrily.
I smile against his lips, arching my back a little as I start to bounce up and down on his cock. “I just love watching you try to put me in my place.”
“I know you do, my sexy little kitten.” Mary kisses me again, hands sliding down my waist to squeeze my ass. “Fuck…you’re doing so good, baby. If only I could see your ass while you’re bouncing on my dick.”
“Maybe if you’re nice I’ll give you a little reverse cowgirl action later.” I wink, toying with the locks of hair that tumble down his forehead and graze the bridge of his nose.
“Don’t go threatening me with a good time, darlin’.” Mary growls again, his arms tightening around my waist like a vise as he fucks himself up into me with reckless abandon. It’s almost obscene, the wet slapping noises we make that shatter the calm quiet of the empty cemetery.
Mary pulls me to his chest, breathing heavily as he continues to utterly destroy my pussy. “Goddamn you feel so good.” He repeats, his breath tickling my skin just as he presses his mouth to the sensitive area where my neck and shoulder meet. He slips a hand down between us, leaning back slightly to gauge my reaction when his thumb makes contact with my clit.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Mary!” I gasp, clutching at the back of his head with one hand, the fingernails of the other leaving scratches across his Sepultura tattoo as I grip his bicep.
He chuckles, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. “Do you like how it feels when I touch you like this? You do, don’t you?” He rubs his thumb over my clit in increasingly tighter circles, taking in my reaction through half lidded eyes.
“Mmm yes…wanna cum…your cock.” I’m barely making any sense now as the pleasant tingle between my legs starts to grow in intensity.
“What’s that, babe?” He presses his thumb down on my clit and jerks his hips upward at the same time, watching with amusement as I visibly react to everything he's doing to me.
“I…wanna cum all over your cock.” I finally manage, hands clutching the sides of his head as I lean in to initiate another kiss. A long, passionate, hungry kiss that I put every last ounce of my love into.
“Say please.” Mary’s voice shifts into a deeper, huskier tone when we part and his hand slides up between my breasts, his fingers wrapping around my throat. “Say it.”
“Please…Mary…” I whisper, moaning when his grip tightens. “Please let me cum.”
“God, I love hearing you beg.” His hand still around my throat, he thrusts up into me even harder and faster than before, while simultaneously flicking my clit.
“Oh fuck! Yes yes, keep doing that, Mary!” I don’t hold back when I let the scream rip free from my throat, no longer caring who, or what, hears me.
“Sit still.” Mary commands, hands trailing down my waist to rest on my ass, gripping my cheeks as he fucks himself up into me. I relax, just letting him use me for his own pleasure, his thrusts quickly growing sloppier.
“I can’t hold back much longer, Mare.” I warn, resting my head on their shoulder as they pound me into oblivion.
“Cum, princess.” They say softly in my ear, and that’s my fate sealed. One, two, three more thrusts and I’m done for, the pleasure building to a peak before ripping through my body from the top of my head all the way to my toes. I lose all sense of coordination, bouncing on their dick sloppily as I ride the orgasm out, eyes rolling back in my skull.
“Goddamn…” I breathe, gasping as Mary plows me harder, his thighs flexing underneath me with every roll of his hips. My muscles clench around his cock and he makes a noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan, driving me insane.
He strokes my jaw, tilting my chin up until our eyes meet. “That’s right, take it all. Such a good girl, milking every last drop.” His eyes roll back in his head, cock twitching inside me as he finishes, muttering something in Swedish before switching back to English.
“Fuck…you’re fucking amazing.” He drops his head on my shoulder, straining to catch his breath. I run my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, damp with sweat, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead.
“Me? I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk after that.” I smirk, sliding off his lap to lie on my back beside him.
“I had that pent up for so long…” Mary trails off, chuckling like something funny had just crossed his mind. “So I’m guessing you probably don’t want to go back to the bar then?”
“As much as I’d love to show off that you just completely rocked my world, going back to your place for some beers and a horror movie marathon sounds way more fun.” I roll up onto my side and watch him reach into his jacket pocket, retrieving a pack of cigarettes and his lighter.
“I’m so down for that.” He shakes out two cigarettes and puts one between his lips, cupping his hand around his lighter and inhaling as he ignites the flame. I sit up and he hands me the other cigarette, waiting for me to slide it between my lips before leaning in to light it with the end of his own. It was honestly the sexiest thing he could’ve done.
“I hope all those dead people enjoyed the free show.” I say, taking a long drag off my cigarette, turning my head to exhale a line of smoke toward the woods. A cool breeze blows through the cemetery so I reach for his jacket, taking a moment to inhale his scent as I wrap it around my shoulders.
Mary laughs, his cigarette bouncing between his lips as he speaks. “Now that you say it like that, I don’t know if I like the idea of so many strangers seeing my girl all exposed like that.”
“I guess you’re just going to have to take me back to your apartment and keep me locked up in your bedroom then.” I tease, snatching his cigarette from his lips, leaving him stunned. I stub them both out and lean in, drawing him into another kiss.
“Mmm…you better stop, babe, or the dead folks are gonna get another show.” He warns, smiling against my lips as he returns the kiss.
“Okay, fair enough.” I say, pulling away reluctantly. We quickly dress and clean up our little picnic, careful to not to leave any little bit of trash behind.
Mary takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together as we walk side by side through the cemetery and back to where he parked his van. He loads the picnic basket and blanket in the back and lets me in before heading around to the driver’s side to slide in behind the wheel.
“You know, this whole thing was so thoughtful of you. The picnic, the wine, everything. Thank you.” I say, looking over at him as he starts the van. I’m wearing his jacket, another cigarette dangling between my fingers.
“Anytime, doll. You don’t have to thank me, you know. You deserved every bit of it.” He takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles.
“Are you sure you’re real?” I tease, buckling my seat belt as he backs out onto the main road leading away from the cemetery.
“Very real.” Mary pulls over to the shoulder and starts digging through his tapes for something to listen to on the way home. “Dismember sound good to you?” He asks, holding a black and red cassette out toward me.
“Hell yeah!” I take it from him and load it into the tape deck, settling back into my seat to take a drag off my cigarette. He slams on the gas and we’re flying down the road toward his apartment, the wind tousling our hair as we scream along with the music. Mary rests his hand on my thigh while he drives and I look over at him and smile, thinking to myself that it can’t get much better than this.