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Lonely Together	By : ILikeCake Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 2130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This chapter: original secondary character,M/F, adult+
"You didn't do anything to stop her, I'm assuming?" Mike asked calmly, interrupting.
Douglas sighed heavily, feeling judged. "I was half asleep. I didn't realize what was happening until it was too late."
"So, that's a no then?"
Douglas shifted his weight. "Right. I didn't stop her."
Mike nodded in acknowledgement, searching through sheets on his clipboard. Douglas had been seeing this therapist for years. First it was to get over his son's death, but he kept coming back for long after he was over that. He didn't have many close friends to talk to, and the outside perspective helped him be more objective in his decisions. For some reason, he never mentioned it to Heather. It wasn't something that came up in casual conversation.
"How old is she, again?" Mike asked, readying his pen.
"Just turned 30." Or 23...It depends on which way you want to look at it....
Mike scribbled the number down, nodding. "That's not as much of an age difference as you led me to believe. You'd be surprised how many men your age have no problem bedding the ones who can't legally drink yet."
"No I wouldn't." At least he has a sense of humor. "This isn't the first time something like this happened. I-"
"-With Heather, you mean?" Mike interrupted with raised eyebrows.
"Yes," Douglas started again. "When she was living with me, I accidentally walked in on her having sex and....just kind of watched for a while. I don't really know why.....She noticed me, but I guess the guy didn't."
Mike continued scribbling. "Go on."
"The next night, she tried to have sex with me. I stopped her that time, but she always acted more flirtatious toward me after that. The other night is the only time she tried anything again, though."
"I see." Mike skimmed through his notes, almost distracted. "You've mentioned before that you were worried about her being in love with you. Do you think that's still a possibility, considering this recent change between you?"
Douglas laced his fingers. "I guess. We spend a lot of time together, and I know I'm important to her. We've been through a lot together." He mindlessly twiddled his thumbs. "I don't know; love is a strong word, doc."
"Well then, how do you feel about her?"
"For starters, she took care of me when I had a broken leg once. She practically babied me for the first few months we lived together. I don't know many people that would do that." Douglas looked away, letting memories flood in. "She's just amazing. She's gorgeous, reliable, smart, funny, resourceful....She's a great friend. I don't know what I'd do without her."
"Would you say that you....love her, maybe?"
Douglas looked at Mike, centering his thoughts. "Like, romantically?"
"In any way, I suppose."
"I don't know. Maybe." Douglas sat back, relaxing. "I sort of took over the role of her father after he died, so thinking about her like that is a little weird. Isn't it?"
"It's quite common, actually. Usually, the daughter gets emotionally attached to a man who was good friends with her father. They bond over the mutual loss, and sometimes fall in love."
Douglas shook his head. "Our situation wasn't exactly like that...." And what a story that is! "But she does mean a lot to me. That's all I can say."
"Douglas, do the two of you talk about the nature of your friendship often?"
"Not really. She doesn't even like to talk about the times that we...." Douglas made an odd gesture, indicating their physical encounters. Mike nodded, encouraging him to continue. "We always just pretend like things didn't happen. I think it's easier for her."
"In that case," Mike tilted his head, looking at Douglas over the rim of his glasses. "Well, I think you already know what I'm going to suggest."
"I need to talk to her about this the next time I see her?"
"Bingo."
"What good is that going to do?" Douglas stole a quick glance at the clock. His time for the day was almost up.
"It sounds like you need to get a better idea of exactly what's going on here. Both of you do. If you don't want this to continue, you need to understand why it keeps happening in the first place." Mike seemed to have a final thought, and wrote it into Douglas's file. "And if you do want it to continue, there's-"
"-It?" Douglas interrupted.
"A sexual or romantic relationship with this woman, of course." Douglas's eyes widened, but he couldn't think of anything to say to that. Gauging Douglas's reaction made Mike think better of verbalizing the rest of the thought. He was going to be leaving soon anyway; they would have to delve deeper into this next time. "When's the next time you're going to see her?"
"Today, actually. I'm supposed to be at her place in an hour."
Mike smiled suggestively. "Do you think you can keep your hands off of her long enough to have this chat?" He joked.
Douglas rolled his eyes and sighed, playing along. "Funny, doc. Funny....."
"You're going to do it then, I take it....?"
"Of course."

Douglas spent the next hour with an uncomfortable knot in his stomach. He honestly didn't know if he was going to bring up the situation or not. When Heather opened the door, she seemed more cheerful than usual. She immediately offered to pour him a drink, which he accepted. She opened herself a beer. They sat on her couch, facing each other.
"So, how has your week been?" Douglas questioned.
"You missed it yesterday," she started, sounding embarrassed. "I fell on the steps pretty hard. I'm such a klutz sometimes."
"Ouch, kiddo," he quipped, taking a few sips from his glass.
"Yeah. I've got a pretty bad bruise. Wanna see?" Before he could answer, Heather stood and kicked off her sandals. She then reached up slowly and started unzipping her jeans, almost sexually. Douglas felt his pulse quicken. Her face fell into a seductive haze, and she didn't take her eyes off of him as she strip teased her pants off and set them on the coffee table. He did a good job of acting normally, not allowing her the satisfaction of a reaction. As she turned around, Douglas saw that Heather was wearing a G-string. She pulled up her shirt in the back and held it. I guess it's nothing I haven't seen before..... "See?It's bad, right?" She asked innocently, and walked backward a few steps closer to him. There was a blue bruise along her left buttock and thigh, as promised. So coy.
Douglas couldn't help but be a little turned on by this cute stunt. Against his better judgment, he decided to play along with her game. "Damn. That does look bad. Does this help?" He touched his icy glass to the bruise, caused Heather to inhale sharply at the surprise cold. Goose bumps formed all along her backside, and Douglas beamed a satisfied smile.
"Yes," she breathed, purposefully over sexualized. The way she did so made Douglas the slightest bit hard, imagining what fun it would be to make her repeat under different circumstances.....Focus, you pervert!
He had to force his eyes off of the beautiful site before him. "Heather, can we talk about something?"
"Sure," Heather answered casually, removing her shirt and sitting back down. She apparently hadn't been wearing a bra. Subtle! She was doing an excellent job of acting like this was the norm; like she wasn't sitting in front of him almost completely naked. She looked at him inquisitively, crossing her legs and allowing her foot brush his knee. Douglas suddenly wondered how many men would kill to be in his current position. If he had a mind to act on it, he could have this woman any time he wanted her. Had it always been like this, and he just refused to let himself notice?
"I just-" He immediately stopped himself from staring at her chest upon noticing where his gaze was locked. "I just need to know what's going on between us."
Heather's face fell in frustration. She pointed at her body with both hands. "This requires an explanation!? Do I need to spell it out!?"
Douglas smiled warmly. She was so sexy right now; she had no idea how much so. "I want to know what you're thinking right now. What you think of me."
She seemed very intent on ignoring his question. "I forgot to ask. Do you like this?" Heather popped one side of the G-string against her hip. "I bought it for you."
"Please, answer me?" He tilted his head to the side, unaffected.
"I think...." Heather looked into Douglas's eyes with a serious expression on her face. She could tell the games weren't going to work, so she would meet him half way. She wasn't good at talking these thing out, but he obviously needed this. "I think you're alone with someone you care about, who wants to have sex with you." The simple, strong statement hung in the air for a moment. She then leaned over for emphasis and added, "does it really matter why?" Her eyes sparkled with something akin to pain. In the entire time they'd known each other, this was the most honest moment between them yet.
Douglas matched the intensity of her stare, eyes darting back and forth between hers, his mouth set in a firm line. For a brief minute, neither of them could even blink. Then Douglas's eyes softened and his mouth relaxed as he slowly licked his lips, preparing to speak. His head barely nodded, almost unnoticeably. "Yes. It matters to me." For some unknown reason, the words were painful to both say and hear. Probably because Heather's question was one that usually answered itself, upon the sole virtue of needing to ask it.
Heather let her gaze fall to the floor with the lack of something further to say. As much as he hated his therapist's suggestion originally, he was now thankful for the opportunity to see Heather's reaction. He finally understood. She was using the sexual contact with him as a weapon against her own heart; keeping things casual and unspoken made it so that she didn't have to admit to herself how strongly she felt. He could never toy with her emotions again. Not now...."Maybe I should go," he stated clearly, setting down his drink.
Heather's eyes widened with desperation. "No, don't." She jumped on him, knocking him back. She tried to plant a kiss on him, to no avail. Douglas immediately pushed her off of him, much harder than he intended to. Heather landed on the floor with a thud, and instinctively sucked air through her teeth at the wave of pain. She had landed on the bruise.
"I'm sorry, are you ok?" His voice was fearful. He bent down to help her up, but Heather merely started laughing.
"Am I that ugly? Geez..." She let Douglas pick her up apologetically. They were both grateful for the change of mood.
After protectively running his hand over her bruise, he held Heather tightly. She nuzzled her head into his chest like a cat, making him smile. Before he could notice, he started growing stiff from having Heather's naked body against him. Before the condition worsened, he took a step back and held her shoulders. "Maybe I should go," he said for a second time that day.
Heather stopped him by quickly darting past and pressing herself against the front door. Douglas didn't really know what to think. He smiled, trying not to upset her. He looked at her face, trying hard to ignore the enticing view beneath it. "I should probably go. Come on now," he said, stepping forward toward her. She didn't seem eager to let him leave.
"Kiss me." She's still trying? Bless her.
"I can't."
"We're both single, so what's the problem?"
Douglas finally started growing impatient. "The problem is that I'm 64, and you're 23." He crossed his arms for emphasis.
"I'm only 23? Funny...that's not what everything in my purse says," Heather answered evenly. "Would you feel better if we called it 64 and 30?"
"....Not really. " Douglas didn't sound as certain about that as he intended to. He uncrossed his arms, not sure of what to do next. His willpower was weakening.
Seeing an opportunity, Heather lifted herself on her toes and kissed him gently. He didn't move. She kissed him a little harder, and again he allowed her, although keeping his lips closed. Heather wished she could tell what Douglas was thinking right now. She wished she could instill in him the same fire he'd shown towards her once before. Still, it felt nice simply feeling his rough beard against her face. She pressed her lips into his and ran her hands up around his shoulders, pressing closer to his body and feeling the telltale bulge growing again beneath his clothes. At this, Douglas finally moved.
He leaned down and gently kissed Heather back, pulling her closer to him. Heather relaxed her feet, no longer needing the extra height. Heather slid a hand between their bodies and rubbed Douglas's hardness. He released an approving moan into her mouth. With that, both of them understood there would be no further objecting. Painstakingly slow, Heather helped Douglas remove his clothing until it all laid in a pile by her door. In certain ways, it was the first time they'd really seen one anther naked. They gently kissed for a while longer, until she took his hand and led him to her bedroom.
Douglas could explain away the first two incidents as momentary character weakness, but he wasn't going to make any excuses for today. He was in full control of his actions, and he knew they both wanted this. Perhaps they even needed it.
They eased onto the bed side by side, neither one willing to break mouth contact on the way down. The quietly kissed and caressed, exploring every inch of skin. When Heather couldn't stand it any longer, she straddled Douglas's larger frame. So eager. She positioned herself over him and slowly allowed him into her, moaning delicately when he filled her completely. So tight. As she began moving, Douglas let his fingers trail up to her nipples, feeling the skin there tighten. He then cupped her breasts and squeezed before clutching her hips to help guide her. She's just....so beautiful....
In the time after that there was increased breathing and the occasional moan, until Douglas eventually felt Heather's legs starting to shake. Sensing she was near climax, he placed his hand over her lower stomach and worked her clit with his thumb. The other hand tightened around her hip as he ground up into her, making her moan louder with every thrust. Just as her strength was about to give out, warm liquid poured over Douglas's stomach and he felt her walls tighten around him. Her face was red, as was most of her torso. She had really enjoyed herself. "I-I'm sorry," she managed breathlessly, indicating her fluid. He didn't notice the single tear that rolled down Heather's check from the emotional release of finally feeling him inside her as she came.
"It's sexy," he answered, smiling. Without withdrawing, Douglas rolled their bodies until he was on top of her. He didn't intend to give his naughty little girl the quick break she seemed to need. Supporting himself on his elbows, he began thrusting at a slightly quicker pace than Heather had set. She slammed her head lower into the mattress and braced herself with her hands, and Douglas could only imagine what pleasure this was bringing her so soon after orgasm. She cried out, biting her lip. There was a part of him that was happy to be getting back at her for taking him by surprise on her birthday, but this was just as equally a chance to prove he could still overwhelm her despite his age. Her expression and the noises escaping her throat were all the confirmation he needed. Her legs had continued shaking, but suddenly they shook harder. "Are you going to cum again?" he blurted out.
She shook her head, but her leg spasms continued. Douglas could tell she was exhausted, but she wouldn't give in. Her pride wouldn't allow her to surrender to him, perhaps. A single word question left her mouth in an out breath. "Doggy?" For a moment he thought she was just calling him by her favorite nick name, but he quickly discerned her meaning. In a split second, he pulled her over and reentered her while she was on all fours. He felt bad for smacking into her bruise, but he wasn't one to question a lady in the bedroom.
The view he now had of Heather's backside was almost too much to bear. He smoothed a hand along her side. It collected sweat, turning him on further to know that he was the cause of it. He wanted to hold out until Heather came a second time, but that didn't seem plausible anymore. With a grunt, he exploded inside of her. Heather collapsed immediately, and he held her hips up until he was done. Douglas then flattened his body out over hers, not wanting to exit her yet. He shifted his weight to the right in order to avoid squishing the bruise that started all this. After a few minutes of catching his breath, Douglas rolled into the wall next to him, painfully removing himself from Heather's tight warmth.
Heather moved to hold him, and he pulled her in closer. "I love you," she breathed into his neck.
"I love you," he answered, kissing her head.
At the time, neither of them really understood how honest the other was being in that moment.

Two weeks later, Douglas was in a familiar office recapping his story. Mike listened, only looking down once to make a note.
For a few days, Douglas entertained the idea of just lying about it; it's not like his therapist would ever know what really happened. His adventurous side liked the idea of keeping Heather a dirty little secret, their somewhat forbidden love only occurring behind closed doors. After more careful consideration, he realized that mindset fell too far into the cheap romance novel category for his tastes. Besides that, he was paying this man for a specific purpose. Truthfulness was the only way to get his money's worth.
Seeing a lag in Douglas's speech, Mike asked, "and have either of you told anyone about this?"
Douglas shook his head. "It's not really serious right now. At the rate we're going, we're probably going to burn out fast." But I sure as hell hope not.....
Mike nodded patiently. "Have you considered how you'll handle it if things get more serious in the future?" Douglas looked away, thinking. "This Heather is an important part of your life. If things don't work out, it's going to be devastating for you."
Douglas let the words sink in. "I have a feeling we'll always be friends, no matter what." His voice was as certain as his expression.
After suffering through some additional advise, Douglas was on his way to his car with a bounce in his step. Heather had given him a new lease on life, and he was in a better mood than usual lately. He knew it was only the initial thrill; it would wear off eventually. Right now he didn't care. Heather would still always have a profound effect on him regardless.
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