Larger than life: Dee Dee and the big divide

"Yea, I just like them, "He smiled and kissed her shoulder.

Dita relaxed under his touch before leaning back up to kiss him again.

He was never nervous around women, but her found himself nervous and unsure with her. He wanted to do things right. when his phone rand and it was Jax, he was almost relieved, almost.

He sighed, "They need me. I have to go. You can stay here and wait if you want. I'm not sure how long I'll be gone, but it is up to you."

Dita sat up, biting her bottom lip, "Um...okay...I can go if that would be best." She sat up and pulled her tank to on.

"You can stay, I don't mind. I have lots of movies, plenty of stuff to keep you occupied," he smiled and pulled his shirt bacl on .

Standing, he grabbed his prospect cut and looked over his shoulder,"Stay, ok?"

Dita smiled, surprised, "Kay." She got up and gave him a gentle kiss.

After he left, she relaxed in bed, stripping down to her black lacy boyshorts and her tank. She opted to watching the first season of TrueBlood until she drifted off to sleep.

He didn't get home until well after midnight. Exhausted and sore from a altercation, he slipped into bed beside her. He was out before his head hit the pillow.

Dita slept well with him that night; curling up against him as the morning chill crept over them. She eventually rested her head on his arm as she slept.

He woke up much more sore than he had anticipated. slowly he put his legs over the side of the bed and painfully stretched. It had been a fucked up night. He made his way to the bathroom and began to take a hot shower, hoping it would ease the stiffness in his muscles.

Dita woke up and made her way to his kitchen to make him pancakes and eggs.

As he dried off and made sure his head didn't need shanved he smelled breakfast being cooked. Usually he just grabbed whatever, he didn't even realize he had stuff to actually cook for breakfast. He followed the sent, towel around his waist, to the kitchen.

"Hey," he smiled.

Dita smiled, blushing at the sight of him, "Um...morning..." She saw a few bruises on his chest and a tiny cut above his eye. Reacting, she gently turned his face to get a better look at the cut, "God, what happened to you?"

He shrugged, "Club stuff. I'm ok, this isn't the worst it's been."

The fact that she cared touched him.

Dita looked at the cut and frowned, "It looks kinda red. Got a first aid kit somewhere?"

Once he gave her the kit, she made him sit in a chair and cleaned the cut gently before bandaging it.

He smiled and blush, "No one really fawns over me like this. I could get used to it.

Dita blushed, rubbing his shoulders. She didn't even care that she was in a tank and boyshorts. She felt so at ease with him.

He groaned and let his head droop forward. It had been forever since someone had paid this much attention to him. He ate it up and smiled.

Dita rubbed the back of his neck gently, smiling at his reaction.

"I want to take you out on my bike later today," he mumbled.

For a few minutes he just enjoyed the easy silence. Then he stood and grabbed her hand, leading her again back to his room.

Dita followed him, softly crawling onto the bed next to him. She loved his bed: it was soft and feathery like a cloud. She relaxed back in the pillows and looked over at him shyly through her long black lashes.

Dropping the damp towel to the floor he smiled at her and ran a finger just under the hem of her boy shorts.

Dita shivered under his gently touch, smiling shyly as she sat up on her elbows to gently kiss his lips. She was surprised how, well, big he was. It almost made her nervous.

Gently, he hovered over her. He pushed her back into the pillows as he crushed her lips with his.

Dita kissed him back with just as much urgency. She tugged her top off in between breaks of kisses.

He trailed kisses down her neck as he pushed aside her underwear and claimed her. He but her bottom lip and smiled crookedly.