Off Limits - Episode 10
by Brandi Reeds
Slightly inebriated after leaving the Frayed Knot, Ty and Jacey are at her apartment door.
While Jacey fishes blindly in her bag for her key, Ty’s hands are in her hair, and they’re kissing.
I feel like we can finally celebrate being us.
Thanks for bringing Kim and me back together.
I’m not going to lie.
Our motives weren’t entirely heroic.
You two girls are impossible when you’re missing each other.
I like your ulterior motives.
Where’s your key, already?
In my bag. Somewhere.
Hurry and open the door before things get real interesting for your neighbors.
Jacey manages to retrieve the key and slides it into the lock.
The door gives way, and they tumble into Jacey’s apartment.
I want you.
Well, you got me.
He kisses her again.
On the fire escape.
It’s starting to rain.
Just like the first time.
I want you even more now.
Then tell your belt to behave. I’m tired of fighting with it.
Ty laughs.
I got it.
He pulls his belt from the loops on his jeans.
Jesus, you’re not wearing any panties.
I took them off at the bar.
Huh?
You told me to.
But then Kim walked in.
Remember I put my hand in your pocket right around martini number two?
I thought that was flirty. Foreplay.
It was.
I didn’t think you were going to take off your panties.
Surprise. I did.
The woman of my dreams.
I aim to please.
Ty pulls the panties from his jeans pocket.
Plaid satin hipsters. God, I love you.
I love you, too.
Let’s make a pact: no panties in Spain.
I won’t pack a single pair.
They make their way to the fire escape, shedding clothing along the way.
Ty shoves open the window.
They crawl onto the fire escape.
Jacey leans against the railing.
Ty presses against her.
Here comes the rain.
The rain picks up.
We’re really going to Spain.
With my family.
I can’t wait.
And whenever it rains, we’ll sneak away, and you’ll wrap your legs around me.
Like this?
Feels good.
A little better than good.
And maybe, in the midst of one of these rendezvous, I’ll look you in the eye.
And you’ll tell me you don’t want to live without me.
And?
And I don’t want to live without you, either.
So we’ll make it all official, right then and there.
In the rain.
In Barcelona.
I’ll ask you the question I’m trying hard not to ask right now.
Because you want to ask in Spain.
It’d sound sexier in Catalan.
Oh, God.
That sounds pretty sexy, too.
I’m going to miss this fire escape.
When we’re in Spain?
When you move in with me.
Ty, are you saying—
I guess I can’t wait. I’m saying:
Do you want to move in together?
You say the word, and I’ll book a moving truck.
Say yes.
Yes.
He trails kisses over her neck and dips a hand between her thighs.
God, yes.
I love the sound of that.
Keep touching me, and I’ll never stop saying it.
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