Chapter 38: Confession
We moved to the couch with our coffees. Mira sat down first, kicking her heels off and tucking one leg under herself, and the skirt rode up another inch in a way that I refused to believe was unintentional.
I sat on the other end of the couch like a man with self-preservation instincts, which, today, I needed. She watched
do this with a small amused twitch at the corner of her mouth, "You’re sitting awfully far away, sweetheart."
I shrugged lightly, "Strategic distance."
"Mm. From ?"
"From the situation."
She laughed, soft and warm, and took a sip of her coffee. Then she set the cup down on the side table, turned to face
properly, and the warmth in her face shifted into sothing steadier.
"Alright. Let
say my part first, before I lose the nerve."
"You don’t lose nerve, Aunt." I said.
"I do, occasionally. Around you, particularly." She tilted her head. "Lukas. I want to be honest with you, because I’m too old to do this any other way. I don’t know if I love you as a man yet. I want to be very clear about that. I have loved you as a boy for a very long ti, watched you grow up, and sowhere in the middle of yesterday afternoon those two things started colliding in my head, and I don’t have it sorted out yet."
I nodded slowly. I had braced for harder things to land than that. "Okay."
"What I do know," she continued, holding my eyes, "is that I would like to find out. Because the part of
that is sorted out finds you very, very attractive."
"...Define very, very." A part of
was really curious about it.
"I went ho last night, sweetheart, and I made myself co five tis in a row thinking about you. So." She picked her coffee back up and took an unhurried sip. "Very, very."
I made a sound that was supposed to be a word and ca out as approximately half of one.
She watched my face do whatever it was doing with the patient delight of a woman who had absolutely planned to drop that line and absolutely planned to enjoy the result.
I took a deep breath, "Aunt."
"Yes, baby."
"You can’t just say things like that."
Now, I couldn’t stop myself from imagining that picture in my head. My beautiful aunt laying in her bed with a hand in...Stop it! Damn it!
She smiled, easily seeing through him, "I can. I just did. I’m thirty-six, Lukas. I am not going to pretend my body doesn’t exist for the sake of your blood pressure. We are both adults. I assu we are going to talk about adult things like adults."
"...Right. Okay. Fair."
"Mm."
I took a sip of my coffee mostly to give my hands sothing to do. ’My aunt just told
she had a five-orgasm thinking-about- session and is now sipping coffee about it. Functional adult. Stay functional. The functional adult does not malfunction in front of the woman who can talk about her own orgasms before lunch.’
"So," she went on, leg shifting, the skirt riding up that one more inch, "what I want to do is figure it out properly. Which I cannot do at a distance. So I am formally asking you, sweetheart. Would you like to date ."
I stared at her. "...Date you."
She nodded, "Yes, properly and exclusively, on my end at least, until further notice. I’ll give you everything I have. My ti, my resources, my world, my body when we get there. All of it." She smiled the small private smile that I’d only ever seen her do twice before. "I would like to be the woman you co ho to."
It took
about three seconds to land on the right joke for the mont, and when I did, I committed.
"...So basically you’re asking to be my official sugar mommy."
She laughed hearing that, "Yes, sweetheart. That is exactly what I’m asking."
"Just so I’m clear."
"Crystal."
"Cool. Cool cool cool." I repeated it many tis. Wow! So now I am Jake Peralta too.
’I have unlocked the official sugar mommy contract. Achievent: confird. Genre: validated. The harem-MC hall of fa just opened a wing in my na.’
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, set my coffee down on the side table, and looked at her properly. The teasing shape of her face stayed, but underneath it, I could see her waiting.
She was performing calm, but underneath the performance she was nervous, and I had not seen Mira nervous in my entire life.
I decided to be honest with her, "Aunt."
"Mm?" She humd, not trusting her words at the mont.
"My feelings are mutual." I admitted it.
She blinked. "...Mutual."
"Mutual. I like you. I want to do this. Yes."
The performing calm cracked.
She moved across the couch in a single fluid motion that I genuinely did not see coming, and before my brain had finished registering the words she’s moving, she was in my lap, knees on either side of mine, both her hands fisted in my collar, and her mouth was on mine.
It wasn’t a careful kiss. It wasn’t a figuring this out kiss. It was the kiss of a woman who had been waiting for that one specific sentence and was making up for the entire delay all at once.
Her perfu, her weight, the heat of her thighs on either side of mine, the way she made a small yes sound into my mouth on the second kiss and the way her hands shifted from my collar to my jaw and then up into my hair — all of it hit
at once.
I responded in the only sensible way, which was both hands at her waist, then her hips, then up under the back of the cream blouse where her skin was bare and warm.
She gasped against my mouth and pressed in closer, and the skirt that had been riding up all morning gave up and rode the rest of the way up in a way that ant most of her thigh was now bare against my legs.
Her hips moved. Just once, a small slow shift in my lap, and I felt every nerve I owned line up to pay attention.
I tried to calm myself and whispered, "Aunt."
"Mm."
"Aunt, hold on."
"Don’t."
"Hold on."
She pulled back just enough to look at , breathing uneven, lipstick smudged at one corner, hair coming undone where my hand had been in it.
"Lukas. If you tell
you’ve changed your mind, I am going to have to kill you, just for emotional consistency."
"I haven’t. I promise. I have things to tell you. Important things. Before we go any further. Please."
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