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legs wide.
    â€œImagine waking up with you,” she said, whispering into his ear, now, as he positioned himself and held her hips, pressed the head of his cock against her slit. She groaned at the resistance, and her breath caught in her throat when he drove into her, sliding fast as he met the wetness inside her. “Every day. That’s what I thought.”
    â€œHuh? When?”
    She looked at him, held his chin in her hands and met his gaze. His eyelids were half closing as he slid his cock in and out of her, his mouth open and his breath coming fast.
    â€œWhen I first started seeing you,” she said, struggling to keep talking, refusing to drop eye contact. “I felt like I was dreaming.”
    â€œGod, Lucy, I’ve wanted you.”
    â€œShhh. Listen.”
    She tensed her legs, caught his hips and stopped him from moving. He tried to thrust, but she held him fast and they laughed.
    â€œI thought we didn’t need to talk?” He leaned in to nip at her throat with his teeth.
    â€œI’m not talking. I’m trying to work something out. This is important, babe.”
    â€œOkay.” He nodded, relaxed. Held himself steady for a minute. “I’m listening.”
    â€œEverything was so good it seemed like something out of a dream, a book. And I would imagine how it would be to live with you, you know, be close all the time.”
    â€œCause I was never allowed to stay over.” He sank into her, a smile curled in the corner of his mouth. She relaxed her legs and drew him in, pressed the small of his back.
    â€œClose?” he asked.
    â€œMm-hm. But I thought—how will it be when we’re really living, once we’re married, parents, in a house, once we’re…grown-up.”
    â€œOh, god—I’m listening, I’m listening,” he said, moving his hips so slowly and deep that it felt like her lower half was dissolving with intense pleasure. “But I can’t help fucking you, okay?”
    â€œYes. Don’t stop.”
    For a minute they were silent, reveling in each other’s bodies, how they fitted together so well, how good it felt to be so close again. Outside the day had sunk into darkness, and Lucy thought how clean and black and absolute it was—how certain. She lay on the floor with her husband and thought of the things she knew for certain. Who she loved. What her body needed. That things would change, whatever happened, the days would pass—shorter or longer.
    John shifted, and held her in place, and she could tell from the catch in his breath that he was close to coming.
    â€œAnd now we’re there, grown-up, and I feel like I’m half-asleep. I went from dreaming to half-asleep.”
    â€œAnd now?” John moaned. He held her by the hips and thrust deep.
    â€œNow, I want to wake up with you,” she said, slipping her hand between them, feeling the quickening and the bloom of the orgasm. “I want to be here.”
    â€œHere?”
    â€œYes. Now. Now. I want to be with you, and know it, and live wide awake. Right here. Every moment. Good and bad.”
    He nodded his head and looked at her straight on, his blue and white eyes as bright as a sudden summer’s day in midwinter. His body drove into hers and locked there. She smiled. He said, “Okay.”
    And they came.

A COMPETITIVE MARRIAGE
    Victoria Blisse
    I looked out of the window on a gray Mancunian winter’s evening. It was pitch black and the pools of egg yolk–yellow streetlights showed it was still raining, the ripples impacting the puddles left from days of the same kind of weather.
    â€œI’m not going out there tonight,” I said, shaking my head. “No way, it’s too cold and wet and miserable.”
    â€œAll right, love,” was my husband’s chirpy reply. He was on his laptop, deeply involved in tending to imaginary vegetation or flinging some poor animated animal to its