Washing plates and walking the dogs
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Derek POV
I forgot when is the last time everything fell back to pieces again. The floral scent of Rachel's hair intoxicate me and its a pure bliss. Right now, she is back in my arms, close to my heart. I pull her away slightly to have a good look at her eyes, her nose and her beautiful lips.
'Everything is awful after that trip.' She shakes her head.
'I'm sorry, I was being stupid to let you go.'
'You are, and you should be, and right now, I'm still angry with you. It's very irresponsible of you to keep me hanging with your message. I can't sleep, and it terrifies me to completely shut you out of my brain.' Rachel was gritting her teeth when she pours all her frustrations towards me.
'I wanted to call you.' I paused, I hate to break bad news to her.
'But?'
'Before I texted you, I have it all plan out, like my intelligent was design for this.' I gave a deadpan face.
'What plan?' Rachel bounced back a little.
'I told Grace that it's time for us to get a divorce. She couldn't, and she had a breakdown when you replied my text. I wanted to be the man you can bring to meet your family, but, this mission needs more time to accomplish. Grace doesn't want.' I took Rachel's hand and lead to sit so we can talk. At first I wanted us to sit at the bed, but it was a bad idea, I took a detour and just sat both of us on the floor.
'Okay, for a moment, you wanted to take me to the bed, didn't you?' I can see Rachel was holding back her grin. 'Never mind, continue.' She shrug.
I laugh. 'You are the most observant person I know, I thought that wasn't obvious.' I replied with sarcasm. We sat facing each other, Rachel sat in a fetal position and rest her chin on the hands she placed on top of her knee. I like the way we are now, it just felt so homey with her. 'I want you back, Rachel, even with all the crocodiles swimming around us, I want you back. My closet needs a little update with the socks as well.'
Rachel remained unmoved, thinking deep. When she was ready again, her brown eyes search for mine. 'First of all, the socks thing is kind of cheesy and, fresh. Second, what about your career? That day when our scandal leaks out, it's a warning sign to me, I never felt that frightened in my whole life, except my biology class where we have to experiment with the dead frog.'
She never told me about her old school stuff before. I like knowing little details about Rachel. 'My career doesn't assure me that I won't get gunshots. Look what happened to JFK. If that wasn't enough for me to decide what is more important than my life, I don't know what else is. Rachel, you are not going to ruin me, I can decide for myself.'
'You know what, I've been thinking a lot, since I met you. Being your dirty little mistress isn't the perk. I like you as a person, and sometimes I wish you are not the president, instead, you are just the hot guy I know at the plane, and everything will subside into something else, like washing plates and walking the dogs together.' Rachel leaned towards me in a kneeling position, she is so close to me that I can't think properly. 'I want to know if there is a chance we can...' she speaks softly, a little uncertain about the next thing she is going to mention.
I continued for her instead, because whatever she had in mind is exactly what I had in mind. 'Try. We can try again, Rachel. We'll continue with more discretion, you can live in the White House if you want, that makes everything easier, actually.' I smirked, and I end up getting a light punch from Rachel.
'Wait, when you said about me working in the White House, you mean it?'
I nodded.
She swing her head. 'No. This is crazy. You are being irrational. I know nothing about politics.'
'You'll be flying all the time and I won't see you that often.'
'I don't see you all the time as well. Doesn't absence makes the heart grow fonder?' She retaliated with a big Cheshire cat smile.
'There's are chance you are going to fly with Grace.' I observed her expression as I mentioned Grace's name. Her smile faded. 'Gavinski is able to fix it, if you want. And my PR team will be notified about us, our relationship.'
'Why would you want more people to be involved?' She looks like she is about to burst.
'To protect you, the PR team has to know before so they can chop the roots before the stems of the scandal grows. This is how I protect you, us.'
Rachel palms her face with her hands. 'It's not something glory to be acknowledged as a mistress, Derek. When your two loyal bodyguards had to escort me to Blair House, I felt cheap.' She spoke in a sad tone. I felt soft again, the feeling of guilt towards Rachel never ends.
Clamping my hand around her shoulders, I pulled her close to me, rest her face in my chest. 'Sorry. I got you into this.' I stroke her arms, trying to inject comfort into her.
The room got dimmer as the dark clouds chase away the bright ones. Seattle is always rainy.
'It's going to rain.' She said.
'Do you have to collect the clothes you hang outside?'
She giggles. 'I'll hang you outside if I can, let you struck by lightning as well, since peanut butter didn't kill you successfully, I guess I'll just manhandle you myself.'
'Hmmm.' I stood up and scooped her up easily. She gave a loud yell by my suddenness. 'Have you wonder what Joe and Alan might be thinking when you screamed?' I walked towards the bed, it's always a bad idea when you lead the girl you love onto the bed, you know what is going to happen next.
'Oh God!' She covered her mouth.
Luckily she never yelled "Oh God" as well. That is going to be so embarrassing. I put her down on the bed, I went on top of her. Rachel's long brown hair scattered elegantly, she looks so beautiful. I'm a lucky bastard. 'You said you wanted to manhandled me.' I stroke her cheek and kissed her.
She returned my kiss, even more ferocious then I was. Boy, she doesn't know what she can do to a man at any hour of the day. I felt my arousal heightened.
I wanted to ask Rachel if this is alright because it seems like we are baking with horny teenage hormone, and this is her parent's house. Rachel pulled me even closer, she was grabbing my shirt and searching for my button.
I let my hand wonder around her legs, up to her thigh, thanks goodness she is wearing a skirt, that save a lot of moment wasted to get those cloth out of her.
'Derek?' She moaned and gasping for air as I stir commotion over her most discreet part. She struggled, her eyes squeezed shut. There are still many part of her body I have yet to explore and satisfy.
'God, I miss you, all of you.' I begin to unzip her skirt, pulling it savagely down and thrash it on the floor, my hand search for the hem of her blouse, entering it with determination to caress her other sensitive part.
'Do we need to lock the door?' She asked breathlessly.
'It's your house, what do you reckon?' I continue to work with my mouth over her, trailing kisses over her stomach and southwards, she gasp and moaned even harder.
'Whatever.' She breath even harder as I send my finger inside her.
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My hair was a total mess that shouts 'after sex', Rachel scrunches my hair so hard that I might need my hairdresser to fix it. 'You just destroyed my image, the good one.' I point my finger to my head, while Rachel is laying on the bed, her chest is heaving up and low in a rather stable motion than earlier.
'You asked for it.' She chuckles and looks at me to see my reaction.
I leaned closer and gave her a long kiss. Compensation sex is good after all, way better than the ones we had before. This is even more satisfying.
'We fucked really hard, did we?' She rest her head on my shoulder, I held her close to me.
'When did your skill pick up that fast?' I teased her.
'After holding the title "dirty little mistress", it's actually kind of sexy.' She draws circles around the tattoo on my arm.
'Have you give it a thought about working in the White House?' I asked.
'Thought? What makes you think I'm sober enough to think when you were busy assaulting me?' She rises and supports her body with her elbow, her tresses topples all over her shoulder. I took a few strain and play with it, scenting the familiar scent of her floral shampoo.
'I'll take it as a compliment.' I throw a gloating look at Rachel.
'Anyway, I won't be accepting your offer. I love my job and office job terrifies me tremendously, I don't like a nine to five job, it can get monotonous soon.' She shrugged and take a look at the clock.
'If you work for me, you get to fly with me, and imagine what we are going to do inside the President suite.'
Her smile were filled with doubts. 'Why don't you just pay me to be your mistress? I promise it will be an exclusive service. Does the White House hires maid? I mean, its easier for me to go inside your room without suspicion.'
I burst into laughter, only Rachel could make degradation sounds hilarious. 'So, its a no?' I rubbed her cheek.
She nodded determinedly and glance at the clock again.
'Alright. Are you going somewhere?' I asked curiously.
'Dinner is almost ready, my dad might be looking for me. I have to go.' She lifted the duvet and crawl out of bed.
I picture the reaction Joe and Alan would have behind their poker face. I decide to head for shower before giving Gavinski a call. 'What about tonight? You gotta understand that it's been a while since I visited my girlfriend's parent's house, and it can be daunting somehow.'
She laugh. 'You are too old for that, Derek. Plus, do you even need to have your secret service following you around in my house?'
I pace towards her and gave her a short kiss. 'I'm glad that I have you back.' I whisper.
Rachel seems contented with my words. 'Put on something, Derek, you know what you does to woman.' Off, she went to dress herself. 'God, I'm not going to look into their eyes when I walk out.' She rolled her eyes when she refers to Alan and Joe.
'I'll see you soon, Rachel.'