No Choice (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 4

No Choice (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 4

Also available on my AO3.

Outpost 3

I awoke the next morning to a knock on my door. It was rough and loud, which informed me immediately that it wasn’t Michael. I got out of bed and answered it, in my nightgown. I opened the door to find Veneble.

“Good morning, Miss March. Please come with me right now, as I’ve got something special in mind for today.” She pulled me out the door harshly, directing me to the stairs. We went down to the first floor and she took me into the room she used to punish those who broke her rules. She shoved me in, and I fell onto my stomach.

“What the Hell?!” I screamed, she had Mead quickly tie up my hands and hang me from the ceiling. I was somewhat disoriented as I’d hit my head when she pushed me.

“You can’t do this.”

“I reign supreme here, and I will do as I wish and see fit. You’ve broken a rule and there must be punishment for your actions. I’m afraid killing you would only result in an angry Langdon. Should you say, disappear, then there would be no way he knew I was involved,” she walked around me in a circle. “Tell me, who is the father?”

“I’m not telling you shit! It is the father and my business not yours.”

“Perhaps then some, incidents will befall you and this bastard child will suffer as well. Besides, a whore like you doesn’t deserve to be a mother.” She rubbed her hand across my small bump as she threatened. She took her hand off and went towards the door. “Down here, no can hear you. Scream all you want, it will do no good. I will return tomorrow with Miss Mead. I suggest you consider identifying the father, or you will regret the day you were ever saved from the bombs.” She left.

I tired to pull my arms down. Of course, it was to no avail. I spent the next 15 minutes screaming, and once again nothing came from it. Michael would look for me, I knew he would.

(Michael! Please, please hear me!) I pleaded in my head. I hoped our telekinetic link would still work.

(Ashley, my queen, where are you? Veneble said she simply could not find you this morning. I know she’s a liar.) He replied after a few minutes.

(The punishment room. Ask around, you’ll find it.) I started to drift off into a sleep, though why was unknown to me. A while later I heard the door open. It woke me and I looked up, hoping to everything I knew that it was Michael. Much to my dismay, it wasn’t.

“Have you decided to come clean?” It was Veneble’s voice.

“No fucking way.” She walked over and hit my stomach with her cane. “Fuck!”

“This is no way to abort a child, but if I have to, a fall down a flight of stairs should take care of it don’t you think? Now tell, who is the father?!” Just then I heard the door again and saw Veneble whip around to see Michael.

“What the hell are you doing?! Did I not tell you I would take care of the situation? You’ve been on thin fucking ice since I got here, and tis is over the line.” He walked over pushing her to the floor. He reached up and freed my hands. “You OK, baby?”

I nodded lightly.

“Why do you treat her so highly? Explain to me why her and her bastard child are so important to you.” Veneble screamed from the floor. Michael put his foot on her neck.

“This is my wife and my child. You are nothing but pathetic scum. How dare you threaten my wife.” He pushed harder until I heard a pop. Her body went limp. “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up love.” He picked me up and carried me to his room, ignoring the glares we received from the other residents of the Outpost.

Pre-Apocalypse

2 weeks had passed since that fight. It seemed as though our bond had grown exponentially. Michael had become much more affectionate. Not PDA necessarily, but it was hand holding and every once in a while, a kiss on the cheek. The latter was initiated by either party, primarily me at first. Mutt and Jeff had ceased their inappropriate comments to me as well.

I was making dinner, when I felt arms wrap around me. I turned and saw Michael, his chin resting on my shoulder. I smiled as I stirred the sauce for our spaghetti.

“What are you doing, Mikey?” I asked trying to focus my eyes on the stove.

“Can’t I hug my fiancé from behind?” He replied. “Where did you learn to cook anyway?”

“Well, Miss Evers, my dad’s maid, taught me. She never really liked me, but tried to get in good with my dad.” He hummed in response. “Food’s ready. Wanna help me set the table?” Michael grabbed plate and silverware, setting the table without complaint. We sat down to eat.

“How was your day?” he asked. Uneventful. The coke heads are almost done with your project. How was yours?”

“Long. I swear I work with idiots. Can’t do the simplest thing. It seems the apocalypse will be occurring sooner than expected.”

“How soon?”

“A month. Don’t worry I have a place for you. Unfortunately, I’m expected to leave you at an Outpost, before we get to reunite. The wedding for us should be taking place next week.”

“Wow, rushing things. We’ll get everything figured out.”

After dinner, I cleaned up the mess and went into the bedroom. I was sitting on the bed, reading some true crime book I’d found. Michael followed laying next to me.

“One week, and you are officially Mrs. Langdon,” he commented. I put the book on the nightstand and faced him. “You excited?”

“How could I not be? I’m going to be marrying you.” I chuckled rolling on to my back.

“I sense hesitation, do you not want to?”

“Of course, I do. I’m just…nervous. It’s a big life change.”

“Don’t worry baby, it’ll be great. We’ll go in front of the church and be unified in evil and love.” He kissed me and for whatever reason, that was enough to calm my nerves, even if it was just temporary.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) dir. Jim Sharman

No Choice: (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 5

Pre-Apocalypse

It was officially my wedding day. Michael was in a different room. My dress was black with dark red lace detail. My hair was pulled back in a gorgeous style and my makeup was rather neutral. A red lace veil completed my wedding attire. My nerves were in overdrive, though I didn’t know why. I was excited to be with Michael, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be married already. I was still so young. I knew my destiny for years, and it was no surprise we were getting rushed, yet I somewhat didn’t want to face the truth. I knew my fate was sealed and there was no getting out of it, but I still felt an urge to run. I heard the door click behind me.

“You look stunning. I know I shouldn’t see the bride before the wedding, but Father said I should talk to you.” Michael spoke. I turned to look at him. He was in a tux with a shirt that matched my veil.

“I don’t know, I just…Do you wish you could just live your life the way you wanted without any expectations and concrete plans? There’s so much I haven’t done, and I’m so young. Yet, I’m settling down and getting married,” I looked down at the ground.

“I mean yeah, but I want to marry you even if I didn’t get a choice in a bride. Do you not want to get married? Is it something I did?”

“No Michael, I’m thrilled that I get to be yours. I guess I just wish I had more control. When I was a kid, I knew that I was going to marry you. That is my purpose to marry you and procreate. Back then, I could just be. No expectations, no fate,” I looked up at him. My eyes were watering, threatening to fuck up my eyeliner and mascara.

“I know how you feel. For now, we have to follow our guide, do what we’re told. But I promise, when the world becomes ours, you can do anything you want. I mean within reason but, you will be free again.” He used his thumbs to wipe the stray tear that rolled down my cheek. “I love you Ash.”

“I love you too. Now let’s go get married."

The wedding was perfect and our unity in Satan was sealed. We had foregone having a reception, so we just returned to our home. I had gone to the bedroom to prepare to consummate our marriage, while Michael said he needed to grab a couple things. I had slipped off the dress, making my while lingerie visible. I went over to the dresser and slipped on some thigh high stockings and garters. I was nervous, but excited. I undid my hair letting it fall loosely around my shoulders and face. I went over to put on some light pink lipstick before going back and kneeling on the bed. I heard Michael knock on the door slightly. “Can come in?”

“Of course, Mr. Langdon.” I said trying to sound somewhat seductive. I walked in with a couple glasses of wine and I heard him gulp at my appearance.

“I brought us some wine. Thought it might help relax us before we do anything.” He handed me a glass and sat on the bed beside me. I took a large sip and set it on the nightstand. Michael followed suit and looked over at me.

“So, we’re officially married now.” I spoke unsure what to say.

“Yup, you're now Mrs. Langdon.” He was stiff, and I decided it’d be best to just forget making love for tonight, as he obviously wasn’t into it. I got up and Michael looked at me questioningly. “Where are you going?”

“I was just going to get some pajamas. I mean, you don’t really seem into it tonight so we can do ‘it’ a different night. He got up and walked over to me holding my hands.

“Ash, you’ve no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this night. I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before or anything like it. I thought I had calmed down enough but then I cam in and saw you wearing this and you looked so sexy and irresistible and I got scared.” I took my hands out of his and put them on his face.

“I’m scared too. This isn’t something I have ever done, but I want to do this. I want you to be my first and only, and I yours.” I kissed him gently and his hands found my hips, pulling me closer to him. That’s when I could feel his arousal against my leg. We part only to go back over to the bed. Michael laid me down and climbed on top of me. His lips reconnected with mine and the kiss was heated and passionate. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip, requesting access which I willingly gave.

I reached down and started undoing his shirt buttons. He got off me and stripped down to his boxers. He got back on top of me and kissed me before moving down to my neck. I let out a soft moan.

“You look absolutely amazing baby, but I think you’ll look even better without these clothes. May I?” I nodded and he unhooked my bra tossing it onto the floor. He put his hand on one of my breasts and began massaging it.

I let my hand sneak down and cup his manhood gently and he moaned against my neck. He sat up again and slipped his fingers underneath the waist band of my underwear. His eyes investigated mine, as if asking for permission. I nodded and he slipped them off. He got up and removed his own underwear. My eyes widened as I took in his size. I had no idea how it was going to fit. He knelt between my legs, lining himself up.

“Are you ready?” I nodded once more, and he started pushing into me slowly. I bit my lip at the pain of him stretching me out, and soon he was fully inside. “Just tell me when you want me to move.”

After a few moments of deep breaths, I told him he could move, and he did. The pain was quickly replaced with pleasure. Even when I was alone and touched myself, I never felt this feeling before. I felt a knot building up in my lower stomach. Soon it snapped and I felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over me. Michael finished just as I did, spilling his see into me. After a few minutes he pulled out and laid next to me.

“That was…wow.” I said breaking the silence of us catching out breaths.

“Yeah it was. It was amazing. I’m so happy I’m able to call you my wife now. I love you Mrs. Langdon.” I kissed him softly.

“I love you too, Mr. Langdon.”

No Choice (Michael Langdon X OFC) Pt. 3

Repost from my old blog. Also available on my AO3 account.

Pre-Apocalypse

I’d been with Michael now for about a month now. I was going crazy at the monotony of everyday. We’d wake early and go into Kineros. There I’d spend my day listening to Jeff and Mutt go on about robotics and cocaine. They also made suggestive comments and jokes towards me. Then around 5, Michael would finally be done with his meetings and we’d head home. There we’d eat whatever I chose to make, normally it was pasta, and go to bed. All I knew about him was what his father told me. I know he wasn’t exactly happy to be stuck with me but, he could at least try. Tonight, I planned to learn more about him as person. We had made it home and I made French toast. It was the one thing I knew he liked. I put the plate in front of him and sat across the table. I took a bite before talking. “Michael, how um… how was your day?” I asked. I didn’t know what to ask in order to start the conversation, I never was the conversational type. “Fine, you know I can’t tell you anything.” His response was quick and cold, as if it was so rehearsed it was a second nature to him. “Ok. Well, Jeff and Mutt got quite a bit done on your project today.” All he did was hum in response and the room went quiet as we ate. “Do like being there?” He questioned after a few moments. I was a bit taken aback by it. “Well, I guess. I mean, I wish the boys were a little more appropriate.” “What do you mean?” “They make comments and jokes. They’ve asked how much I charge you, or how I have to be a firecracker in bed. Stuff like that.” “Why didn’t you say something before?” “It isn’t my place.” My voice was barely above a whisper when I said it. “Besides, you have more important issues than my comfortability level.” “You are important and I want to feel comfortable,” his tone was level, stating it as a matter of fact. I let out a small, sarcastic laugh. “You sure don’t act like it.” I didn’t even realize I said it before it was too late. “I’m sorry ignore that.” “No, I won’t. Please go on, tell me what makes you say that.” “You don’t talk to me. I only know things about you because of your Father. I understand I’m just a forced marriage, but we can at least try right?” I got up and started cleaning off the table. “I don’t appreciate your assumptions. I know you, better than you do. Father has opened my eyes to your mind. Every happy moment, every ‘I love you’, and every dirty, little secret. I know you know my past so why does it matter if I tell you? How does that show my affections?” He was standing in front of me, looking down into my eyes. “A month. A month of no stimulating conversation from you. No intimacies of any sort. I’m your fiancée, I deserve something from you. Please. A fucking hug or pat on the shoulder, just something. Talk to me about your day, ask me about mine,” I said. I took a deep breath, chuckling as I shook my head. “What am I even doing? What can I ask of you? There are no repercussions, I’m stuck with you no matter what.” I walked off. I heard him calling me as I did but I just continued on to the bedroom. There I locked the door and laid on the bed crying. Who knew a demon spawn would have so much emotion?

Outpost 3

I left Michael’s office only to be brought down to dinner. He didn’t come down for about 15 minutes. I could feel Veneble’s eyes on me the entire time. Hers and of Coco’s. I did shift a couple times at the lack comfortability. Once Michael did return their glares didn’t cease. At one end of the table they were discussing various rumors. I wasn’t paying attention. I decided to talk to Michael through our minds. What took you so long? I asked him. My thoughts were too entranced with you. Can’t very well show that in front of everyone else. Of course. That’s my business only. I smiled at the thought of how I effected Michael. Veneble has been staring me down since I got here. I’m aware. I can feel the tension. She’ll get hers soon enough. As will that rich blonde. I continued eating and before I could respond I heard Veneble stand and stamp her cane on the ground firmly. Everyone’s attention was immediately drawn to her. “As you all should know, the rules here are non-negotiable. Breaking them can result in dire consequences. However, despite this, someone has disobeyed, resulting in a pregnancy.” Everyone looked shocked at the statement and I looked over at Michael. The whispers soon began about who it could be. “Who is it?” Gallant asked to her. “Miss March, perhaps you’d like to enlighten us at to the situation,” Veneble spoke venomously. All eyes moved to me. “Shouldn’t matter. It’s no one else’s business. The Cooperative are aware of the situation, and that’s all I care to share.” Michael stood. “We are very aware of her pregnancy and have no plans to punish her. This will be the first child of the New World, and we don’t want to cause any harm to the fetus or mother,” his voice was so even, something I’d always admired. “Now, I believe Mr. Gallant said he would like to go come get interviewed.” Gallant stood and followed Michael to his office. “Miss March, Langdon may have let you off, but you will still have to face the consequences of your actions.” She left the room. I knew nothing would happen, Michael wouldn’t allow it. I got up and went to my room. After about an hour of reading, I heard a knock on my door. I went over to answer it, finding Michael. He entered my room and sat on the bed while I shut and locked the door. “How was your interview with Gallant?” I asked sitting next to him. “He wanted me to fuck him,” he said. “I also talked to Veneble.” “What did she have to say?” “She said I have no power here and she is the one in charge.” “Soon she’ll be gone, right love?” He nodded. “What can I do to take your mind off of it?” “No, I think it best for us both to go to bed. I will see you in the morning my queen.” He got up and left. Something seemed wrong and I knew it wasn’t Veneble. His Father must have done something. I’d figure it out tomorrow, because he was right, it was time to go to bed.

Pre-Apocalypse

It had been about an hour since Michael and I’s argument, and I had finally calmed myself down. I suddenly heard a knock. “Ashley, can I please come in?” It was Michael, who else would it be. I got up and unlocked the door. He opened up the door and I went back to the bed, laying down on my side. He came and sat on the other side. “Listen, about earlier-” “I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just go to bed like every other night.” He shifted and turned me to face him. His eyes were so soft and the bright cerulean made him look almost human. He moved forward and pressed his lips to mine. It was sweet and gentle. He pulled away. “I want this to work, I’m just not used to people being there for me. I don’t want to lose another person who is important to me. I never have done this before, shared feelings or affection. I’m sorry,” his voice was low and I could tell he meant it. “I’m sorry too. I just always imagined being in one of those romantic movies. Life isn’t like that, I realized. I said things I regret but it’s too late to take back. I love you Michael, whether or not you could believe that. I’m going to go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” I rolled over and got under the covers. Michael shed his clothes, except his boxers and crawled in next to me. For the first time ever, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. That was the best sleep I’d ever gotten. Just as I was about to drift off to dreamland I heard him whisper, “I love you too.”

Life Fucks You Over (Jimmy Darling X Reader)

This is the longest fic I've ever written that isn't intended to be a series. If you guys want, I may make a part two that a little lot more 18+.

Funny how life tends to fuck everything up. Well, sometimes it’s me who fucks it up, but this time around I don’t think it was me at all.

I had a good life. I was 19, married to a wealthy man. I didn’t have to want for anything and if I had wanted, never would have had lift a finger. Our marriage wasn’t one of love, more of one of convenience and necessity on his part. He needed me to help as a mask so to speak. A way to hide his true romantic interests, so the wealthy community and his family wouldn’t shun him. I was in it as a way to escape my parents. My husband and I got along well but we definitely didn’t hold romantic feelings for each other.

Now though, I was seriously fucked. He’d gotten too deep into shit and it cost him everything. I’d gone out that day for a quick shopping trip. We had a formal dinner coming up and I needed to find a dress for the occasion. When I returned, I found his lifeless body laying in a pool of blood. He was still in his light blue pajamas and royal blue robe. His body was cold.

Our accounts had been emptied, by him according to the bank. Our home was going to enter foreclosure, all I had was a personal account that didn’t have much money in it and a small car. Upon his death, his sexuality came to light causing everyone who knew me to turn their backs on me. Even my parents and his family were furious I kept his secret knowingly.

So here I was working at a shitty diner on the outside of Jupiter, Florida, living out of my car. It was around 5 o’clock when a young man came in.

He was handsome, clearly dirty from a days work. However, he was wearing a pair of gloves, despite the heat outside. He sat down at the counter and placed a menu in front of him, before running off to clear a recently vacated table. Upon my return behind the counter, I walked over with my notepad and pen in hand.

“So what can I get ya?” “I’ll take the meatloaf and a coke.”

“Alright, I’ll go put your order in.” I spoke walking over to the kitchen window. I went and got his coke and brought it over to him. The bell on the door rang and a group of young men came in. “Hey there hot stuff, get us 3 burgers would ya?” The one in the middle spoke.

“You could at least be polite about it.” I heard the young man at the counter say, turning towards the men.

“Wait a minute, I recognize you. You’re that one freak with the lobster hands.” The one on the right spoke. “Cancel the order we ain’t eating in the same place as a freak.”

“Hey! It ain’t contagious. He’s just tryin to live his life like everyone else. Leave him alone, not like he has any choice about it.” I yelled. I remembered how people acted about my husband and it was very bothersome.

“Don’t be tellin me what to do ya little bitch. We’re leaving, good luck getting enough to move outta your car.” They turned and walked out. The chef rang the bell to let me know that the man’s meatloaf was done. I quickly walked over and set it in front of him.

“Sorry about that guy. I’m sure you get enough shit about your hands. Don’t need those assholes botherin ya while you’re trying to eat.”

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for standin up for me though, you didn’t have to do that. I’m Jimmy by the way. Jimmy Darling.” I smiled introducing myself.

“I can’t stand assholes like that guy. Can’t get over how someone was born.”

“Why did ya? Ya know, stand up for me?”

“I was married and uh, he was attracted to men. When he died, the secret got out and all I heard was how shitty of a person I was for hiding a faggot. That he wasn’t worth anything and he deserved to die. It really bothered me.”

“Is what that guy said true? You’re living in your car?”

“Yeah. My husband was into some deep shit and I lost everything when he died.” He nodded eating his meal.

“Look, there’s an empty trailer down at the camp where I live. I might be able to convince Miss Elsa to let ya stay there for a while.”

“That’s real sweet of ya, but I don’t wanna be an imposition do anyone.” “Please? At least bring your car down there for the night. I’d be worryin about ya all night.”

“Alright, I get off in about an hour. You can hang around til then and then I’ll follow ya.”

“Thanks doll. So tell me about yourself?”

“Well, you know quite a bit about me already. Tell me about you?” He chuckled.

“Ain’t much to tell. I’m a freak who’s a part of a freak show. Have been all my life.” He said and for it made my heart sink a bit.

“There’s more to ya than that. Come on, what do ya like to do?” “I like talkin to pretty girls like you.” I chuckled and felt my cheeks reddens some. “Don’t get to do it often though. My hands usually turn them away. What about you?”

“I like draw. I ain’t very good but I find it relaxin. I also enjoy crocheting and swimming.”

“I’m sure you’re great.” He spoke. It seemed as if he had more to say but the bell of the front door rang.

“Gotta get back to work.” I spoke walking over to where the patrons were sitting. The next hour went on just like that. I’d talk to him when I could while tending to other patrons. Soon it was 6 and the next waitress came in for her shift. Jimmy walked me outside and to my car.

“My bike is right over there, I’ll lead ya over to the camp.” He said as I got into my car.

“Alrighty, sounds good.” He walked over as I shut my door and started up his bike. I followed suit, staring up my car and then we drove to where the freak show was. It was only a few minutes from the diner.

It was a decent size set up, but seeing it really made me feel bad. How can people treat others like this? It just didn’t make sense to me. I parked by Jimmy and got out of my car.

“Thanks for stayin here tonight, doll. I just couldn’t imagine ya sleepin’ outside that diner alone. Especially with those murders that happened a few weeks ago.”

“Well, I really appreciate your concern. It’s real sweet of ya to worry. Especially since I don’t even know you that well. In hindsight, maybe following an almost complete stranger down here wasn’t a smart idea.” We both laughed a moment.

“Well, you were real sweet to stand up for that almost complete stranger. I can show ya around if ya want. Maybe introduce you to some of the people here.” I smiled as he put his arm around my shoulder leading me off towards a big tent.

“Ya know, a tour guide such as yourself should really point things out along the way.” I said jokingly. He quickly jumped in front me of excitedly.

“If ya look off to your left, you’ll see the parkin’ lot, On the right you’ll see the entrance to the trailers and tents for the acts,” he spoke making his voice sound like it was coming through a microphone speaker. I laughed acting in awe at the sights. “Step right up, step right up the ticket booth is right in front of us. For the pretty girl on the tour, no purchase necessary to enter the main tent.” I blushed a bit at the last comment.

“You are a fantastic tour guide. This ain’t your first time is it?”

“Actually, it is.”

“Well you’re a real natural. Someday maybe you can lead tours through a museum or something.” We went into the tent and I looked around.

“As you can see there is ample seating for crowds large and small. Right over here is the perfect spot to see the stage right on.” He says pointing to a spot.

“Really? Well maybe you should go up and show me somethin’ in order to really get the full affect.” I said sitting on the wooden bench.

“Well doll, look at you. Get ya out of that diner and you make all sorts of demands.” He chuckles running and jumping up on stage. “I’ll be right back, gotta go grab my props.” He said jogging off the stage. I sat there in the quiet for a few moments. This is the first time I’ve actually smiled and enjoyed myself since before my husband died. I thought to myself.

After a minute he came running back on the stage holding some juggling pins. I noticed he had taken his gloves off, and for the first time I actually saw his hands, though I couldn’t really get a good look at the distance.

“And now the amazing Lobster Boy will perform the feat of juggling,” he spoke showing his hands before juggling. After a minute he caught them all again and bowed. I clapped and stood up.

“Amazing, truly spectacular!” I cheered. He put the pins down and jumped back off the stage running over towards me. “Never before have I been so entranced with a performance. Could be in part because of how handsome the performer was.” I smiled at him.

“Wouldn’t go that far there, doll. But the feed back is very much appreciated.” He spoke running his hand through his hair. I glanced at it quickly and he seemed to notice. “Oh yeah, this is the first time you actually saw my hands isn’t it. You’re free to leave if it bothers ya.”

“It doesn’t.” I said grabbing his hand and tracing my fingers over his fused together one. “Actually, I think their kinda neat. They make ya even more unique. If only people got to know ya, they’d get to see how wonderful you really are.” I spoke before looking up at him. His eyes were really soft, tender even.

“No one has ever said that before. You’re real sweet ya know.” I smiled blushing lightly. “In fact even though housewives love the way these feel, they can’t even stand to look at me.”

“Holy shit! I knew you sounded familiar. Lobster Boy. You do those Tupperware parties for the desperate housewives. I was invited to a bunch of them, but I never went.”

“That bother ya? I only do it cause we need money. I mean we only get so much from performin’ and we got a whole camp to feed.”

“I get. We do things for money sometimes even if we ain’t proud of it. Life has been tough for me and all, but I can’t imagine what it’s like for you guys.” I said sitting down.

“You’re real special. I ain’t ever met anyone like you before.” Jimmy spoke sitting down beside me. “Do you wanna come see my trailer?” I nodded and we walked over to his trailer. It was surrounded by others but his said lobster boy on the side. It was fairly large inside. It had a fridge, couch, a small table, and a bed. “If ya like, you could sleep here tonight. I’ll take the couch and then you can sleep on an actual bed.”

“Ya know I couldn’t do that.” He looked down a bit defeated. “But maybe, if ya want we could share it.”

“I don’t know doll, I don’t think that’d be the best idea. I ain’t great at self control sometimes, and layin next to a pretty girl like you…” I walked up and kissed his.

“I don’t have any problem with that. But, before we do anything, I gotta tell ya. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I don’t normally mess around with girls I met a few hours ago either.”

“No I mean, any of it. I said my husband fancied men and we never consummated our marriage.”

“Are ya sayin’ you’ve never been with a guy before.” I shook my head lookin down.

“I guess I never really got the chance. And I know I only met ya a couple hours ago, but I feel something with you. Something I’ve never felt before. I can’t describe it.”

“I know. I’ve been thinkin that since I first saw ya. But are ya sure you want your first time to be with a freak like me?” I put my hand on his cheek softly.

“I’ve always wanted to do it with someone I felt a spark with. I don’t care about your hands. I care about who you are. And I really like who you are Jimmy Darling. I want to do this, with you.” He smiled at me.

“Well, I’d like nothing more than to be with you.”

I guess sometimes life fucks you over, only to give you something in return. And for me that is Jimmy Darling, my sweet lobster boy.

I always love that Till will sometimes take his poetry and make it into a full on song. Nass, Schweiss, Was Ich Liebe, Zick Zack, all have features similar to or take from various poems he's written in year prior.