That posed a problem...

Though Giselle usually carried some with her at all times in case of situations such as this one...

This was the first time she didnt have any.

Her father had taken her stash-which was ridiculous because he never used one. But, then again, she had those pills...

"I have birth control pills...We'll be fine," she said softly with a sweet chuckle as she looked up at him. They should be fine, at least. Though everyone said you should use both just in case, they were missing one. Plus, her father never used a rubber-and she had been taking pills the entire time and she never wound up pregnant.

So how would this time be any different?

She propped herself up on her elbow, catching his lips in the process. She was definetly warming up to him again. She could almost feel herself slip back into old Gee mode...almost.

Her fingers on her good hand traced his chest all the way down to his hips, stopping there. It was up to him though. If he felt uncomfortable not using a rubber, she would deal. Cuddling she wouldnt mind-they always did it anyways so that would not be different.

But she was seducing him, unintentionally, by spreading her legs farther and locking her lips onto his, running her tongue over his lips so she could deepen the kiss. She really did not realize what she was doing. Her body was kind of on auto pilot. It just wanted more and more.

But it did not mean that Gee did not realize the consequences of her actions if they did not use a rubber. Those options were running a list through her head. The worst being: pregnancy. At that-it didn't even sound that bad. Though she would never consider abortion, and she knew Madison and herself had no sexually transmitted diseases to share, Gee was, overall secure about not using a rubbe rand depending on the pills.

She was depending on them already- it had been two of the six pills she had popped in her mouth before. There was even a patch that prevented pregnancy. Giselle, of course, had done her research. You had to when your father raped you without a glove all the time...

Giselle let a moan slip out from her throat as Madison pumped inside her. It felt even better without the glove. Now it was only them two and it was all she had ever wanted. Just Madison and Giselle. Noone else.

She arched her back as she would thrust back,gitting her teeth since her hips still hurt slightly-but it wasn't a pain she couldn't deal with-it was one she was already use to.

Plus, she would never let that stop her from getting tangeled up in Madison, especially when this was only their second time doing it. He knew what he was doing now. It was not like the first time where she had to be on top. Now, it was more like he had to be on top, because she could not manage. He would lean that way-practice makes perfect-though to her he was already perfect.

Madison was delicious just the way he was.No more and no less. So with each thrust she could feel a moan escape herself in response.

Giselle had imagined, once or twice, what could have happened if she did end up pregnant. Of course, it wouldn't be a good thing with her curent situation. She was too weak to carry a kid, and her body, inside and out, was messed up from the beatings she kept taking on throughout the years.

At the same time, though, she would love to have a kid with Madison-just not anytime soon. Maybe in the future, but right now, sex was not for baby making. So she would make the sacrafice and take the pills all she needed to. Madison was too young for a kid-and he had too much going for him. She might go nowhere in life, but she knew darn well that he would make it, no matter what he went after. And if he didn't think he was going to make it, she would push him and boost his ego if she had to. Madison was the only person she really had. Seeing him happy made her happy.

Giselle arched her back even more as she felt her veins fill with liquid fire from the pleasure running through her. As he pumped faster into her, she let out another moan, a louder one escaping her when he said her name. It felt good hearing him say it that way. Not perverted like when her bastard of a father said it. There wasn't only lust behind it-but love. She knew that and felt it.

She could feel the beads of sweat slip down her collar bone and chest, then journeying down to her flat stomach. When he went even faster she had to bite back on her lip to keep from screaming. This was even better than last time. Madison was learning fast...

When his thrusts suddenly slowed she felt herself hit her climax, the exact thing she needed to through her over the edge. The slow movements were as if her body were savoring them as she thrust back, keeping with his tempo and kissing his lips, biting down on the lower one every so often. When he pulled out, just in the knick of time, she had hit her climax with him and she could feel him dirty the bed sheets. She was thankful that they were in a hotel. Looks like the maid would have to clean up their tainted sheets.

As he kissed her, she kissed him back, her good arm wrapping around his neck loosely as her eyes wavered. He was so beautiful-he had no idea. He didn't know how much he was giving up just by being with her. Sometimes it confused her, how he could just drop everything just to stay right next to her at that moment. At other times she understood perfectly why he would-she would do the same for him.

"I love you too," she whispered back, her heart pumping loudly inside her chest as she bit his lower lip gently,"And I'll always be here for you, hottie. No matter what...." she chuckled softly, kissing his lips again, loving their taste and feel and knowing that they would never get old to her. They would still feel and taste the same as they did the first time they brushed against her's in the club.

Giselle chuckled, getting up, not too slow but not fast either, and pulled off the sheets with her-the bottom one of course. She rolled it up once she was on her feet, and tossed it to the other side of the room. The room was going to get dirty fast, but Gee was a slight neat freak to certain things. Like, she didn't care if there were magazines and work on the floor or bed, but dirty laundrey and food? She had to clean it up. It was like it was yelling at ehr to clean it.

She climbed back into the bed again, patitng it down so he can lay next to her, using one of the smaller pillows to put her cast on because it was starting to bug her. More like it ached than anything. She couldn't tell if it was the bone or the muscle but it felt like it was being stretched out and it was frustrating, but not enough to make her show her frustration.

Giselle wanted her red hair back-badly actually. She loved her red hair-it made her stand out from the usual blondes and brunettes. She had been crying when she dyed her hair black...because she was afraid she wouldn't get the same shade of orangey red goodness again that Madison loved so much.

"Have you ever imagined life like....five years from now?" it was a random question, but one she had thought of time and time again, she being a junior and all and college not looking to bright in her future. She really wanted to be a fashion designer or photographer...And she had already applied to a fashion/art school in New York City a few weeks ago-she was just waiting for the mail to get sent back to her-or an email-to see if she got in or not.

And Madison. She saw him in her future...and they were happy. There was no more running, no moe hiding secrets, no more disappearing for weeks at a time. Just them two-a happy couple, living in New York City for college and all that stuff and they would have their own tiny run down apartment that would somehow manage to make them love each other even more-if that was possible tolove someone more than she loved Madison...

And then when they were both out of college and had their lives together, they would get married. She didn't need anyone to walk her down an aisle. Her father would be history and she would have her sister walk her down the aisle...The closest thing to a parent she ever had. She would smile behind the veil at Madison who would have the look all men have on their face the second they see their future wife: anticipation for the future, fear if he was good enough, happiness because he felt like he was the luckiest guy on earth...She'd seen it in all the movies. And then a year later, they'd be living in the suburbs of Jersey, expectant parents, and Gee with a huge belly, walking like the cautionary whale.

It was a lot to think of, but Gee had this in her head since she disappeared a few weeks back. It was what kept her moving-knowing that she could have that if she really did try. And she was. She was going to try and get to that little suburbiam town in Jersey where they would be happy... It was all she wanted...Madison and happiness.