Reid: Aftershocks

Hey guys!

Sorry I've been so MIA. We have been on the Azores islands and I have been passed out with exhaustion by 10 PM almost every night!

This post was supposed to be up last Monday, but unfortunately it got abandoned on my desktop and had to be rewritten because we had a bit of a crazy start to our trip. We were supposed to have a connecting flight through Newark, but the storms there were so bad that we got a notification at around 10 AM that our flight was cancelled. We then had to call the airlines and reroute our flights around the storms which meant leaving 3 hours earlier than planned.

Anyway, I didn't exactly kill myself to get this post rewritten as soon as we landed, which I'm sure you can understand! The next three are already drafted in blogger, so I'm thinking Sunday, Wednesday, and Saturday for the posts. Then I'll be home for the following Saturday and will pick up then!

I'm going to go run around Lisbon now! See you Sunday!

*****

Sarah and I had originally planned on crashing at Ainsley's, but my head was spinning so hard from everything that had happened that I barely drank a thing. Foreseeing an increasingly drunk Sarah waking up the next morning with makeup gluing her eyes shut and a raging case of dry mouth, I pulled her aside at about 2 and suggested we leave.

Half an hour and many drunken strangle-hugs later, we said our final goodbyes and made our way to the car. We had a decent drive ahead of us, seeing as we lived just outside of the city.

Sarah settled into her seat and sighed sleepily. I looked over at her angelic face and felt a rush of tenderness. I reached over and rubbed her knee in soothing circles. She lazily rolled her head towards me and smiled, her eyes barely open.

"That was a fun night," she said as she burrowed into the seat.

"Yeah, it was a good time," I replied. Images of the night ran through my head and I willed myself not to focus in on any of them.

Sarah's eyes wandered out the window and she seemed to drift off into thought. I kept my eyes on the road, trying just to concentrate on driving.

Suddenly, Sarah pivoted towards me and said, "Oh my God,  I almost forgot about what Rachel said about Allie! Isn't that nuts?"

I shrugged, reeeeaaaally not wanting to get into a discussion about this. "I guess."

"Reid, come on! You're telling me you weren't shocked?"

I had an odd feeling, almost like I would be betraying Allie by gossiping about this after I'd promised not to say anything. "I mean, yeah, I was surprised, but I dunno, I guess it's not that weird."

Sarah laughed in disbelief. "Seriously? I think that's pretty crazy."

"Well, it's not like they actually did it." I tried to subtly shift the subject. "I was more shocked by the way Rachel completely threw Allie under the bus, to be honest."

Sarah cringed, likely remembering Allie's obviously humiliated face. "Yeah, that was pretty brutal. I'm surprised Rachel would do something like that. She really doesn't seem like the type."

I shrugged one shoulder and didn't say anything. Thinking of Allie's wretched embarrassment summoned other thoughts that I was desperately trying to shove down. Namely, Allie's face, soft and vulnerable, eyes glazed with tears that she fought so hard to hold back. The feel of her in my arms, the scent of her hair. And her sweet words.

"You are a good guy."

I looked over at Sarah, who was staring out the window again. Am I, though? It sure doesn't feel like it right now.

Sarah turned back to me, an impish look lighting up her face. "So..." she said mischievously, waggling her eyebrows, "Would you ever do it? Have a foursome?"

"Of course not," I said, scoffingly. A heated flush began to creep up my neck, and I tried to hide my discomfort. But Sarah knows me too well, can read me too easily.

"Oh my God, you totally would!" She laughed, poking me in the arm.

"I would not!" I denied emphatically, but the flush crept into my face and it only made her laugh harder.

"You little sexual deviant!" She crowed, fully enjoying my discomfort.

I rolled my eyes, and kept my gaze on the road. "It's hot in the way that nasty things you see in porn are hot. Like, the idea of it is a turn on, but in reality it would be super fucking weird. I'd never actually do it."

Sarah smirked, still visibly amused. "Uh huh. Whatever you say, Reid."

I shook my head in exasperated irritation. "Remember when we were driving in silence? That was nice."

Sarah reached over the console and rested her hand on my thigh. "Oh come on, I'm only teasing." She wiggled closer, her hand stroking up and down my thigh. She leaned in, her lips almost brushing my ear. "It's okay if you're turned on by it... I think it's kind of hot, too."

The combination of her hand on my thigh, her breath on my ear, her words and the events of the night had me hard even before her hand made it all the way up and began to stroke me gently through my pants.

Sarah ran her tongue up my neck and around the inside of my ear, forcing a low moan from my throat. She giggled, enjoying her power as I strained to keep my eyes open and focus on the road. When her exploring hand found my zipper, I placed my hand over hers. "I'm going to kill us both if you don't stop," I said, my voice low and gravelly.

She urged the zipper down and murmured in a mock-innocent voice, "You're a good driver. I trust you." Her hand closed around my shaft and I braced myself, letting out a shaky breath.

By the time I pulled into our garage, I was out of my mind and half ready to explode. We had barely gotten through the door before I was pushing Sarah up against the wall and throwing her coat to the ground. I pushed her skirt up and pulled her tights and panties down. I reached down and stroked her gently, my face buried in her hair. When her hips began to buck against me, I increased my pressure until she came, clamping her legs around my hand.

I gave her a second to recover and then spun her around to face the wall, running a hand down her spine before pushing into her. I rocked my hips gently against her, keeping a rigid lock on my control. I reached around and strummed her clit, sucking on the base of her neck. She stiffened and cried out, her nails clawing at the wall as she came hard. I felt her tighten around me and finally let go, driving into her hard and deep until I exploded inside of her.

I rested against her back for a moment, before pushing her hair to the side and pressing a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. I gently eased out of her and pulled her back against me. We made our way to bed, where Sarah immediately curled up contentedly against me, and fell asleep.

I laid there, staring at the ceiling. My thoughts kept pulling in the direction of the one thing I didn't want to think about. I looked down at Sarah, sleeping peacefully beside me, and a pang of guilt tore through my chest. I knew whose face had flashed through my mind right before I came, and it sure as hell wasn't my wife's.