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The next few days went by too fast for my liking. Pete and I were having fun just being together. We walked around the city when the weather was nice enough. We visited my favorite art museum, The National Gallery. I showed him my favorite Monet painting. It’s called Woman with a Parasol-Madame Monet and Son. I can stand and look at that one for hours. That was the artwork that inspired me to start painting. I always find myself trying to work color and light the way he did.

We were standing in front of Woman with a Parasol-Madame Monet and Son as I told him the story of how I discovered my love and passion for art.

“This is my absolute favorite piece of artwork in the world.” I turned my gaze from Madame Monet to look at him. He turned and looked at me and I smiled. Then I continued, “I was in middle school and we had come here as a class to visit the National Gallery. We had stopped to have lunch at the cafe over there.” I pointed out the eatery. This painting is hanging by itself on the wall next to a door leading out of the area. “As we were leaving, it caught my attention so much I just stopped and stared at it. It spoke to me. The rest of my class and my teacher all left and didn’t realize I wasn’t with them. They found me not too long after, but I didn’t even know they were gone. I was still standing right here, mesmerized by Madame Monet and her son. When I got home that night, I asked Mom if I could take an art class. She put me in one a few weeks later. This painting changed my life.”

We turned back to the painting and Pete took my hand. We stayed there for a few more minutes before leaving to look at other artworks I wanted to show him. We walked around hand in hand looking at the displays and works of art. It was a wonderful day.

“Thank you for sharing this with me. I never would have seen any of this if you hadn’t.” he said as we left the museum.

“It was my pleasure.” I said with a grin. “I’m showing you the things I love in my city. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“No, this is more than that. This is someplace and something that’s very special to you. Thank you for sharing it with me.”

I smiled realizing he was right. “You’re special to me, I wanted to share it with you.”

When it was too cold or too wet out, we stayed in my room just being together. We listened to music, talked, and just hung out. I painted and drew as we talked, and he worked on his writing. It was so comfortable. We included Andy and Ash when we went out. They accompanied us to some of the museums and around The Mall downtown. We had dinner together most nights. Cloud and Heather joined us when they could. None of us wanted the week to end.

The Sunday before the boys had to leave was a cold and stormy one. Pete and I were cloistered in my room. I was sitting in the arm chair in the corner of my bedroom with a sketchbook and some good pencils. Pete was stretched out on my bed reading my favorite book. You could hear the rain on the roof and the windows. It was a peaceful, lazy morning.

I glanced up at him and found myself staring. I flipped to a blank page in my sketchbook and started to draw what I was seeing. The way the light from the lamp, and what was filtering in through the windows behind the headboard lit him beautifully. I had to try and capture it. I was almost done when he looked up and saw me. I smiled and blushed since I got caught.

“What’re you up to?” He asked me.

“Drawing you.” I told him.

“Really? Can I see?”

“Mmmhmm” I hummed as I nodded my head.

He put the book down and scooted to the corner of the bed closest to the chair. I turned my book around and showed him.

He studied it for a moment and then said, “I like it. What’re you gonna do with it?” He asked.

“Keep it. I’ll have it to look at when I’m missing you.” I said without thinking.

“I’m gonna miss you too. I don’t know when I’m going to get to see you again.”

“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you want as often as you want. But I know that’s not how this is gonna work.” I sighed. “Three thousand miles is a long way to be from your sweetie. I know this isn’t going to be easy, but I believe it’ll be worth it.”

We were quiet for a bit as we both thought about what I had just said and the giant pink elephant in the room. We had just been enjoying the moment. We hadn’t talked about the future.

“Do you really think we can make this work long distance?” He asked me. His eyes were begging me to reassure him.

I put the sketchbook and pencils down and scooted to the edge of the chair. I was close enough to him to reach out and take his hands in mine. “Yes I do.” I rubbed my thumbs over the back of his hands. “We’re a team now you and I. And together we can make anything work.” I told him.

He fiddled with the ring I wore on my right hand for a moment before saying, “I want this to work too. I like you so much, Sky. I don’t really know what I’m feeling, but I can tell you it’s strong. Like, scary strong.” He looked up from our hands at me. “We’ll talk everyday and figure out a way to see each other.” But he sounded so pitiful.

I had a thought and said, “You know, one of the good things about being self employed is that we can work when and where we want for the most part. When do you have to do stuff for the band again?”

“I’d have to do some double checking, but I don’t think I have to be anywhere for the band until late February. We’re taking the holidays off. We do have a tour starting in March. I’ll be overseas for six weeks. But, I think other than obligations to family, Mom really, I’m free most of the next few months. I do need to be in L.A. for some things in January. I don’t think I could get back here for more than a few days.” He smiled sadly at me when he said that.

“I have some projects that I have to complete by the end of the year. But I think I’ll be free by Christmas. Maybe I can go see you in L.A.? We could spend New Year’s together. I’ll have to come back here by the end of January. I have some work commitments that I'll have to travel for in February. What do you think?”

“Tell me when you want to come out and I'll make the arrangements.” He was quick to offer.

“No. You arranged to come here and see me, I’ll make arrangements to go to you. That’s only fair.” I told him with a smile.

“I don’t mind taking care of that. I just want to see you and spend time with you. I’ll pay whatever price I need to make that happen.” Pete told me.

“Peter Rabbit, you may have more money than I do, but I'm not a starving artist. I actually do pretty well for myself. I can afford to fly to California to spend time with you.” I assured him. “I don’t expect you to spend money on me like that.”

“What if I want to?” He asked.

“If you want to do something nice for me, I can't and won’t stop you. Just like you won’t be able to stop me if I want to do something for you. But, I'm not letting you pay for my travel while we’re long distance. This isn’t going to be forever, just until we can figure everything out. And I want to be with you.”

“Do you really think this will work? I’ve never had a relationship that didn’t end because I had to leave.”

I was very frank and honest with my answer, “This isn’t going to be easy. We already know that. But, I have faith in us. This, what we have, is unlike any other relationship I’ve had. I’m willing to wait for you. I have no intention of leaving because I don’t get to see you everyday. I’m trusting you with my heart, trust me with yours.”

His eyes searched mine, looking for the truth in my words. “Okay. But please don’t break my heart. I don’t think I could get over it if you did.” With that said, he put pressure on my hands, pulling me to him. I stood from the chair and moved to sit next to him. But he just pulled me into his lap. He hugged me like it was the last time he would touch me.

I held him as fiercely and as tightly as he held me. “Would your mom really be that angry with you if you didn’t make it home for Thanksgiving? Mom would be thrilled if I brought you home.”

Pete just laughed and said, “I’m sure she would get over it. But she would be pissed.”

“Better to keep her happy for now. Mom out ranks the new girlfriend.” I said with a smile, “Someday, I hope to meet her so keeping on her good side might be the smart move.” and then I kissed him.

He was in need of my reassurance and my affection. I kissed him deeply and with a heat that surprised even me. I stood up, pulling him up with me. Without a word, I kissed him softly, just brushing his lips with mine. Then I did it again and again. Soft, sweet, loving. I pulled back from him after I could tell he was getting worked up and slowly pulled his tee shirt off him.

He started to reciprocate my attention, but I stopped him wordlessly by just taking the hand he had lifted and holding it. I leaned in and started to kiss his neck, just behind his left ear. I got a low moan from him at this. I moved my mouth to his twisted thorns tattoo and traced it from one side to the other with my mouth, lips, tongue and teeth. Stopping to give his Adam Apple and the hollow of his throat some attention. By this time I had both of his hands held down to his side.

I moved back to his neck on the opposite side to the one I started on. He was doing his best to stay still and let me do what I wanted. I gave him one more kiss on the lips and then with the grace of a dancer, I lowered myself to my knees. Once I was face to navel with him I started to lick and kiss his bat skull tattoo.

“Sky…?”

I looked up at him and said, “Just let me do what I want Peter Rabbit.”

His only response to that was a nod.

I let go of his hands and unbuckled his belt. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulled them down letting them pool at his feet. His erection was visible through his boxer-briefs. I rubbed my hand over him. I held his hips with both hands and using only my mouth, I gently bit down on his member through his shorts. Then I hummed. I got a throaty moan in response. I let go of his hips and pulled his boxers down as well.

I looked up at him and said, “Sit.”

He did so without any hesitation, kicking off his pants as he did. He was on the edge of the bed, I was on the floor between his legs. I ran my hands up his thighs as I gave him a wicked smile. Licking my lips, I reached out and held the base of his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. I flattened my tongue against the underside of his cock and starting at the bottom I licked up to the tip. I swirled my tongue around the head and explored the sensitive slit with the tip of my tongue. Pete moved one hand to my hair, gripping and tugging lightly.

I moved off the tip and slowly took his full length in. I stopped once I had all of him. Sucking in my cheeks, I moved back up stopping just behind the head. I bit down just enough for him to feel it and then took all of him again. I did that a few times before I pushed my tongue against the underside of his cock, I took a deep breath and growled deep in my throat sending the vibrations up through my throat and tongue into his cock. He had both hands in my hair when I did that. I felt him grip tight at that.

“Fuck!” He moaned. My only response was to repeat my actions.

I wanted to take my time and really let him enjoy the blow job. But it didn’t take very long for him to reach his climax. He held my head still as he went ridge and came hard. I didn’t let up with the suction until I had milked every drop out of him. Swallowing what he had given me I got up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

I smiled at him. He was on his back, naked, flushed and sweaty. His look of contentment was worth every second of what I had just done. I enjoyed it too. Giving him pleasure was almost as good as cumming myself.

I crawled up next to him and held him close as he turned to me and wrapped his arms around me. I ran my fingers through his hair rubbing the back of his head. I knew how much he liked that.

Pete took some time to come down from that orgasm high. Once he was coherent enough to speak he asked, “Where the hell did you learn that?”

I chuckled and said, “You probably won’t believe me. But I’ve never done that before. Well, the growling part. My friend Gavin told me about it. I’ve been wanting to try it. This was the first chance I had. Did you like it?”

“Fuck, that was best blow job I’ve ever had.” He said. “Thank you.”

I had to laugh at the thank you. “You are very welcome. I had fun too.”

“But not as much fun as I did.” He kissed me deeply after he said that.

“That’s ok. I’ll get mine later.” I answered once the kiss was over. “Just relax right now.”

Pete ended up falling asleep for a little while. Not a long nap, but he was so sleep deprived that any sleep he got was a good thing. I stayed on the bed cuddling with him while he slept.

As Pete napped, I was thinking about what we had been talking about. Navigating a long distance relationship was going to be difficult. I knew I wasn’t going to convince him to move here. And that for his work, L.A. was the best place for him. I could work the same here as I could there, so it would make the most sense to assume that I would be the one that would end up moving across the country if we continued with this. And I had a gut feeling, even this early into the relationship, that this would end up long term. Where it would end, I didn’t know. But I knew then that Pete was going to be in my life for a long time. Maybe even for the rest of it.