She knew she was still struggling with relaxing the way they normally would. She knew that any moment he would say something about it, but maybe, just maybe, she could get away with it by kissing him a little more, touching him a little more and forcing herself to actively ignore the grinding stone in her stomach. She was trying her best to force her conversation with Piper from her mind. She’d tell him. She would. Just not now. His fingers tugging at her dress helped, sending a flurry of tingles throughout her body, triggers other responses before sending her memories of other moments he had pulled, tugged and ripped clothes from her skin. Yep. That did it. the grinding in her stomach coming to a halt and her body once more aflame.
She gave a little smile, the name of her son sounded sweeter than ever rolling from his tongue. She had no doubt that they would be great friends, especially after what Piper had told her about how Fletch liked to build model cars. Her son’s new favorite thing in the world being anything with an engine and anything he can ‘go fast’ in. While in LA all Colt wanted to do was ride around in the Bentley with his Uncle Gigi (Gino) and go around corners a little too fast for Lia’s liking. She really did have no doubt that they would be the best of friends— she wanted that more than anything. “I’m excited about the two of you meeting. My two boys finally together and not just snapchatting each other.” Giving a laugh as the memory flooded her thoughts, Lia kissed him softly on his cheek.
“You obviously don’t have to go clean with me. I mean, I’m obviously going to ask you not to do lines in front of my son but– I don’t mind if you wanna keep going.” She didn’t really mind, she knew Fletch when he was high and fuck did she love the things he did– but he wasn’t going to be doing those things to her around Colt. “Uh, Dad bought a house in town— Gino lives there but it’s big. Colt will have his own room and we will have our own space. Actually it’s where I’m having this afterparty if I win. It has a beautiful big tub that would be perfect for bubbles and bubbles.”
Yeah, something was off. But Fletcher was a bit high and barely tipsy so it was easy to not think much about it. Usually, when it came to Lia, Fletch was on it, making sure every aspect was addressed. He always wanted her to be comfortable and in the best possible head space. It’s how they worked together, working on the bad but always, always addressing the good. His girl practically started to shine when Fletcher made a move to be closer to her, her eyes sparkling especially when Colt’s name moved from his tongue to the space between them. Something he noticed was that Lia rarely ever called her son by his first name. It was “my boy” most of the time --which in all honestly. Fletcher understood. He had a habit of calling Lia “his girl”, though it was all in different contexts. Hell, if Fletcher was a parent, he’d probably pick up some weird thing like that too. “Hey now, I hope we still snapchat. The faceswap filter? God, hysterical.”
Fletch leaned into her lips as they grazed the skin of his cheek, the palms of his hands slipping and sliding around Lia’s arms and down to the small of her back. He couldn’t help it. He was always at a solid ten on the scale of lust when it came to her. His hands needed to touch or feel her body at all times it seemed. Mental note: be better at that when Colt is around.
“Hey lovely, I can be clean. I mean, I might take it upon myself to bless myself with a line for my birthday, but I don’t expect you to. As long as I can do it off you,” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath bouncing off her skin so that even he could feel it. “Ah, I see. I bet I could get behind it. Might need to steer clear of Gino though. I have a feeling he doesn’t particularly enjoy my company, but he seems to be fond of Pipes.”