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Please don’t give up on me.
–Dix
“I’m home,” Dixie sings. The click of her sandals falls against the floor as she finds her way into the room. Her hair is braided down the middle, pigtails falling on each side of her head. Her dress is sky blue with ruffled cap sleeves.
Her breath catches, her eyes stuck on the papers surrounding me.
“You wrote to me…every day?”
Tears slip out of her eyes, tinted by her mascara, leaving little trails of gray on her cheeks. “I wanted to send themso badly. Please don’t be mad at me.”
Her lower lip wobbles. Wrapping her into my arms, my hand strokes the back of her hair, her tears probably staining my white shirt. “I wish you didn’t have to experiencehurtlike that, baby. No one should have to feel like that, ever. Especially not my Dixie girl. I’m not mad, dollface. I’m upset for you.”
She cries into my chest softly. “But, I killed the garden. And– and all of those flower bundles you sent me. It’s my fault–”
“Shh,” I coax. “It's not on you, Dix. You didn’t kill anything, love. Remember what I told you, that week of guilt is done. I’ll never be mad about it. It’s just us now, love.”
“B–but I could have–”
“Dixie,you are the garden,don’t you get it? You’re the sun that the flowers bask in, the water they drink and the air they sway in. You’re the fucking garden, you’re the Aphrodite fountain, you’re…everything. Nothing changes that. Not to me, okay?”
She sucks in, steadying herself. “Jasper, you’remygarden. I love you so much that it hurts. My soul aches for you and I can’t ever get enough of you.”
“Well good, because I have an endless supply of me, and only one person I’m willing to give any product to.”
She giggles at the ridiculously cheesy line, wiping her face with the backs of her hands. “We should get rid of them, you know? Cleanse the past, make room for the future.”
“I think that’s a great idea, dollface.”
And so before we take off on our private flight to Italy, we burn the letters, letting go of all of the bad. “We’re making room for new memories, Dixie girl. Are you excited?”
“Giddy,” she tells me, kissing the hand holding hers. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Let’s do it, dollface.”
When the takeoff evens out and the seatbelt light turns off, Dixie turns to me with a sly smile. “Are we going to fuck in the sky?”
“You asking me to induct you into the mile-high club, dollface?”
She hums, tapping her chin with her index finger. “I’m not sure I can afford the membership fees. The guy I live with, he pays all my bills. I don’t think I could convince him to front the bill for something like this.”
Dixie girl wants to play? Let’s play.
“This guy, is he your boyfriend?”
Shrugging, she says, “Sorta. Does that bother you,sir? I mean, he’s very powerful. You should probably be scared of even talking to me.”
“Sounds like you’re the one who's scared, gorgeous. I’ve got some tricks I bet your boyfriend doesn’t know. Let me show you, hm?”
Dixie breaks character for a minute to giggle before restoring her game face. “If you say so…”
As cute as this little game is, I can’t help myself from ending the play. I want her screaming my name to pop her ears when the pressure builds up. We’ll role play another time.
“I bet your boyfriend doesn’t fuck your ass, does he?”
Her eyes bug out in the cutest display of alarm. Dixie is not into backdoor activities and I’m too in love with her pussy to care about it. Maybe one day, but I won’t push.
“Woah,party foul,” she pouts. “You are just not for me, Mr. Plane guy.” She gets up, spinning around in a circle quickly, her white skirt revealing her lack of panties. I swear she wears them less than any other human. “Oh my gosh, Jasper! It’s so good you’re here! I need your big fat cock.Pretty please.”
