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Seb has been away for so many weeks. His shooting schedule is crazy and we were dying to see one another. He didn’t know going into the shoot when a break would happen, but when he got wind of one he called me immediately.
“Mo, babe, can you get a couple of days off? They’re giving us a weekend, and I’m back two days after that, but we’ve been asked not to leave the city.”
It is so good to hear his voice while I am standing outside in the fresh air. The sun isn’t exactly shining but I can feel its rays now. His last words sound pouty. I know he would have preferred to come home, see his Mom and some of his friends. Get tied up again. The usual things. I smile and the person coming towards me looks shocked then smiles too.
“Sure baby, I’ve been working overtime, banking for a rainy day. My boss is begging me to leave before I burn out, he’ll have kittens that I want a few days.”
Seb laughs and I imagine his excited face in my mind. “Thank god for small favours,” he breathes over the line. He tells me all about his shoot and says he will get his people onto getting me out there. I had officially met the team when our relationship made it to seven months, as someone took a picture of us at a party and put it on Instagram. People tried to find me, but I was a blurry blob beside him so it didn’t work out well for them. I have never had a more fraught week then the one we spent doing celebrity damage control though.
I was the damage and Seb was so very sweet about the whole thing, but he was mostly not involved. I had to be vetted by the team. To be approved, I had to let them know what could ever possibly be said about me. Seb had already given them the low down on our intermittent lifestyle choices, something I found out when they asked me matter-of-factly if I was always the Domme or if I was a Switch or Submissive before. If I had any old partners who were ‘evil exes’ and or who would try to destroy me with pictures or stories. It was quite weird to talk to a room full of strangers, most of them lawyers and PR people, about that part of my life. I knew they were assessing how much damage I could do to Seb’s image. I was pretty happy no one had asked for a demonstration, of anything I might have done or currently did.
Seb was as reassuring as he could be during all of it. Telling me the entire time that it didn’t matter what they said, he wasn’t letting me go; but I worried none the less. As it happened, I was given the green light for public reveal by the cabal at the end of the week. Seb flatly refused to let them issue a press release though. He said that he had liked the picture on Instagram and that was all he intended to do about us publicly. I was glad of that as I wasn’t sure that I was ready for the press machine that surrounded him, but it was a small comfort to know I was approved for dating. We were forbidden from disclosing our personal nicknames though. No ifs ands or buts about it. I’d signed on the dotted line agreeing to it, oh so happy to put all of that behind me.
We had picked up our weird couple nicknames about a week before that picture happened. We had been doing a silly movie and make out marathon and The Addams Family was playing as we huddled together on the couch. The movie hit that scene where Morticia is lying on the bed, her eyes dramatically lit against the dark and she says, “Last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again!” to Gomez.
I broke our kiss, a huge stupid smile on my face as I mouthed the lines to Seb. His expression changed and he kissed me with a hunger I hadn’t felt from him before. He had his way with me on the couch, right there and then. It was the first time that he told me he loved me. Yes it was during sex, but it was unprompted by any declaration of my own. He repeated the sentiment time and again that night, and had started to call me Mo. I called him Go in return.
He said that he loved that too. He changed my name in his phone to Mrs. Addams and refused to let me leave him as SS in my phone. He cajoled me into making him Mr. Addams and did a happy dance for me when I showed him I had. He told me his new future goal was for us to one day check in somewhere as Mr. and Mrs. Addams.
After a few weeks we had settled into a solid acceptance of each other as Mo and Go. We even started signing our texts with M and G, it was an easy habit to fall into and since he liked his privacy and I guarded mine almost as zealously, we thought it was also a good way to ensure some level of anonymity. It also helped to keep us in mind of what we were doing. During scenes he called me M’Lady and I had take to calling him lover. Seb and Go or Mo, were our regular non play names. It was a small but important distinction for us. One that made our lives easier and our scene plays so much easier.
The regular nicknames didn’t make it to everyone. His Mom at first refused to call me anything other than my given name when Seb told her about our nicknames, but Mo had slipped into our everyday conversations; Seb and Mo, Mo and Seb. It was so easy that I knew it would stick even if I got sick of it. Someone Seb had told about our nicknames commented that they seemed kind of morbid, but for us they just seemed to fit. We were two odd ducks who’d found one another, just like the Addams’ had. Nothing morbid about that.
As I pack my things that night, I send an email to my boss outlining my potential time away; I tell him that the dates might change slightly but that the number of days I want is not going to change. As soon as I get my flight confirmed I will verify everything with him. Within minutes I get an email exclaiming finally! He is more than happy to see me go. He tells me to take a whole week, he insists. My boss is a good guy, and he appreciates my hard work. He would have given me the time away even if I didn't have it in the bank, that’s just how he is.
I have a hard time sleeping knowing that I will be seeing Seb soon. I am aching for him so deeply that I feel hollow most days. I’m not used to needing someone and I have plenty of tricks to hide it, but Seb knows I am his completely and that’s all that matters. I roll over and the phone rings. I answer with a swipe.
“You’re awake? I almost hung up. It’s late,” he mumbles.
“Just missing you Go. Can’t wait to see you again.”
“I miss you Mo. Promise you’ll be bad for me when I see you?”
“I’ll be a total nightmare lover. I’ll take you down with me just how you like,” I purr into the phone.
“Yea, you’ll leave marks won’t you?”
“Just how you like. I’ll bite you along those tendons on your neck as you come. I’ll bite your sweet ass jut to prove it’s mine.”
“It’s yours, all of me is yours. Tell me Mo,”
“I’ll make you scream my name baby. I’ll take you deep in my mouth and suck you so hard your eyes will wiggle.” He chuckles at that. He always does.
“I will. I’ll scream it so hard, so hard,” he says his breath rushing. I know he’s touching himself. I am too. Phone sex has had to do a lot lately, but there's an end in sight now.
“That’s right Go, you’re going to be ready for me. So big and wide that I can barely get you inside, but when I do you’re going to swear cuz I’m so tight and wet and hot for you. Can you feel it baby? Can you feel me over you?”
“Fuck yea. You feel so good. I can’t wait to taste you baby. I can’t wait to make you moan.” he’s panting the words and I do moan. I’m rubbing my clit so hard and fast and his voice is making me so wet. It always does. He can fuck me with words and I love it.
“Oh baby. Fuck me harder. Make me come,” I say, pressing my thighs together over my hand, feeling my orgasm starting to peak, ready to break.
“Yea baby, I’m bending you in half, hitting your clit and fucking your pussy so deep. You can’t hold back on me. Shit baby, Shit, god, fuck,” he stammers and I know he’s dropped the phone but I’m coming too calling his name and moaning as he does.
After a moment he picks the phone back up. He doesn’t put us on speaker, he doesn’t want to share and I can appreciate that. If I thought anyone was listening I wouldn’t share either. A few times I have even used a headset because Lonny had people over. This is that special to me. He is that special to me. I don’t share my Seb. He’s just breathing on the line, letting me know he’s with me.
“Sugar, you’re going to have nothing left when I get there you keep using yourself like this,” I tease and he chuckles.
“I might get some sleep now; I’m starting to think my dick thinks missing you is a competition it wants to win even if it kills me.” I chuckle with him at that.
“Sleep well lover, I’ll be there soon.”
“Goodnight baby. I love you.”
“I love you too.” I hang up the phone and turn over. I soon fall asleep.