Martha had just changed into her sleeping clothes, a black tank top and a pair of white boy shorts with blue flowers on them, when someone knocked on her hotel door. It was close to midnight and she wasn't expecting anyone.

"Who is it?" She called through the door.
"Seth," he called back.

She unlocked the door and opened it.

"What do you want?" She asked.

He barged through the door, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, slammed the door shut, spun her around and pushed her up against it. She got lost in the heated moment until he kissed down her neck. She pushed his head away and looked at him.

"What the hell, Seth?" She asked.
"I want you," he said.
"We've been over this. We can't do this, and I'm not interested in a fuck buddy," she said.
"Neither am I," he smirked. "I'm interested in a girlfriend."
"Seth," she sighed.

His smirk grew wider, and he chuckled a bit.

"Have I ever lied to you?" He finally asked.
"Not that I know of," she answered.
"Then believe me now when I tell you I don't want kids either. I don't care about marriage. If you want it, you'll get it. If not, no harm done. I just want you," he said.
"But..." She tried.
"All my life I've been told to follow this lifescript. I never stopped and questioned it. I thought something was wrong with me for not wanting it. I figured I could just fake my way through it but no one can do that. You can't fake your way through having kids. They'll know you don't love them and that you never wanted them to begin with," he said. "You opened my eyes. You made me realize that it's okay and normal to feel this way. Not everyone wants children and there's nothing wrong with that. I don't want children."

She stared at him for two long seconds and then threw herself into his arms. He lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. They fell down on it, kissing and touching, holding each other close.

"I do need to ask you about your past though," he said.
"I really am over it," she assured him.
"What happened afterwards?" He asked.
"My father got full custody. He's a good man. You two will like each other," she said.
"Any contact with your mother?" He asked.
"Not since the abortion," he answered.

He ran his hand through her hair and kissed her forehead.

"We're messed up," he chuckled.
"Will that be a problem?" She asked.
"Nope," he grinned. "I got a thing for crazy chicks."
"Good, because I got a thing for crazy dudes as well," she said.

She rolled him over on his back and crawled on top of him to straddle him. She slowly grinded her crotch over his. He grabbed her ass and squeezed.

"What do you say we seal the deal the best way I can think of?" She asked.
"I like the way you think," he smirked. "And I hear you got a life long protection when it comes to sex. It's a fucking turn on."