Alright. So this is a sappy story. It's not a "read this and get your rocks off" tale. It's corny, it's romantic, it's a love story. If you're allergic to any of those words, I'm sorry. This one's not for you.
This is a work of fiction. Please don't copy it or use it without asking first.
With that said, I really hope you enjoy it.
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I was slipping my shirt over my head and heading out the window. I turned around and smiled. "I don't have the time for one more go."
He laughed. "Come here one second."
I glared at him.
He smiled. That smile that I loved. The one that could practically melt the polar ice caps. The one that always got me to do anything that he wanted.
"Please." he pleaded.
I sighed and climbed back in. "What?" I asked, trying to ask as if I was irritated. I really wasn't. He knew that already.
I walked over.
He smiled. "Closer."
I moved a little closer and smiled.
"Closer than that."
He pulled me by the waistband of my jeans to him. Our faces were practically touching. I could smell him. The smell of him made me hard instantly. It was the smell of sex. The smell of love too. The smell of what we'd just done.
He smiled. "You forgot to kiss me goodbye." he whispered softly and his breath fluttered over my face.
"Did I?" I asked innocently.
And with that, he pulled me to him. Our bodies crashed into each other. He mouth was on mine. His tongue probing my mouth. My hands roamed his taut, muscular back.
We fell back on the bed, still kissing.
When the need for air somehow seemed to overpower my need for him, I reluctantly pulled away. I looked down at him.
He smiled. "You have absolutely no self control whatsoever."
He ran his fingers through my hair. "You really have to go now?"
"And you'll call me as soon as you get home?" I loved that he worried about me.
I looked down at him and grinned. "I live ten minutes from here."
"Doesn't matter." he stated emphatically.
"Okay then." I ran my hands up his chest. "As soon as I get home, you'll be the first person I call."
He pulled my face down again to meet his. And again, our mouths met. Not a sloppy kiss this time though. Just a sweet, short one. That was all that was needed at this point anyway.
"I love you."
I smiled. As corny and sappy as it might sound, I never tired of hearing those words leave his mouth.
"I love you too." I said, my forehead touching his.
He sighed. "This is the point where you actually have to leave."
I laughed. "I just... I don't know. I never thought things would get this good. You know?"
He nodded, knowing, I knew, exactly what I meant.
I traced the scar on his chest.
He took my hand in his. "Don't even go there buddy boy."
I sighed. "It still bothers me."
"I know it does." He brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed it. "The end justified it though."
I smiled slightly. "I guess."
He cocked his eyebrows. "You guess?"
I smiled now, full on. "You know what I mean." I ran my finger up his jaw line. "I just wish that..."
"Kiss me." He said, interrupting me.
"Kiss me now."
He didn't have to ask me twice. I did what I was told.
We broke the kiss and he stared at me, smiling.
"Everything..." he said, "... happens for a reason. I really do believe that." He fixed my shirt collar. "And besides, you were worth all of it." He laughed. "I'd do anything for you." he said more sincerely.
I smiled. "You did."
He laughed again. "I did, didn't I?" He playfully pounded his bare chest. "Such a selfless person I am."
I kissed him again. There were never enough of them. Our kisses were the things that I always looked forward to more than anything. There were other things, of course. But our kisses were special, wonderful, loving. All of those words synonymous with two people madly in love.
We broke apart and I rested my head on his shoulder. I sighed. "I actually do have to go."
I could hear it rather than see it.
"I know." He pushed me up off him and snaked his way out from under me.
I kissed him one last time and walked towards the window again.
He sat up, propped against his headboard. "You can use the door now, you know."
I smiled. "I do." I gestured towards the window. "This way just holds so many more memories."
He nodded. "I like it this way. It's more romantic."
He pulled the pillow to his chest. "Make sure you call me as..."
"... Soon as I get home..." I said, interrupting him. "... I know."
I blew him a kiss. "Bye."
He caught it in his own dramatic fashion. "Bye."
My feet touched the ground outside as I finally took my eyes off of him.
I shoved my hands into my pockets as I began the quick walk to my house.
Six months ago, I'd have worn a hood or a hat or something that would hide me. Something that would shield me from somebody's eyes. I'd be so worried that someone would see me leave and wonder.
Today, I held my head proud. It didn't matter anymore what people thought. They'd still have their thoughts, I'm sure. Their opinions. And I'm sure they'd continue to share and voice them. That couldn't be helped in a town like this. But I didn't care.
That was the bottom line.
It'd taken me awhile to realize it, of course. It didn't come as some overnight realization unfortunately.
It took a lot of pain. Took a lot of tears. It took a great deal of patience. And a whole mess of courage, if I do say so myself.
The wind picked up as I walked and made me wish that I'd taken that jacket I had in my hands before I left.
I picked up my pace and rubbed my hands up and down my arms to stop the chill. It really wasn't from the wind, though.
I reached the place.
It was the place that I could avoid. There were other ways to get home, easier ways. I never used them. No matter how much I loathed this place, no matter how much it always sickened me. I always took this route.
The memories always flooded through my mind too.
The screams of pain, the cries for help. The sheer agony of having to watch the person you love going through something so very painful.
And not being able to do a damn thing about it.
The wind blew again, fast and furious. It howled and seemed to shoot right through me. It shook me out of my little reverie and I walked on.
It was over now I reminded myself. It was over now and he was safe. He was safe and he was okay. And he was mine. I smiled at that thought. I always did.
I finally reached my house, filled with a sense of relief. Relief that everything was finally over. Everything was at peace now.
I was at peace now.
It wasn't always like that though. And that was what made the here and now even sweeter.
I whistled as I walked up the pathway, uncharacteristically cheery, remembering. Remembering to never take anything for granted anymore. Remembering that good things can go bad at any moment, without any warning. Remembering that it wasn't always this good. It wasn't always this peaceful.
And that sometimes, being somebody's everything isn't all that it's cracked up to be.
That's all for now. I hope that you liked what you read so far. Let me know.