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"Baby, I am so sorry," I give a lingering kiss to your forehead. "And I hate that Riley contributes to more bullshit that you don't need." I stroke your side lovingly. "I had no idea." I lay there in the dark with you, wondering what to do other than hold you, as I wrap an arm around your midsection, pulling you to me more. Given this history, I want to never let you go, and love you ever more, both because you are such a strong person, and because it takes a lot for you to let me treat you like I do when I want to have my way with you, which I sometimes need and expect, and which you do not have to give me, but you do.

"Baby, I hope you know that you are safe with me," I kiss your neck. "I will not ever let anyone do something like that to you ever again. If they do, I..." I trail off, stopping abruptly.
 
I throw my arms around you, bawling now, both from the pain of memories past and from happiness and love, crying into you, my body trembling. Never had I been so open with anyone, especially about this.
 
I calm down after a few minutes, breathing deeply and heavily, but still hold onto you fiercely, as though afraid you'd vanish. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice hoarse from the crying.
 
"I love you too, baby," I whisper back, returning the kiss. I am thankful that you took the story well, and that you loved me, and I cuddle closer to you, wanting to feel your love wash over me like a blanket.
 
You nod off, snoring lightly, until I wake you up to make love to you early the next morning, one last time before our vacation ends. We get back in town and after a couple days recovery time, you come home after class at night, and find me in my office going over some accounts.
 
"Hey, baby," I say, knocking on your office wall playfully. "Mind if I come in?" I walk over and stretch out on the couch, yawning. "I haven't slept in two nights," I growl. "Research paper is driving me up the damn wall."
 
I shake my head. "Riley showed up last night and threw a positive pregnancy test at me, and told me if I don't stay away from you, she'll file harassment charges. I told her to get the fuck off my property or I was going to file trespassing charges. She screamed at me for a few minutes before walking off into the night. I was too shaken to do anything, until I went to go drive to school and saw she had spray painted 'Slut' on my car." I growl. "Already reported it to the police and called insurance; the police said they'll view footage and all and let me know how that's going, and insurance is taking care of the cost of repainting my car." I smile. "On a happier note, Stacy cannot stop thanking me about the tips I gave her over vacation. Apparently Don's turned into a sex crazed person again."
 
"Wait," I say, in disbelief. "Run that by me again. Because, uh....why didn't you tell me any of that when it happened?"
 
"Because I've been running on three hours of sleep AND if you would check your phone, I DID tell you that I needed to talk to you ASAP, preferably within the next five minutes!" I snap. "I've been running on a steady diet of Red Bull, Starbucks, and Monster because of this fucking paper!"
 
"Whoa! I don't appreciate the attitude," I bark back. "I've got quarterly taxes due, and you might remember it's important for me to do them, so that I can save money and pay for all the nice crap you like me to do for you," I sneer. "Some of us have more to do than just make it to class, which I noticed you didn't do three mornings this week."
 
I bite my lip, half in fear and half in shock as reality sinks in of what I just said. I don't say anything more and just curl up away from you on the couch, whimpering. It was almost like I was that shy girl I was in my senior year of high school.

I hear you working, and I take deep breaths, wanting both of us to calm down before I try to make amends, and so I can be a little more clear headed. I give a soft whimper of pain.
 
"I'm sorry, Reece," I whisper from my point on the couch. "The past few days have been really stressful for me, with everything going on, and I didn't mean to snap the way I did. . . " I slowly get up and start heading for the door, feeling dejected and upset from the way I reacted. "I reacted poorly, and you're right. . ."
 
I sigh. "Why don't you just go upstairs and go to bed? I'll be up after while. You don't need to go home."
 
Nodding, I drag myself upstairs where I promptly pass out on the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers.
 
I come upstairs when my work is done and I see you passed out on the bed. "Wake up," I say in a normal, firm voice.
 
I jump awake at the sound of your voice and I sit up, wrapping my arms around my legs. "Hi," I say meekly, feeling really bad about earlier.
 
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