one shots

shorty swing my way [42]

august 2004
tuesday
9:46 pm

I knocked on the bedroom door softly, causing his eyes to snap up toward me. His hard expression softened once he realized that it was me disturbing his peace.

"Hey, Honey. How is she?" I walked into the room as if I was shy.
"Fine. Still unconscious," he answered as he stood from his spot on the bed, which was next to Ashley. He approached me, placing his hands on my hips while pulling me close.

"Look, I'm sorry for the way she came at you. These last couple of months have been hard on her," he sighed as I placed my hands on his shoulders.
"What do you mean?" I asked softly, watching him lick his lips.
"Typical shit that makes relationships hard," he gave a one-shouldered shrug.

"Hm," I nodded. He didn't answer my question, but I didn't bother to interrogate him or pry into their business. I could honestly care less.
"So, what's up? Where were we?" he asked with a smirk sliding onto his face.
"We were talking about us. Remember? How you were gonna' kill me," I reminded him.

"Right. Right," he nodded while his eyes danced along my face. I started to feel self-conscious about my bruises once again, internally blaming him for making me look the way I looked. Somehow, he always ended up being the reason I didn't feel pretty.

"Honey. . . What were you and Ashley arguing about?" I asked him softly.
"I told her that I may not need her anymore," he answered truthfully.
"Why would you tell her that?" I whispered, looking at him like he was crazy. I mean— he is crazy but still.

"Because I want us to be together. . . For real this time," he nodded.

How many times have we said this only to break up?

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I simply smiled in return. "We'll be a happy family," I beamed despite my aching face.
"Yeah," his smirk easily became a smile—the same smile that I fell in love with.

My hands joined behind his neck as I gazed up into those hazel eyes that were full of admiration and satisfaction. I brought his lips toward mine and giggled softly through our kiss, standing on my tip toes so that he wouldn't have to lean down too far to kiss me.

"I love you," I mumbled against his lips as his arms wrapped me up in his embrace.
"I love you too," he muttered as my lips parted, asking for his tongue to meet mine before it even got the chance to plea for entrance.

He backed me into the wall and proceeded to harness me up, my back sliding up the wall as my legs locked around him. I glanced over his shoulder, seeing Ashley still knocked out while her body sprawled itself onto the bed.

Our kissing became very intense very quickly as his hands ran over every inch of my body and set my core ablaze while his kisses ran along my jawline and neck.

"Oh, Honey," I whimpered softly, my eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his print pressing against me. "Are you sure we should do this? Ashley's right there. She could wake up at any—"
"I don't give a fuck. Look at me, Renée. . . I'm your man. Nobody else's, baby," he stared into my eyes intensely.

"You hear me?" his authoritative voice was making me moist as I eagerly nodded. "I wanna' hear you say it."
"You're my man," I whispered as he pushed down his pants and boxers and unleashed his member.
"Say it again," he ordered before shoving all of himself into me.

An unintentionally loud squeak left my lips before my hand clasped itself over my mouth. "Wait a second, D," I winced in both pain and pleasure while my words came out muffled.
"Take your man's dick, shorty. Take it," he growled continuing to plunge into me.