It seemed like all they did lately was fight about this. Fight and fight and fight until she felt like her brain was about to explode or pour out her ears, she was so frustrated. Not Glitch, though. For him, every fight was the first fight. And that was the problem, wasn't it?
"No! How could you even ask me that? That's just…wrong!" He circled the edges of the room, pacing, moving a little bit inward with each revolution. She stood in the middle, waiting. He was like a wayward planet being pulled into obedient orbit by her superior gravity. They'd done this part before, too.
Suddenly his face was inches from hers, his eyes large and pleading. "Do you understand? Why I can't, why we can't do that? Anything for you, but not that. Do you understand? Do you understand?" He was agitated, twitching. Not a glitch, though. Not yet. That came later. He was simply trying to make her understand through the sheer force of repetition. Like if he said it enough times it would suddenly, magically make sense to her. Oh, that's why you don't love me enough.
His hands came up to grip her shoulders. She watched his face grow slack, the tension leaving it. He leaned forwards, her personal gravity increasing to black hole status. He couldn't have kept away if he'd wanted to, and he obviously wanted to. (Didn't he?) His lips touched hers and she felt it again, that fire between them. Irresistible. Consuming. Painful.
Her arms came up to wrap underneath his where they still held her shoulders. She folded her hands together in the small of his back and knotted them there. He stepped forward in response, allowing her to tighten her grip.
Immediately he was all over her. His mouth grew hard on hers, demanding, giving. His hands moved down to grip her ass as he shoved her forcibly backwards into the wall. She lifted her legs up and moved them around his hips, twisting her ankles together to hold herself in place. She had him completely wrapped up now. Not that that was any different from when they weren't touching each other.
His mouth left hers and she let out a small growl of protest. He bent his head against her neck, panting forcibly. His voice trembled. "We can't do this. We need to talk…"
She frowned, her mouth a small moue of pain. "What's to talk about? I'm good enough to fuck but not good enough to marry. Got it. So let's fuck, then. At least that way we're both getting what we want."
He flinched at the harshness of her words. "That's not true! Don't you say that! It's me. I'm the one who's good enough to fuck and not good enough to marry. Maybe not even good enough to fuck, but I can't help it. When I'm around you, I just…I can't…I want you." He was too worked up now. It was coming soon. "But I shouldn't want you. You deserve better. You're so beautiful, so young."
He was breathing heavily again. His hands flexed, one on her shoulder, the other in her hair. He seemed to have completely lost control of everything below the waist, though. His hips were rocking gently against her, completely negating the force of his words. She rolled hers gently in response. He immediately fastened his lips back on her mouth and shoved her harder against the wall. He lifted a knee to hold her in place while his hands left her and went to fumble at the front of his trousers. Her hands were suddenly there, too, trying to open her own jeans. They got in each other's way, not talking anymore, focused on the goal that was two fabric thicknesses and one quick thrust away.
Suddenly, with no conscious memory of how he'd gotten there, he was inside her, moving slowly. Her pants were dangling off of one ankle, shoes still on her feet. She wondered briefly if she'd been the one to glitch this time. She honestly wasn't sure how she'd gotten her pants down. He moved again and her attention snapped back to where it belonged. She shifted her hands upward to the nape of his neck, pulling his head back to her. She kissed him fiercely, tongue moving into his mouth in a thrusting pattern mimicking the one she wanted him to use elsewhere.
His hands were underneath her shirt, one on the warm smooth plane of her back, the other gently cupping her left breast. His fingers moved to grip a little more firmly, his thumb brushing the nipple in passing. She moaned into his mouth, arching forward into him. His excitement got the better of him, then. He was suddenly slamming his hips into her roughly, without any regard for comfort or tenderness. And she was so fucking turned on, she couldn't believe it. She could feel her orgasm building inside her already.
So, of course, that's when it happened. His rhythm faltered. His body stiffened and he broke their kiss to lean backward. Two brown eyes as calm as reflecting pools gazed off into the distance, seeing something far away that might or might not even really be there. His face was still, even more so than when he was sleeping. She waited. This happened a lot. Every time, really. It was so hard for him to come without glitching. Something about the way the synapses fired, she guessed. She didn't really care. She had at first, but something about the pause and then resumption (they always resumed) caused her orgasms to be even larger and more violent than they ever had in the past. She'd never come so hard in her life as she had since they'd become lovers.
He blinked. His eyes came to rest on her face. "Hi, I'm Glitch. Do I…?" He trailed off as the exact nature of their closeness became apparent. His eyes widened. "Boy, I sure hope I know you. I…" He trailed off again. His expression sharpened. "D.G.? Did I do it again? I did, didn't I. I don't know why I can't just—" His tone was panicky, his face despairing. D.G. rolled her hips again and he stiffened in response, quieting immediately. She leaned forward and recaptured his mouth with hers. He accepted her kiss gratefully, his hips already starting to regain their rhythm as his body ignored the brief interruption his brain had imposed.
She tried to pour all her love and acceptance of him into the kiss. Her lips were firm against his, but gentle, tongue moving softly inside his mouth. She didn't care. She really didn't. No matter how much he glitched, he always came back to her. His loyalty was unwavering. She knew this constancy was the very thing that caused her so many problems with this whole marriage thing, but she had a feeling if she was persistent, she'd eventually get her way. He was too much in love with her to leave, and that's the only thing that would have really stopped it. Stopped the inevitable. He just needed to see how inevitable it really was.
As inevitable as the tide of pleasure she could feel rising again. He was thrusting even harder than before, desperately now, moving quickly toward the finish line as if afraid he might be interrupted once more. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, fists hard knots between her back and the wall. She tried to spread her legs wider while keeping her grip around him, was forced to untangle her legs and place one foot against the nearby desk to get the right angle. She heard a keening sound and was amazed to realize it was her. She hadn't even realized they'd stopped kissing.
Her head lolled back bonelessly and knocked into the wall with a loud thump. She could feel her eyes rolling into the back of her head, but she figured it didn't matter much since they were closed. His mouth was on her neck, kissing gently, the tenderness of his mouth at total odds with the force of his hips. She snaked a hand down between them to touch her clit, and that was all it took. She clenched tight as a bowstring, calling out words she couldn't quite understand, holding on to him like he was an anchor in the middle of a stormy sea. She could dimly feel him making a few final, irregular thrusts, dimly hear him moaning her name. Her knee trembled against the force of her climax, but she wasn't ready to collapse just yet. The feeling of him against her, the knowledge that right now he was totally focused and with her, was irresistible.
Slowly she came back to herself. Her eyes opened to find him staring at her. His shoulders heaved as his breathing tried to catch up. "That was…so amazing…Wow…" He embraced her tightly, then pulled back again, hands coming up to frame her face. His eyes were slightly confused. "Remind me how we got here? I remember coming to tell you lunch was ready, but the rest is a little…Huh." He glanced around, then back to her face. "Were we arguing?"
"Just a little disagreement, is all. We can talk about it again later. It'll keep. You were wrong, though."
His mouth quirked. "I was, huh? Doesn't seem like you made me suffer much for it."
She smiled back. No, Glitch. You do that on your own.