I don't own any of the characters and am not making any money off of them. Ok, so I am taking a break from MVOFLF. I am trying to write a dark sex scene for the next chapter and my muse is not working. Soooo……This is just a shot in the dark of what might happen at the end of FLF when Joe realizes where Stephanie was staying while her apartment was being repaired. Not Joe friendly at all. I really have no real intention of finishing this or making it a long story like MVOFLF but who knows. There may be some smut if I add to it and I am going to try my hand at a RPOV.
Back in My Bed
Chapter 1
RPOV
She was going back to the cop. I could feel it in my bones. I felt so tired. Not just physically tired from all double shifts that I had pulling but mentally. The mental came from only one source, Stephanie, my Babe. She had been off-again with the cop and I blew it again. I had been so busy concentrating on my business and trying to get her into bed that I didn't make the move to tell her how I felt. Again.
I could still smell her on my sheets. I inhaled deeply relishing her presence. I meant it when I told her she could have closet space. What I didn't tell her is that she could have free reign. And why in the hell did I have to add the sex part to that comment. I swear, when it comes to Stephanie, I can't think straight. All I know is that I need her in my life. That is only part of the reason I told her she could keep the job. The other reason is because she is so incredibly smart and funny. I was humbled that she managed to solve the mystery of my break-ins when I couldn't. However, I wasn't surprised at all. She had the intuitions of a full-time investigator. That was only one of the few things that I loved about her. Yes, I Love Her.
How could I not love her? She is my everything. There is not another person that ever managed to crawl inside my heart the way she has, not even my daughter. What the hell am I going to do? I just let her walk out of here and back to the cop. I may never get the chance that I had during the past week. Shit for brains is what I am. I was tossing and turning trying to get comfortable….when I heard the door opening. I immediately knew who it was. Stephanie.
I heard her put her keys in the silver side dish, sigh silently and make her way to my bedroom. I held my breath wondering what had happened to make her come back. Hell, who really cares, just so long as she is back in my bed where she belongs. I waited with baited breath. I know she was deliberating whether or not to sleep on the couch or just join me in bed. She must have made her decision because I heard the zipper of her jeans and the soft swoosh sound as they landed on the chair. I felt the bed dip as she crawled into my bed.
"I thought you were moving out of my bed." I asked softly as I pulled her into my embrace. She didn't answer. Now I know something is seriously wrong when she doesn't have a swift come-back. I reached up and brushed her hair out of her face and felt wetness on her face. I started getting really concerned when she still didn't say anything. "Babe, talk to me. What happened?"
"Later, in the morning," she replied with a thick voice. I just nodded against her shoulder and cuddled her closer to me. Tonight wouldn't be a night for sexual innuendos or double entendres. Tonight would be about me showing her that I could be there for her. The thought that Joe hurt her was killing me. But, it could wait until morning. She had had a rough couple of days and tonight, I was just thankful that she was back in my bed.
It wasn't long until I heard the soft even sound of her sleeping. I felt comforted by her presence and knew that this time, I wasn't going to fuck it up. The question is how slow should I take it? I didn't want to scare her off. However, I also knew that the time for hiding behind my macho bullshit was over. Way over. I was going to have to come clean about my feelings and let her know that I absolutely did not want her to go back to the cop this time. In fact, I didn't even want her to go back to that death trap that she calls an apartment. I wanted her to stay here, in my bed, in my apartment and in my life. Feeling content with my resolution, I finally drifted off to sleep.
I started to come to consciousness feeling the warm soft body lying next to me. I was deliriously happy knowing that I was waking up with my Babe snuggled in my arms. I should have known though that my happiness wasn't going to last long. I should have questioned her more last night. I leaned up on my arm and started brushing her hair off of her face when I saw it. A dark angry bruise was on her left cheek. The anger started boiling inside me and I spoke harshly before I thought.
"What the fuck happened to your face?" I yelled. I didn't mean to yell, but it took all the control I had to keep from leaping out the bed and running to kill the cop. However, I backed off when I saw her scramble toward the top of the bed. I took several deep breaths as I saw her wild eyes filled with fear. "Babe, Stephanie, I am not going to hurt you." That seemed to calm her somewhat. Tears were already gathering in her eyes so I pulled her toward me and tried to comfort her while she lost control and sobbed hysterically.
I was going to kill him. There was no way that I could let this go unpunished. That is not an option. He hurt my Babe, and I was going to find out why and then punish him. When she had finally calmed down, I pleaded with her, "Please, Babe, tell me what happened." She took several deep breaths. I waited patiently for her to compose herself. Finally she began to tell me the tail.
"I went back to Joe's house after I left here. I missed having someone to talk to, to laugh with and cuddle with. So, I decided that I would give Joe another chance to show me that we could be together without all the yelling." She took another deep breath never looking at me while she continued to talk. "Anyway, things were going good. We were sharing pizza with Bob and watching a game. Then out of the blue, Joe asked me where I had been staying while my apartment was being repaired."
Her body shook with the emotion. I ran my hands up and down her back trying to comfort her. "I wasn't thinking. I should have just lied, but I decided that if we were going to work that I needed to be honest with him. So, I told him that I had been staying here some."
A shiver ran through her entire body. I squeezed her tight encouraging her to continue. I was trying to keep cool but my blood was boiling. "Anyway, the next thing I know he is screaming and yelling at me and calling me names. He said that I was nothing but a slut and that he always knew that you and I were screwing around behind his back. I tried to explain that nothing happened, that you were working double shifts and that we weren't ever even in the bed at the same time." By this time she was getting worked up again. I rocked her gently back and forth hoping to help her get through this.
"That just seemed to make Joe even angrier. And….then he hit me. I just ran. I ran out of the house. I didn't even have my purse or keys. So, I kept running. I couldn't go back to my parent's house looking like this. So, I just kept on till I got here." Un-fucking believable, that's over four miles in the fucking dark. Joe was so going to die. When I get my hands on him, he will be sorry that he ever touched my Babe in violence.
I just kept rocking her back and forth until I finally felt her body go lax. That's what she needed to do. She needed to sleep and get her spunk back and I had things to do before she woke back up.
I laid her gently back down one the bed and tucked the covers around her. I silently retrieved some cargos and a shirt from the closet making my way to the kitchen. Stephanie would probably sleep for another two hours since it was only six in the morning. I went to the kitchen, started the coffee pot and punched the numbers for my first call. I called Tank first and wasn't surprised when he answered after the first ring. "Sir." I ran a hand through my hair wondering how much to tell him. "Tank, I need Brown up here in about an hour. I want a tail put on Morelli. If he takes a shit, I want to know." "Yes, sir," he paused, "Ummm…. Is she ok?"
I could hear the concern in his voice, it was filled with emotion. All of my men loved her. Hell, who could blame them. "No, but she will be….and Tank thanks man." He only replied with, "Yes, sir" and disconnected. My next call went to Ella to let her know that Stephanie would be here for breakfast and that she would need Boston Cremes from the Tasty Pastry. I padded back to the bedroom to catch a few more winks before the day began. I was going to need every ounce of energy I could find to deal with this day. I pulled Stephanie back into my embrace comforted by the fact that she had come to me with her problem and that she was back in my bed. That's when the realization hit me fully that I wanted her to always be in my bed….forever. I just needed to figure out the best way to convince her. As my eyes drifted shut, I felt determined that Stephanie and I were going to get our happily ever after.