Sometimes, all you have to do is be patient. I was twenty years patient. I'd known him since we were three, developed a crush at eight, something that never went away, not even when I left the reservation that I'd called home all my life to go to college and study Nursing, but when I came back, he was different.
He looked the same, yes, but his attitude, his way of doing things, it was different. It wasn't a bad different -more of a manly, more grown up different, but I did come back when we were both twenty-two. That might have had something to do with it. He had found someone though, had a child, and although it was a bitter pill to swallow, that he didn't feel the same for me as I did for him, I swallowed that pill and threw myself into work. I wasn't one to break up families, and I never, ever would be either.
Working in Forks Community Hospital gave me the stability I needed in life. I lived to the bare minimum, putting most of my money into saving so I had something to fall back on in the case of an emergency. I loved my job, especially during my shifts that were on the paediatric ward. I loved children more than anything in the world. They brought out the best in you, no matter what mood you were in or day you'd had.
And then, I got a call at midnight on the 2nd February 2013, and quite literally, my entire life and perspective on the whole world changed.
(W*W)
My eyes squinted in the dark as I heard the ringing of my phone as it laid on the beside cabinet, charging. I squinted harder, sitting up in bed and rubbing my eyes as I answered it. My eyes found the clock on the wall with the small lights that decorated the frame. Half twelve. I grimaced, answering the call as it buzzed against my ear. "Hello?" I mumbled, reclining against my headboard as I brushed my raven black curls away from my face.
"Neveah?" An all too familiar voice croaked in my ear through the other end and I frowned, all traces and thoughts of sleep gone from my system. I sat up a little more, eyes wide open. "Paul? Is everything alright? It's like midnight." I fired off and I heard him give a sigh on the other end, clearly upset. "No. Lauren took PJ from me, said she's leaving me for another guy and that I'll never see him again if she has anything to do with it." He rushed out, his voice trembling as he did so.
I swallowed, throwing back the covers. "I'm coming over," I whispered before quickly hanging up, looking for my clothes before giving a rough shake of my head. Hell, he wouldn't care if I came over in my pyjamas or not. I pulled my converse on, hastily doing up the laces before grabbing my car keys from the countertop in the kitchen as I passed through it, the chilly winter air making my teeth chatter as I headed for my little Ford Focus, the engine purring into life as I twisted the keys in the ignition.
It didn't take long to get there, perhaps four minutes, and I hastily got out of the car, locking it behind me as I walked up to the dark house. I knocked before quietly opening the door, the sight that met my eyes almost making my heart shatter into pieces.
He was sitting on the couch in the main room, his head in his hands, a bottle of heavy alcohol on the floor beside him. I moved forwards, closing the door behind me, and I walked over, taking a seat beside him. I could feel his warmth radiating from him, and I placed a hand on his back, rubbing slow circles on the rough fabric of the shirt he was wearing. He gave a shuddering sigh and I swallowed. "What am I gonna do, Neveah?" He whispered and I sighed, leaning my head on his shoulder. "Not give up," I whispered back and he lifted his head up, dark brown eyes focussing on mine. "She said I'll never see PJ again if she has anything to do with it."
That sent red hot anger boiling through me and I shook my head. "And she doesn't have that right," I replied softly and he shrugged. "You know Lauren." He muttered. "She'll always get her own way. All she has to do is bat her eyes and she gets everything." He finished and I shook my head. "Never going to happen, Paul, but drinking tonight away won't help." I breathed, picking up the booze bottle from the floor and placing it further away from him.
He shrugged again. "Numbs some of it." He answered and I rolled my eyes, grabbing his face and turning it towards me. "Numbing it won't help," I whispered and he was silent for a moment before doing something I totally didn't and never would have expected in my wildest dreams ever. He moved forward before I could blink, his mouth moving roughly against mine.
I pushed at his shoulders, eyes wide. He moved back with a frown. I shook my head, running a hand through my hair, now uncomfortable, despite the fact I'd wanted him to do that for years, just not under these circumstances. I shook my head. "Paul, I can't, not when you're like this," I whispered and he was silent for a moment before answering back. "I just want to forget, Veah," he pleaded, and I swallowed, his warm fingers stroking over my cheeks. "Please," he whispered, and I closed my eyes, feeling his mouth seize over mine again, his thumbs brushing under my eyes.
This was wrong -he'd just been discarded like trash, something he certainly wasn't, and was being threatened that he would never see little PJ again, the fourteen month old little boy the most precious thing in his life. And yet here I was, in his living room, his mouth on mine as my hands fumbled at his shirt, his hands now slipping up inside my pyjama shirt top.
I shuddered a breath out, my eyes still shut as he pulled back, his mouth now moving down my jawline and then my throat. I gasped softly, one hand grabbing at my thigh and pulling me underneath him and placing my thigh on his hip, his hands pulling my pyjama top off. I gave a soft sigh as he moved his mouth down over my chest, dark brown eyes looking up at me before he sat up, pulling me onto his lap. He stood up, wrapping my legs around him before he headed down the corridor, his mouth on my neck as he placed kisses there.
My back hit the soft mattress of the bed and I gasped softly as I felt his full weight atop me, my hands scrabbling for his own shirt, something that quickly fell to the floor. My hands moved across his torso, his hands unclipping my bra and tossing that to the floor too. He moved his hands across my chest, a soft moan slipping from my lips. I squirmed as his mouth joined his hands, his hands then pulling my legs up around his waist. He rubbed against me, grinding his lower half around slowly into the place that burned, my mouth going ajar a little, a soft moan slipping out before I could stop it. I felt his mouth curve up as he tugged off my pyjama pants, those falling to the floor also.
"Paul," I whispered and he pulled back, his eyes unfocused as he gazed down at me. "Are you sure you still want to do this?" I asked and he was silent for a moment before he reached between us, his hands fumbling for his belt buckle. So he did still want to continue then. I reached down too, gently helping to remove his jeans. They fell to the floor with a loud metal on wood sound, his boxers joining them as he fused his mouth back to mine, his hands grabbing at my chest area as he groaned lowly into my mouth, slowly grinding his lower extremities into mine, my hands grabbing at his muscled shoulders as I gave a low moan back.
He hooked his thumbs into my panties, pushing them down my legs, and I kicked them off, knowing that we were too far gone to turn back now. I exhaled softly as he pulled back, reaching down to place himself at my no doubt weeping opening. He placed his fingers there first, the tip of one finger circling my opening, my mouth opening just a little as he did that. Warmth began to bubble in my lower abdomen, and I swallowed, his grin making me nervous. He pulled back when my legs began to shake ever so slightly, his hand going to his manhood, the sheer size making me even more nervous. I looked at him then back to the thing he was holding and then back to him. "That won't fit," I whispered and he smirked, leaning over me a little, his arms straining on either side of me as they supported his weight. "Yes it will. You'll expand with me." He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips before he reached down and took hold of himself again, rubbing it against my opening before gently pressing forward into me.
My mouth fell open slightly as out foreheads pressed together. Feeling him invading me, surging up into me with his definitely larger than average length, was painful. I'd only been with one other boy in all my twenty two years of life, and that was only a few times, and he'd never been as big as this. I grimaced, that expression soon being swallowed up as his mouth gently sealed over mine.
"Paul," I whispered, and his eyes softened, still tinged red with his sorrow, a thumb coming up to stroke at my cheek. He reared back, pulling out of me, leaving a strange emptiness, and then surged forward, filling me up to the brink. I jolted, a loud moan coming out of my mouth. He repeated the action, repetitively, and his groans sound became an attractive backing track to my moans and gasps as I began to move my hips in time with his, his pace picking up as his cock surged up into the deepest parts of me.
I could feel a warmth spreading inside of me, and I shuddered as he reached down, rubbing his finger against the little button that burned, all that pleasure increasing tenfold as I moved fluidly against him, my moans shattering the almost quietness of the room as he gave a grunt, grinding his hips into me as the wall surrounding him began to contract.
He pulled out of me, flipping me over so I was face down into the pillows, his hands finding my hips as he slid home inside me, the action making me jump as I felt him hit deeper inside me than he had done so before. It made me squeak in shock, and a little pain, his almost full weight leaning over me as he leaned over me, his arms either side of me as he moved roughly and deliciously, the action making me moan loudly, over and over again, his weight on my back immobilising me, effectively leaving me to suffer at the feeling of him hitting me at the deepest part of my cervix, each rough thrust making me quiver and shake and moan beneath him.
The speed of his strokes into me varied. He would go inhumanely fast, the speed making my mouth drop open as I was literally rendered speechless, and then, when my insides would begin to quiver uncontrollably, he would slow down, prolonging and hindering my much desired orgasm for as long as he could. I gave a high, keening, whine of displeasure and that, and he placed his mouth on my shoulder, the grin against my skin telling me he was enjoying making me wait.
"No, no, no," he teased as I began to reach that desperately longed for release, his pace slowing down again. "I'm gonna make you sore, Veah." He continued, reaching under me to rub at me, and I shrieked into the sky blue pillows, sobbing as the burn began to burn hotter than it had before. He pulled out and moved back, his mouth sealing over my opening. I shook violently and he grinned against me, his tongue pushing up into me without obstruction, moving around inside me to stroke the inside of my walls. I almost screamed as I released, feeling something gush out of me as he stroked that one place that my ex-boyfriend had never ever been able to find, no matter how hard he tried, sobbing as he pushed back up into me, his balls slapping onto me as he pounded into me without mercy, grunting in my ear as he too began to reach his high also.
I couldn't contain myself. I was still riding my high out, my hips shaking, and not from the force he was exerting as he pounded into me, over and over and over again. I could still feel myself gushing around him, soaking the bedsheets, and I wept as experienced the most ultimate pleasure overall. I gave a loud wail against the pillows, feeling him explode inside me as ne groaned, running his tongue along the crease of my throat, a responsive shudder rippling through me as I collapsed beneath him.
He gave another, more quiet groan above me before he rolled off of me, a soft thud echoing in my ears as he fell beside me, still for a moment before he twisted himself around, liquid dark chocolate brown eyes watching me as he tucked a piece of raven black hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my cheeks before he dropped them. "You good?"
I shrugged wearily. "I guess. That wasn't meant to happen, Paul," I whispered and he blinked softly. "Wasn't it?" He whispered back, his dark eyes still tinged red with his sorrow. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that," he whispered and I shook my head, a small smile on my face. "You're still drunk," I accused.
He gave me his trademark grin, and I shook my head, knowing he wouldn't remember this conversation later on in the morning, when he woke up. "Don't," I whispered softly, sitting up, reaching for my briefs and pyjama bottoms. His brows furrowed and he blinked softly. "Neveah?" He said softly and I shook my head. "Look, I need to go..." I trailed off just as his hands found my arms, pulling me back into the bed, somewhat glad that I'd managed to just pull my underwear on. I avoided his gaze and he gently grasped my chin with his thumb and forefinger. I glanced at him. "What?" I whispered.
Paul gave a grin, but a tender one, one I'd only seen him give Lauren during some of their happier times, and it scared the hell out of me. I exhaled slowly as he placed him mouth back over mine, his hands gently slipping my briefs back off and tossing them onto the floor while he slid us both back inside the duvet covers, gently sliding back inside me, my hands resting on his shoulders as he began to gently move.
(W*W)
A loud pounding on the bedroom door woke me up just after four in the morning, Paul still tangled around me like a unbearably warm jacket. He jolted awake too, narrowing his eyes towards the door. "Stay in here, let me go and deal with her." He instructed, and I sat up, watching the door with wide eyes as he stormed towards the door, tugging sweats on as he went, an irate screeching voice coming through as he opened the door and left the room, closing the door behind him. "You got a bitch already, not even twelve hours after I left your nasty ass?"
Lauren. I quickly found my clothes, pulling them on hurriedly. I wasn't going to be caught in the drama that I knew she would cause. I withheld my groan of pain as the painful ache in my nether region began to set in. I wasn't going to be walking properly for a week at least, let along go to work in the morning. I grimaced as I pulled on my pyjama bottoms, just in time for the door to be kicked in, the foaming black haired native woman that stood there zeroing in on where I stood in an instance. She began to start forward, but Paul quickly moved in-between us, managing to reach around her and pull me safely behind him so she was stood in the bedroom and I was outside of it, the door hanging off of its hinges.
Lauren was like a rabid animal. "You enjoy my sloppy seconds, Neveah? You slut, whore, dirty bitch. Bet you couldn't wait to get your hands on his discarded carcass. You look like a whore right now. Where's your car at? I'm gonna go bust it up for being a dirty whore! You just cost him seeing his son. I'm not having my son around such a whore and a woman beater! Where is that bat? I'm going to hit myself in the eye and say you did it, the both of you did it. You can kiss your jobs goodbye when I'm done with you both. PJ will never know you. Never. I'm gonna kill you!" She screeched uncontrollably, lunging for me.
Her red fingernails scratched my bare wrist, leaving an angry red mark with small beads of blood that broke the surface. I inhaled sharply, Paul pushing me further behind him as he tried to shield me from her. He knocked a switch on the wall as we passed, and I saw a blinking red light in the corner before I was knocked in the face, collapsing to the ground just as whirling lights began to flash around the room and shouts began to fill the room. Paul knelt beside me while I clutched my throbbing cheek, his eyes wide as he took in my frightened facial expression.
Chief Swan walked over, taking in both of our appearances before he clocked the flashing red light on the wall, and he merely gave a sigh.