"Stop it! Fucking stop it! Don't touch me!" I could hear the screaming in my head but I barely recognized who it was or where it was coming from. I could feel sweat dripping down the back of my neck. My eyes were firmly closed and I felt paralyzed and scared to open them.
"Franky, Franky, shh babe its okay." Her voice was soft against my cheeks. I could feel her smoothing my hair down and lightly rubbing my back, something that should have been comforting but I truly distrusted touch unless I was controlling it. I came to quickly, realizing it was Bridget and slowly I remembered I lived with her now but sleep has a strange way of bringing you to places you've been long ago whether you like it or not. It wasn't long before my smart mouth was back in its rightful place either and Bridget's face displayed how eager she was to hear it.
"Had to wake me up just to touch me hey? You know, I know we're pretty fucking hot and typically I'm up to pleasing you whenever ya fancy but I kind of need to actually be awake first! It's a little thing I like to call consent." I flashed her a quick smirk but I could tell by her facial expression that she was both relieved and concerned with me. "What?" I fained.
"Franky, we are still in the bathroom. It's 6 thirty on a Monday morning."
"W-wait why are you talking to me like there's something wrong with me. Do you think I'm fucking mental this morning? I know my girlfriend is a psych and all but..." She didn't let me finish before lifting my chin up so we met eye to eye and wiping my mouth for me. I felt my lip lift in a slow , soft tick. I quivered a bit at her touch. I was so confused at what was going on but I was not prepared to tell her that.
"You fell asleep in my lap and I didn't want to move you but my leg was going numb and I wanted to get you cleaned up. But I obviously stirred you in your dream because when I touched you you screamed at me. "
"Oh, you don't like that hey?" I winked at her trying to lighten the mood.
"Not in this context. Sorry." I felt instantly shut down. None of my usual smart-ass rhetoric seemed to work on Gidget and I think maybe that's why I like her so much, she's a challenge for me. But, I still had some serious issues with being disengaged so easily. I flicked my tongue between my teeth in a repetitive motion and looked at Bridget. She looked soft and concerned, something I was truly not used to experiencing. I felt tears pool in my eyes.
"Please take me back to bed and let me sleep awhile Gidge, I'm not ready for this day yet..."
"Of course Franky." She said helping me to my feet. My body was stinging from the position I had passed out in but at least I could feel something...
