I CHOSE YOU
AN: This chapter gets pretty mature towards the end. This is a warning. Please enjoy and give feedback.
"Matt?" she answered nervously.
There was a pause as Kris' voice registered in Matt's mind. "I can't possibly imagine what you have to say to me, Kris," he shouted, his voice constantly rising. "But on second thought, I really don't care," Matt spat, abruptly hanging up the phone.
Kris heard the dial tone on the other end of the line before she got a chance to ask him for a chance to explain.
The moment that Kris Furillo put her phone away was the moment that the guilt began to set it. It was the same moment that a war began inside of her. Her mind battled over what to tell Junior, and it turned over and over the idea that she might not ever be able to return to Raintree
Shaken, she returned to the table where Junior was handing the waitress the check. He eyed her skeptically. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," she said dismissively. "You ready to get out of here?" she continued hurriedly.
"Sure…" With Junior's arm around her waist they left the small diner. "So. You wanted to talk about Raintree, didn't you?"
"No, it's fine. I mean, if they call or something then we'll talk to them, I guess," Kris rushed nervously.
"Sure…" Junior repeated, confused yet excited to drop the topic. As the two entered the car, he smiled. "What next, then?"
"Well I'm exhausted. How about we call it a day," Kris said, her mind far from him at the moment.
"Or a night," he responded suggestively. She rolled her eyes and once again searched the road, this time for somewhere to spend the night. She could not keep her mind from returning to Raintree. The guilt tormented her. She really cared about the family and the farm and continued to question her decision to leave with Junior. By now he was eyeing her.
"I know that you're not that worried about somewhere to stay tonight. You're frowning. What's on you mind?" Kris was pulled away from her thoughts.
She placed her hand on his leg and looked at him as if he was crazy, playing it off. "I have no idea what you're talking about mister. The only thing that I'm thinking about is spending the rest of my life with you," she exclaimed as she leaned over and kissed his smiling face. "There's no way that could make me worry." She locked her fingers in his reassuringly and smiled back at him.
Kris didn't know how to feel during their ride. She silently chided herself for having doubted their decision, but could not discard the Ritters from her mind. However, she promised to not worry herself tonight and to simply enjoy her time with Junior.
After a few minutes they reached a hotel. A young smiling woman waited as they approached the front desk. When he arrived, Junior drummed his thumbs anxiously against the marble, unsure of why his nerves were acting up.
"Hi, um, we need a room for one night please."
"Okay hold on Mr…"
"Davis. Kenneth Davis Jr."
"Okay, Mr. Davis," she said cheerfully as she typed rapidly on her computer. "You're in luck because we have several openings. Would you like one bed or two?"
Kris blushed as Junior turned to her, awaiting a response.
"One is fine," she responded softly, quickly glancing at Junior, then away. She grabbed his hand and he squeezed back.
The attendant smiled back at their silently laughing faces and attacked her keyboard once more. "Okay, great!" she said, enthusiastically. "You'll be staying in room 301 tonight." Junior took the key card that she handed him. "Don't be too loud, there are others on the corridor too!"
Junior laughed openly but Kris didn't find it so funny. She yanked his arm warningly and led him down the hall.
The room was huge. In fact, it was several rooms. Both Kris and Junior were surprised. Walls that ran halfway across the room separated a kitchen, a small living room, and a bedroom. A beautiful bathroom was on the far side of the bedroom.
"Junior, why did…"
"I didn't, I promise. I thought she was just going to give us a standard studio."
He couldn't complain, though. "People just love to do me favors, I guess," he gloated as he looked around proudly. Kris pushed him aside for his cockiness and walked towards the bed in the next room. Soon they had both settled their bags beside the bed and taken off their shoes.
"Well, I don't know about you but I'm exhausted," Kris said through a yawn.
"Lies." He could be such a little boy sometimes, she thought. He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently. "All lies," he whispered in her ear. Kris wanted to push him away and just sleep but she felt so safe and warm in his arms, almost as if they had missed absolutely no time together.
She pulled him onto the bed by his shirt and he quickly met her lips. She groaned quietly as his tongue moved into the bottom of her mouth.
"You'd be surprised at how tired a girl can get," she finally said as she pushed Junior off of her.
Junior did not resist but instead he laughed. "When have I ever given up that easily on you, Kris?" She couldn't help but smile because she knew the truth in his statement.
Kris lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, teasing him. "Hmm?" Junior asked, as if he really wanted an answer. Again, Kris couldn't hold back a smile. He scooted closer to her so that he was pressed up against her side. She felt his warm hand moving up her leg suggestively and his soft lips meet her neck. Everything seemed so sudden between the two of them so she wanted to make him wait, yet she knew just as well as he did that she could not; she had never been able to resist him. Junior indeed knew that just as well as she did.
Kris turned on her side to face him.
As she placed her hand on the back of his neck she pulled him in tight, smiling. Junior kissed her quickly, moving on top of her. Now he was silent. He slowly began to remove Kris' blouse, constantly breaking the kiss. She pulled him back, frustrated with him, but he instead went for her neck. She arched her back slightly and dug her head into the pillows, moaning. Kris began pulling at the buttons of his shirt: she was tired of being teased. Junior finished the job while still kissing her.
He took off her shirt and pulled down her jeans and she did the same to him. He moved his soft lips down her chest, nudging aside her bra as he removed it. After they had removed each other's underwear, Junior began kissing her over her entire body, fully enjoying the sweet taste of Kris' skin. He was only just below her belly button when he heard her mutter his name impatiently. He crawled back up, knowing he couldn't hold back any longer anyway.
Junior kissed her passionately as he entered her and she pulled away from the kiss, gasping. He moved slowly at first, but started to get faster, along with Kris' quiet whimpers. When she drew a sharp breath, he thought he was hurting her and gently asked "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"
Without speaking she threw her arms around him and pulled him in quickly. He once again began kissing her neck and Kris shut her eyes, trying to remember to breathe. She felt something so chemical, so physical towards this man and she loved him so much. In the love that they made this was apparent.
When they both reached their climax, Junior remained on top of her and kissed her softly. She gently pushed him off but continued to kiss him back. "I love you," she whispered.
He smiled. "I love you," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. The two lay together through the night; time had abandoned them. They lay there without a care in the world. Young, in love, together.
