Partners

Acoustic Memory

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AN: So yes, I am currently reworking Partners (again) This time my plans include actually adding some extra content that wasn't there before, as well as fixing a lot of my types and grammar issues. For those fans of mine that have wanted to see more of my work, I'm sorry for taking so long getting to this point. For fans of Partners, this is for you! Also I'll be posting word counts, both the original and the reworked versions!

Prev. Chapter Word Count: 3,690

New Chapter Word Count: 4,983

Chapter 7 :: Boyfriend

It wasn't until almost noon that I fully woke up. I was exhausted from the compilation of all of yesterday's events and my bed was very much loving me right now. I snuggled closer to the warm body next to me, still not ready to open my eyes yet. It was nice to spend a few minutes pretending this was still a dream. While I wanted it very much to be real, if I was dreaming then I had never seen Sieg and Elie together, and had never been betrayed by her knowingly. I was still slightly heartbroken, but not in the lost-someone-I-love way… I was heartbroken in the why-couldn't-she-just-tell-me way. Wouldn't it have been easier just to tell me she needed more and couldn't be with me? That she had found someone else? Now I struggled to even see myself being friends with her in the future after this. That had been a blow way too far below the belt for me to ever try again.

It wasn't one of those 'mornings after' that you see in movies after some traumatic event had happened; I didn't wake up, screaming that there was some random guy in my bed and wondering what the hell I had done with him at the top of my lungs. I knew very well whose sculpted abs my hand was caressing (which eventually became a natural habit to me every morning), and I knew even better what we had done that night… five almost-consecutive times. I had the soreness to prove it, and we hadn't slept more than 30 minutes between each session… I was just waking up from a nap technically.

"Why exactly are you petting my stomach?" I smiled at the mostly amused tone in his voice, kissing Lucia's collar bone. He chuckled lightly, rubbing the small of my back. I was half on top of him with my right leg draped across his waist, one hand on his stomach, and my head on his shoulder. He had one arm around me, his hand on my back. I don't think I could have been more comfortable than what I was at that moment, despite the fact that I was sore in many places. I figured that a hot shower would completely clear that up though, if I was lucky. The bed was so warm and comfortable with him in it. I didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable sharing my bed with him, despite my usual need to move and roll around to get comfortable.

"It's fun, you should try it some time!" I joked, looking up at him innocently. I couldn't keep my hands off of him, and even though I know he knew it, I didn't want to say it out loud. This was an entirely new ball game for me. He was my first, although I'm not sure whether he had figured that out yet or not. I hadn't exactly mentioned it. He shook his head at me with a smirk. Before it was a smirk I would have wanted to beat the shit out of him for, but now that I knew him better I saw less arrogance and malice in it. I suppose that it was his trademark smirk, and I was already starting to think that I could get used to it over time. This was assuming that we would actually be 'dating' and not just having sex all the time, though I was fine with that alternative too.

"I'll get right on it, because you know, it's perfectly normal for a guy to lay in bed and pet his own stomach" he rolled his eyes, pushing me off of him gently and sitting up. I stretched, basking in the warm sun that was pouring through the window. I could have stayed in bed all day like this and would have been none the worse for it. I loved my bedroom as much as the next person did, but something about this morning made it different. Oh yeah, that's right. I had Lucia Raregroove in my bed.

"AH!" I yelled as he threw himself onto me, attacking my neck and chest with kisses and love bites. I pushed his head away, though he was stubborn and continued on with his current amusement. I supposed it was some sort of revenge for the petting of his stomach or something. As much as it startled me, I couldn't help but giggle and enjoy it a bit. He was very good with his mouth, in many aspects. "What the hell, Lucia? What's this for?"

"You're just so sexy, I couldn't resist," he murmured, resting his head on my chest and looking up at me with a lazy grin. We lay like this for a bit, just enjoyin rest of my life like this and would have never complained… well at least until I got hungry. All the pain and sorrow from yesterday seemed to be gone. All I could think about was Lucia. "Are we actually going to get out of bed, or just sleep until tomorrow?"

I grimaced. If I chose the second choice, there'd be no actual 'sleep' involved. He seemed to be unable to keep his hands off of me, and I admit I was just as bad; I had a very hard time not touching some part of him or having him touch some part of me. I was more than enjoying the ample attention I was getting, though deep down I was wondering what really attracted him to me, and vice versa. We did have a few things in common (for example, we both seemed to like having sex… especially with each other), but other than those few things we were completely different people.

"I need to take a shower, and I think there are some things I need to get done… Laundry, for example," I sighed, knowing very well that I had just done laundry Thursday night. There was something at the back of my mind though, something I had to do that I couldn't remember at the moment. I wasn't sure if it was important or not, but it was something that had been planned for weeks, and something I had gotten of of work for. I blamed all forgetfulness on Lucia; he seemed to make me able to forget many things, not that I didn't enjoy it. I knew deep down that I was just a generally forgetful person; it wasn't the first time I forgot something important in my life.

"Shower, huh?" he rolled off of me. There was a small grin on his face, as if he was trying to hide it. "Mind if I join you?"

I sat up, watching him get off the bed and collect his clothes. "Of course I mind!" I said, throwing the covers off of me. He turned and looked at me, slightly confused and hurt by my outraged tone. His frown lightened up when he saw the silly grin on my face. Now I wasn't the type for silly romantic things like kissing in the shower or the rain, or all the things I had seen in the movies Elie had dragged me to while we were dating, but I was genuinely curious if it was half as wonderful as they painted it in the shows."I'd be really disappointed if I didn't get to have a make out session with you in the shower!"

He grinned back, coming over to my side of the bed and giving me a kiss on the lips. Every kiss was passionate with him, and I enjoyed every single one we shared, even though this was probably our 200th kiss in the past 24 hours. I didn't see myself getting bored with kissing him. "Trust me, making out doesn't even cover what I had in mind for us in the shower," he ruffled my hair affectionately. I nearly went into cardiac arrest when I thought of all the things we could do in the shower. I grabbed his hand without warning, tugging him up the hall to the bathroom. He laughed, pulling me close to him after the door was shut. I initiated the kiss this time. He had done some completely mind-blowing things to me last night, and I fully intended to pay him back. After all, sis always taught me that any time someone give you something, you should give them something in return, no matter how big or small. It was the right thing to do.

Of course, like almost all plans of mine, it didn't quite work out the way I wanted. By some miracle, between the kissing and the groping we were doing, we managed to get the water on (after all, what fun would sex be in the shower if we didn't get wet?) Before I really had time to comprehend what he was doing, he had lifted me up by my waist, my feet only a few inches off the ground, and carried me into the shower. He had me pinned to the wall of the shower with his entire body, except for the arm that reached back to close the shower door. Lucia looked so tempting with water dripping down his face and chest.

Again, he lifted me up, only this time her wrapped my legs around him. I moaned, grinding up against him. He smirked, nipping at my shoulder a bit. "So impatient! Who'd have known you'd be so sex-crazy?"

"Only for you," I copied his smirk, though not with the same effect, grinding against him again, tortuously slow this time. I wanted him so badly. He

"Yeah, yeah, I got your point the first time you did that," he rolled his eyes, slowly pushing into me. I threw my head back, cringing when I banged it against the tile wall. Lucia stifled his laughter against my shoulder, though I could feel the vibration of his chest against mine. It felt almost like a cat purring, though I suppose some might compare Lucia to some type of cat, particularly a tiger or lion… or a cheetah, considering he was such a fast runner the last time I checked.

I slapped him on the back of his head, though I just ended up adding to my pain as he had such a hard head. "Not funny," I growled out, grinding down on him. He groaned, pulling part-way out of me.

"It was fucking hilarious and you know it," he replied, suddenly thrusting deep into me. I didn't dignify him with a response (more like I couldn't form coherent words at that exact moment), instead running my tongue around his earlobe. He shuddered, his pace halting for a few seconds.

It was one of the two weak spots I had discovered that night and had taken advantage of many times since then. He had only discovered one of my sensitive spots (not to say he hadn't been searching very hard for the others); my inner thigh. His right hand rested on my leg, caressing my inner thigh with his thumb. The other hand was supporting me so I didn't slide down the wall.

It was extremely ironic; showers were meant to be used to clean you off, yet they could be used for something so erotic and 'dirty'. Of course, this wasn't to say I was going to make any complaints about it; I was quite enjoying myself as he moved in and out of me.

"L-lucia!" I cried out softly as every body in my muscle tensed and I came all over the stomach I had been caressing earlier. I felt him follow me, his face buried in my hair to quiet his moans. I sighed contently, playing with a lock of his hair and wrapping my arms and legs tighter around him. "I wish we could just stay like this forever…"

"I don't think my legs would last that long, love…" he replied, untangling me from him and pulling out of me. The loss of contact made me whimper a little, a noise that was quickly cut off by his lips. He held me until he thought I was stable enough to stand on my own two legs (not that I was weak or anything… *cough cough*)

"Well, not in the shower, stupid… You know, just entwined together forever, never having to worry about work or school… or a stupid wedding I just remembered I have a tuxedo fitting for this evening…" I groaned, hitting my forehead against the wall as I remembered what exactly it was that I had to do today. This meant I would have a run-in with Sieg, most likely. While it's true I wasn't going to die of heartbreak from what I saw between him and Elie last night, it didn't make me any less pissed at either of them. That's exactly what it was now. I was hurt, yes, but more than anything I was angry at them. Especially Elie. She should have just told me. I would have taken it a lot better if she had just ended things with me before going and fucking around with Sieg. I knew I couldn't give her what she wanted, I never denied that. No matter how many times I tried, I couldn't bring myself to have sex with her… yet so easily had I fallen into Lucia's arms for physical comfort. I was understanding myself more and more as the day went by.

Lucia shook his head. "You, in a tux? That is something I'd pay to see," he said, slicking his wet hair back.

"Ugh, if I had my choice, I wouldn't even be in the stupid wedding," I grabbed the shampoo with a little more force than necessary. "Unfortunately it would have been death by the hands for my sister, which doesn't sound too fun at all."

"You're sister's the one getting married, I presume?" he took the poor bottle from my hand; had it been a person it would have been turning blue from how hard I was gripping it. I glanced at him sheepishly, mentally apologizing to the bottle. Sure, I felt stupid about it, but it made me feel better in a way… Unfortunately nothing made me feel particularly better about Catt's wedding. It wasn't something I could change or convince her to change. No matter how many times I had told her I thought she was rushing into it, she just brushed me off and told me that her and Shuda loved each other very much, and that I just didn't understand. I knew she didn't think I was stupid, just naive, and I could freely admit to not understanding why she wanted to spend the rest of her life with the red head. Deep down I did feel for Shuda. I had lived with her my entire life and I knew how… Catt she could be. She was possessive and over protective, and some times a bit selfish… She was my sister though. She loved me and I loved her and we had gotten through the hardest parts of our lives together. I had every right to feel protective over her after the slew of stupid boyfriends she had picked out over the years.

"Yeah… I don't exactly approve of the guy, and he's Sieg Hart's best friend… but he and Catt have been dating for over five years now, and I do pity the poor bastard. We're positive the only real reason that he asked her to marry him now was because she held a shot gun to his head and said that if he didn't he was dead… Because he honestly doesn't want to get married yet. While I'd prefer him never to marry her at all, at least he's trying to be sensible about it… She's just going full steam ahead with everything… The wedding's four weeks away now, and they just got engaged a few months ago."

"Well waiting five years… I'm sure she probably had everything pretty much planned out before now. And if she held a shot gun to his head, then she probably had everything set in stone. All she needed was an engagement ring and it was set!" Lucia said, pouring some shampoo in his hand and lathering it up in my hair. I normally didn't like having my hair washed for me, but his nails against my scalp was kind of soothing, especially since I was so wound up now about the wedding. I chuckled.

"I guess we never thought of it like that… And I was wondering how the hell she had managed to get a caterer and band on such short notice… Of course, I guess it helps when the band members are good friends of your little brother and are deathly afraid of you," I said, grinning as I remembered when Catt had 'begged' Musica and the boys to play for the wedding. In other words she offered them free food and beer and a list of her girlfriends that were single and looking. It was all it really took to convince them. They didn't care that if they said no they would be castrated… they just wanted the free stuff.

"Is your sister really that violent?" he raised an eyebrow, looking at me incredulously. I nodded with a solemn look on my face. He gagged for a minute before trying to make it look like he wasn't afraid at all. He had never met Catt before, so he didn't know that she was just as sweet. "That's… great… I'm starting to wonder what I'm getting myself into by sleeping with you…"

I laughed, kissing the inside of his wrist. "Don't worry, we just… won't tell her any time until after the wedding," I told him. Right now she was under major stress, so finding out her brother was sleeping with a guy would probably induce the apocalypse upon all of us. Lucia nodded his agreement, his eyes still wide. I could see that he was trying to imagine what Catt was like. "No really, she can be really sweet, but you never what to catch her under a lot of stress or get on her bad side. I mean, you're already in pretty deep shit just because you're sleeping with her little brother. She's pretty protective over me. We've always been there for each other, and it's hard on her when anything takes my time and attention away from her… I mean, yeah she fully encouraged me to date Elie back in high school, but once we actually started, it was a completely different story. I swear every time I went out on a date she had to interrogate me on every aspect of the date before AND after."

I kind of choked; this was my first real time mentioning Elie and my relationship since last night, at least aloud. While I convinced myself last night that I was angry, not sad, I couldn't help but feel a bit bitter hearing her name out loud. I was so conflicted in my own mind, I really didn't know what I was feeling anymore. There were so many new emotions. I had never been betrayed like this before, and I had never been so in love with someone before, like I was with Lucia. He looked at me with a bit of concern in his eyes. "Are you ever going to tell what happened last night to get you so upset?" he asked softly, turning me around so that he could rinse my hair. I sighed as the water washed over my back.

"I went to go turn in our papers last night, like I said I would after work," I started, closing my eyes and letting the water wash over my face as well for a moment. All the feelings I had felt when I had opened that door came rushing back. "I… I probably should have knocked first, but I figured that he probably wasn't even in there and I was just going to leave the papers on his desk… but…"

Lucia tilted my head forward so he could look me in the eye. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to…" he said softly, kissing the tip of my nose. He seemed genuinely curious, yet he obviously didn't want to hear the sadness in my voice anymore. He deserved to know though. "I just want to know what's hurting you… so I can pulverize it with my awesome mind powers!"

I laughed at his last comment. "It's not worth it, really it isn't. After all… I was trying to figure out how to end the relationship anyways. I never really was that into her, and now I know that she wasn't really into me at all. I just have to figure out how to tell her what I saw and that it's okay and it's over. I've never been in this situation before, or anything remotely similar."

"Even though it's really not okay?" he asked, cocking his head to the side, looking at me like I was trying to be some sort of self-sacrificing savior or something like that.

"What she did wasn't right, that much is true. But it's alright because if I hadn't walked in on that and realized that it was already over between me and her, I wouldn't be standing here in this shower with you," I explained to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my forehead against his chest. He sighed, wrapping his arms around me, though his hands rested on my ass (because he's a pervert like that). "I could never betray someone like she did to me… but I guess I knew it was coming sooner or later, just not like this. I thought we were better friends that that. I guess I was wrong."

"You're so forgiving… You find any excuse, whether it's legit or not, to just forget the wrongs other people have done unto you… You're like an angel. You should hate me for what an ass I was to you back in high school, yet I save your life and suddenly I'm forgiven of my every sin!" he said, a mixture of awe and exasperation in his voice. "I used to get so annoyed at you for shit like that. People would make fun of you and be so cruel to you for the stupid reason of you not dating a girl until senior year, yet it was like you would completely forget about it as soon as it happened. You were always so kind and it made me what to shake some sense into you… And this, of course, is between wanting to fuck you and wanting those idiots to be right."

I looked up at him, extremely touched by this confession. I knew he was right; hell, I should have been insulted for him telling me he wanted to shake some sense into me for being so kind to others, but I couldn't even bring myself to glare at him playfully for it. I knew he was revealing a part of him that he probably would never reveal to anyone else. Besides, kind was all I knew how to be. My sister might have been sort of a bitch her entire life, but she had raised me well in the absence of reliable parents that weren't sick or traveling. That's part of the reason why I had agreed to be a part of her wedding as a matter of fact. Even though she had controlled my life for so long, and some days I felt like this was another way of keeping the reigns on me for a short period of time, I knew I owed her for raising me the right way. I smiled up at him. "I'm forgiving because if I kept every grudge inside of me without a VERY good reason, I would waste my life not getting to know people who are actually pretty decent… People like you, for example. Up until recently I never would have bothered. I didn't just forgive you just because you saved me… That would be a really superficial reason to forgive four and a half years of arguments and competition that never ended very well for either of us. I forgave you because I began to understand you a little more, and because you were nice to me when you could have just let me walk all the way home, or you could have just left me to get completely lost in the rain."

"But if I would have let you get lost in the rain, I wouldn't have had the amazing sex I had last night. It wouldn't have benefited me at all," he raised and eyebrow at smiled at me. I rolled my eyes at him. Leave it up to Lucia to bring it all back to sex.

"But what if I had never admitted to being bisexual? What if I had never mentioned fantasizing about you? You probably wouldn't have made a move on me in the first place, then we wouldn't be where we are now. You wouldn't have benefited at all from bringing me home last night either," I pointed out. He thought about that one for a minute.

"No, I probably still would have made a move on you for the simple fact I've wanted you for so long… Being that close to you would eventually have brought me to a point that I would have just thrown myself off the cliff and hoped for a best. And even if you never admitted it to me, you still would have reacted the exact same way and we'd probably still be here," he threw out his super-genius logic at me. I blinked for a moment before shaking my head. I think this was the most logical argument we had ever had, and we weren't even getting violent about it!

"No use trying to reason out the might-have-beens… we're just going to hurt ourselves with all that thinking and arguing about it," I said, starting to get tired of the conversation. It was too serious for my liking. I was tired of serious.

"My boyfriend really is some type of Angel," the blond man muttered, pulling away from me to grab the bottle of body wash. I stared at him, my mouth slightly ajar. He blinked at me and then looked at himself. "What, is something wrong? Did you suddenly realize how utterly attractive I am and how much you want me to fuck you all day long?"

"You just called me your boyfriend?" the words came out as a question, in sort of a soft squeaky voice I didn't even know I had in me. I was starting to creep myself out, but I was working more on getting through the shock of being called his boyfriend. Yeah, I had been someone's boyfriend before, but not like this. This was different than it had ever been with Elie. I wasn't using him as a cop out, and I wasn't struggling to find love for him at all. It was just there. I was in a territory I had never been in before.

"Uh, yeah…" a quizzical look crossed his face. "That's what you are… isn't it?"

I looked at my feet for a minute, not really sure what to think. "I… don't really know… I guess I figured I was more like a toy or fuck buddy or something like that," I said, looking at him a little confused. "I wasn't really sure what we are… I mean… I know what we are in a technical sense… but I didn't know how to define 'us'. Sorry… this is very new to me. Elie and I were an agreement… you and I just sort of happened."

He chuckled, pulling me into a hug. "Haru Glory, will you agree to be my boyfriend and lover… and have lots of great mind-blowing sex with me in the shower… and in bed as well," he added the last part like it wasn't really as important as me being his boyfriend or the mind-blowing shower sex.

I laughed, looking up at him. "I'll be your boyfriend, and we can have great mind-blowing sex, but there's going to have to be time limits… I don't live alone, you know… and you can't just kidnap me and randomly rape me whenever you want… and I do have physical limits, you know. Unlike you I don't have the stamina of a rabbit…" I rattled on about limitations.

Wonderful comfort sex five times in a row last night… Zero dollars.

Mind blowing sex in the shower… Zero dollars.

The look on Lucia's face when I told him that there were limits to when and where he had sex… Priceless.