Author's Notes: Con was fun. Now I have to find a place to live when classes start. Apparently the guaranteed housing isn't actually guaranteed. I can't help thinking I chose the wrong school.
14
I was clean now, and had pulled on my pajamas, but left my shirt unbuttoned. My hair dripped over my shoulders, chilly. Fingers stroked over the scar on my stomach as I stared into my reflected face, trying to figure out if what I thought I wanted was what I really needed, if I could possibly handle doing this all over again. Could I survive love a second time?
I only knew that I wanted it and that I was terrified. I knew that if I stayed in here much longer Gojyo was going to check if I'd slipped out through the window. I knew that I didn't want things to happen in here, where it was bound to be uncomfortable for everyone involved.
I sighed and set my glasses by the sink, brushed my hair out of my face and scrubbed a toothbrush in my mouth. No point in tasting like the last thing I'd had in my mouth, and there was no telling where that boy's arm had been before I'd pulled it off. I spat until my teeth were no longer pink, turned off the tap and came out of the bathroom.
He was waiting for me in the couch, reading, a cigarette between his lips. He looked up when he heard me, and slipped a mark into his book before getting to his feet.
"Look, Kai…I'm sorry about the past two weeks. You're right, things've been pretty wild and-"
"Oh shut up and come to bed already, Gojyo," I muttered, turning into my bedroom. He stood there, blinking. He'd spent the past months on the couch, this would be the first time I'd ever invited him to bed with me. I wondered if he was as nervous as I was.
I turned to peer at him over my shoulder, my eyebrow cocked. He didn't look nervous, but confused, as if he'd expected to be the one initiating things. Funny, how he got that idea.
"Well?" There was a hint of confidence in my voice. I knew he was going to follow me, there was nothing for me to worry about on that front. He started forward, climbed over the couch and slammed the bedroom door closed behind him.
I surged forward, pressing him back against the door, tilting my head up to meet his kiss as my fingers slipped over his chest. They bumbled over bandages, gently explored the warmth of bruises, then moved up, up, into his hair, still caked and tangled with dirt and gore. I split his lips with my tongue and heard him moan, his hands slid under my shirt and down my back. I knew where they were heading and pulled away with a warning look.
"Let's get one thing straight…" I growled, pulling him away from the wall and shoving him down onto my bed. He seemed to take too much joy in ruffling the neatly-made sheets, and smirked up at me when I climbed after him and pressed a thigh between his legs.
"…I'm on top."
Fin Chapter 14
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