Underrated Cuddles
Roy stayed quiet for a long time after that. I got out of the bath first, to let him get cleaned up. I flipped the covers back off the bed, and dove right in. I couldn't even be bothered to change into any kind of clothes, and I threw the towel on to a lone chair in the corner of the room, before pulling the quilt back up over me, so I could sulk.
I don't know what I was sulking for... I guess it's just a British thing.. I had to laugh at that. I always laughed a little when I heard the word, 'British'.
Once I went to America, to visit some of dad's cousins who lived there. I must have been 17, and I had my uniform on, because my dad insisted in showing me off to his cousins. We walked down the street, when I bumped into this girl, completely by accident. She shouted at me for not looking where I was going, even though I apologized a million times. She then said if I was in the army, I should know where I was going, when she replied, I should go back to Canada. That lost me. I asked her why I should go back to Canada and she said her history teacher had told her British people were from Canada. I laughed so hard I cried. She got mad and eventually, after I'd done laughing, corrected her, which only made her more mad. But it made her go away at least.
I thrust my face into my pillow, and continued to sulk, until I fell asleep... accidentally, of course.
I woke up after I felt someone else climb into bed next to me.
They were hot and wet and naked. Being half asleep, and lacking clothes myself, I had a mini heart attack. I had no idea who it was at the time, and I tensed up, breathing like I'd run a marathon. At first, I thought it was Michael, until I remembered that he'd been killed in Holland.
"Ti amo." the person breathed into my ear, lovingly. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. It was Roy.
"Ti amo... you scared me to death."
"I thought so... I could feel you tense."
"I could say the same about you, but I think your reaction is intentional." I smirked, turning around in his arms, feeling the heat radiate from all over him.
"Maybe..."
He bit my ear, and just like last time, it was totally unexpected. He moved so that now he was looking down at me, while we were chest to chest.
Finally, we had our time alone. We spent 24 hours in my room, making love... with a few breaks of course. I mean, I think he's batman, (I have a long term dislike of Superman) don't get me wrong, but there's only so much you can do without a break.
For a while, I forgot about everything. All my worries had vanished in the time I spent with Roy. Someone could have said to me Michael had done a Jesus and come back to life, and I honestly wouldn't have cared. I had waited forever, to be with Roy. I'd spent my life as a little girl, wishing for my Prince Charming and when I was older, I desperately prayed that the good Lord would send me someone who would love me the way I wanted and deserved to be loved. I'd been with Michael since I was 16, and by the time I was 19, when I got to Toccoa, I was on the brink. Finding Roy, felt like my prayers had been answered. He was my miracle and I was beyond grateful for my Heaven sent man.
I woke up the next morning, naked as the day I was born, almost forgetting that I had been with Roy all day and night. Which is when I noticed he was missing. My heart sank, thinking he'd left, until I heard the water running in the shower. After a few minutes, I'd grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around me, as the water shut off, and Roy emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Ciao." He grinned.
"You remembered!" I smiled back. He nodded, but winced as he hugged me good morning. "What's the matter?"
"Look at what you've done to my back..." he told me, turning around.
I gasped and blushed bright red as he turned around. There were deep waterfall scratches all the way down his back. They were bright red, some with little flecks of blood.
"Oh shit... I'm sorry..." I apologized, looking at my bare feet.
"It was worth it." he smiled, kissing me.
We made our way to the mess hall after we were both finished getting ready, and we were just in time for breakfast. The first people we ran into, were Joey, JoJo, George and Perco.
"Where the Hell were you two yesterday?" JoJo asked, taking a swig of coffee as I sat down next to him.
"You're honestly asking us that?" I replied, taking a sip of my own coffee.
JoJo raised his eyes brows at me, and then turned his attention to Roy, who simply gave him a meek smile and shrugged.
"The whole day?"
"And night."
His mouth dropped, "You gotta be shitting me!"
We shook our heads and smiled at each other across the table, like naughty school kids. We didn't mind what they thought, because at the end of the day, if you're happy, you shouldn't really care about what others say.
"Hey, maybe you won't be so angry with everyone!" Joey laughed, patting Roy on the back. He winced at the connection and so did I.
"Sorry Roy.." I muttered with a blush. He waved me off, but still looked uncomfortable.
"What's wrong with your back?" Perco asked, with his tooth brush in his mouth, as usual. Roy shrugged his jacket and shirt off, showing the guys the marks on his back.
"Holy shit... Cally I think you need to do something about your nails.." JoJo told me, staring at Roy's back.
"What nails? She bit them all off." Roy replied in my stead, and I blushed even more.
"I said I was sorry! Geeze! First you complain about not getting it, now you're complaining that you are getting it! Make up your damn mind!"
"Who said I was complaining?"
"You! Making a big thing about a few little scratches on your back. You didn't have to tell them, what with George's big mouth, everyone will know."
"Hey! I can keep a secret just fine!" George argued.
"Be quiet Sergeant!" I replied, pulling rank. This shit was about to get serious.
"And what would I have said when he hit me on the back Cally?"
"You fell out of bed?"
"I fell out of bed? Like they'd buy that..."
"I fall out of bed all the time, you should have seen the bruises I got when I fell out of my bunk bed at the base. Besides, I've had way more worse scratches than that!"
"What is your problem?" he scowled, as I stood up, looking like I was going to shoot someone.
"I'm fed up, that's what my problem is!"
I stormed out of the mess hall, burning with anger and embarrassment. He didn't have to do what he did back there, it was embarrassing enough for me between the two of us, now some of my best friends knew about it. I'm not the type of person to plaster my sex life all over the world, I'd talk about it if I wanted to and it didn't embarrass me, but the Hell with him telling everyone. Michael had already plastered him and I all over the internet, not that I knew of course. He'd degraded me and it was still getting to me.
So, I did what every moody young woman would; I stomped into my room, threw myself into my bed and didn't get back out of it for hours.
It was dark by the time someone knocked on my door. I merely grunted a reply into the mountain of pillows, curling deeper into my bed, as whoever was on the other side of the door, came in.
"Cally..."
"I'm not talking to you."
"Is it because of what I did in the mess hall."
"...Yeah." I admitted, peeking through my mass of curls and pillows. I saw a faint, sad smile.
"Cal, I didn't mean to upset you or embarrass you.."
"I'll forgive you... but I'm only going to talk about my sex life if I want to... or if I'm drunk.."
He smiled and nodded, "I promise I won't do it again."
I curled into his chest, listening to the relaxing sound of his heart beat.
"Sex is over-rated anyway... people should cuddle more."
"Yeah they should... I love you Cally.. I know I tell you all the time, but it never seems enough.."
I could feel myself glowing inside and out. I had everything I had ever wanted, wrapped up in my quilt with me.
