Before we get started...
It's been a really stressful week, and I still feel awful, but to everyone that took the time to read my fics, or even just took the time to consider, I just wanna say thank you (as always.) In stressful times like this, the support does make me feel less like a worthless pile of garbage, especially with other stuff I won't get into, but yeah. Just thought I'd say that.
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.
Now in with the chap.
Returning from her last class of the week, Blonda used her wand to open the front entrance to Libra Hall. The triplets went home for the weekend after their last classes, and Blonda looked forward to not hearing their gripes and complaints about her continued relationship with Professor Cardician. Even if she did end the relationship, would it mend the strain between her best friends?
Things went downhill when they started having such a big issue with her dating Professor Cardician. Ever since her argument with Ruby, she felt distant from them, almost like they were purposely singling her out. She and Ruby were still roommates, but their interactions reduced to simple 'hi' and 'byes' with the occasional small talk, and as far as Amethyst and Sapphire, it was the same way with them.
Cupid had a conversation with the triplets to get their side, asking why they treated Blonda like an outcast, and from what the triplets told him, all they wanted was for her to be happy, but they wanted her to be happy making better decisions than the ones she made and continued to make. Blonda didn't understand how they wanted her happiness when they rejected her happiness; they rejected Professor Cardician as her lover, they didn't want learn the man she knew him to be. All they thought of him was nothing but an older man solely after younger coo.
This situation sometimes made her want to go back to before college; the days where they didn't judge her for any decisions she made or for anything she did. Why would they start having problems with how she lived her life? She could understand being concerned, but being angry and upset with her wasn't going to motivate any change in behavior. They knew this, they've known Blonda since Spellementary! Why would they switch up now?!
Entering to students hanging out in the lounge area, Blonda almost passed the front desk when she heard her name being called. She saw the RA motion for her to come over, unsure whether she would get a lecture about playing her music too loud that morning. That theory soon ruled itself out when the RA pulled out a large bouquet of sunflowers from behind the desk, holding them out once Blonda was within reach.
"These came for you, Miss Fairywinkle." The RA politely informed, giving them to Blonda. "A secret admirer?"
Blonda searched for some kind of card, finding one from underneath one of the flower stems. "No name on the card?"
"Nope." The RA shook her head. "Not unless you know who'd sent them."
"Hmm." Blonda could think of a certain someone. "Thanks, anyway."
She floated passed the 24-inch flat screen mounted to the corner of the lounge and turned the corner down the corridor to her room. Along the way, she pulled the card from the stem and opened to read it, finding the text written in black ink:
Hey baby,
I remembered how your mom used to call you sunflower (I find it very fitting for you) so I got you these sunflowers to show how much you mean to me, though they could never fully represent my love for you.
She smiled, loving how thoughtful he was, as she continued reading.
I know things have been stressful with your friends, so these flowers are also a bit of an invitation for you to come over tonight. Well, not really an invitation, more like a 'come over so I can really show how much you mean to me'.;)
His winky face at the end made her giggle, fully aware what he meant.
Text me when you get these, and I promise, when you come over, I'll love you like you've never been loved before.
Love,
Pantaleo Cardician
PS: this isn't too much of an issue for you, but wear somethin' smexy for daddy. I say that, but you won't have it on for long around me.
A cheeky smile curled her lips.
Holding hands as they flew along the way to the student library, Cosmo and Wanda saw other groups of students taking their own stroll, engaged in social chatter. A few other students tossed a frisbee across the yard, flying over Cosmo and Wanda's head as the passed, and a few couples laid out on blankets in the grass, enjoying the loving company of their significant other. Wanda wanted to help Cosmo study for their quiz the following Monday in their Fairy World History class before Cosmo had to work, though Cosmo would have much rather taken a nap. Wanda wanted to at least get a head start; if they didn't, then they'd spend Cosmo's day off cramming, and Cosmo could never retain information that way.
As they neared the steps leading to the large double doors of the library's entrance, Wanda took a moment to admire the large open field in front of the library, a few benches mounted in the lush purple grass underneath large willow trees. The way the partly cloudy skies curtained behind the landscape made for such a scenic view. Sometimes Cosmo could be oblivious to simple beauties such as this, but Wanda always appreciated the natural beauty of Fairy World.
Sitting on one of the benches under the willow tree, Juandissimo leaned against the wooden backrest, gazing vacantly towards the willows drooping above. Wanda could see him sitting alone, unable to gage what he could be thinking from his blank stare. It wasn't until he saw him reach into his backpack for the similar white bottle from just a few days ago did her curiosity long to intervene.
"Hey, honey." Wanda stopped in her flight, leading Cosmo to do the same as he turned to her. "Um, I forgot something in my room. We kind of need it to study."
"Oh, okay." Cosmo spoke uncertainly; he thought all they needed were their binders and their textbooks. "I can come with you."
"No, that's fine." Wanda excused. "I won't be long. See if you can find a private study room open. They come few and far between."
"Uh…okay." Cosmo let go of her hand hesitantly. "I'll see what I can find and I'll text you where I am if I find one."
He left to join other random students floating up the garnet steps of the library, and Wanda made sure he didn't turn around and flew inside before heading over to Juandissimo. Lying to Cosmo made her feel like she was somewhat unfaithful, but she knew if she told the truth, he'd have questions, and those were questions she had little patience to answer.
Twisting the cap open, Juandissimo held it in his hands while a berry-like scent entered his nose. He felt like absolute garbage and craved for an escape from it all. Lifting the bottle, the thick liquid didn't even touch his lips before he heard the voice of reason haunting him a lot lately.
"Don't you think it's a little foolish drinking Spell while others are around?"
He noticed her swirly pink hair out the side of his eye, lowering the bottle to look with his nonchalant gaze. Did she not have other business to mind? "…well, no one else seems to be as bothered as you."
"I'd still like an answer to my question." Wanda firmly stated, hovering in front of him. "Unless you don't remember."
"I remember some." Juandissimo coolly shrugged, unbothered by her stern stance. "…like asking why you give a damn."
She didn't care for his attitude. It's gonna take a lot more to scare her off. "Then you remember me asking why you drink Spell."
"That is none of your concern." He rolled his eyes as he set the bottle to his mouth, only for Wanda to snatch the bottle from his hand before he tasted a drop.
"That doesn't answer my question."
Wow, she had some nerve. "You do realize I can just poof another one…"
"Answer the question."
"Why should I?"
And why must he try her patience? "…Juandissimo-"
"Why can you not just leave me alone?"
"I still care about you, okay?!"
Wanda didn't want to show how many buttons he pushed, and she didn't mean to raise her voice, yet Juandissimo had a way of getting under her skin. Would she even be able to help him? Not at all. Did she still want to try? Yeah…she couldn't help it. The path he was going was not a path she'd ever want for him, dating or not.
Far within the hollow of his heart, the love for her he thought for sure disappeared, flinched ever so slightly from the sudden emotion in her response. How, after all this time, did she still care? He knew it was just in her nature, just something she does, which is why he always believed she'd make an excellent godparent one day. Still, he didn't deserve her compassion…or anyone's compassion.
Leaning his head back against the backrest, he shoved his hands in his leather jacket pockets, staring through the willow leaves. "…I do not see why you care…" his tone grew bleak, a vague expression in his lifeless eyes. "…I could drop dead and it would not matter…"
Wanda stared at him, not expecting something so dark to ever utter from his lips. "…Juandissimo don't make jokes like that. That's not funny."
"…do you see me laughing?"
No, and that was part of the problem. She hadn't seen or heard him laugh, seen him crack a smile, in what felt like ages. She never told Alewandro about any of this, mostly because she knew Alewandro had passed the point of caring and no longer worried about anything Juandissimo did. She wished that wasn't the case though. Underneath Juandissimo's walls, a deep-rooted pain boiled and brewed. A pain he so desperately wanted to drown with poison, altering his mind to near points of no return. Juandissimo was in trouble, and him pushing people away wasn't making him better…
With Wanda's attention so tangled in Juandissimo's web, she failed to realize her boyfriend watching the whole encounter from the steps of the library…
. . . . . .
…That Fairywinkle's gonna dump you when she realizes what a stupid…PATHETIC excuse of a being you are!
That was all Cosmo could focus on.
Huddled within the noise-canceling padded walls of one of the enclosed private study rooms of the library, Cosmo and Wanda continued their studies for their Fairy World History test. Wanda jotted some notes on key topics they should probably focus on, and Cosmo, in no mood to study anything he'd barely understand anyway, folded his arms over his opened textbook as he fixed his cynical gaze upon his girlfriend.
If he had no reason to doubt her love for him before, the sight of his girlfriend with her ex-boyfriend certainly planted that seed. It's one thing for her to talk to her ex, it's another for her to do it behind his back and lie in his face about it, carrying on as if nothing happened. Why would she feel the need to lie? Did she have secret intentions? She mentioned before how she missed the Cosmo she fell in love with…did she not love him anymore?
"Alright." Wanda finished jotting down her notes, setting her bookmark inside the crease of her textbook. "I think I've outlined everything we need to start going over the basics-"
"Why were you talking to Juandissimo?"
She shot her eyes to him, caught off guard. "…what are you talking about?"
Was she really gonna play dumb? He may not be as intelligent as most, but Cosmo wasn't always such a fool. "Just a few minutes ago…" his tone remained quite mono, something Wanda wasn't sure was a good or bad thing. "You said you left something in your room and you were gonna go back to get it."
Wanda licked her lips, thinking Cosmo would never believe her if she told the truth. He must have turned around when she assumed he had already entered the library; how else would he had known about her encounter with Juandissimo? She didn't have anything to hide that would greatly jeopardize their relationship, she'd never cheat on Cosmo, especially not with her ex.
So why did his skeptical stare make her feel as if she'd been caught red handed? "…I was just saying 'hi.'"
His expression never changed. From what he saw, it looked like more than just 'saying hi.' "Have you talked to him before?"
"…yes." She shortly admitted. "A couple times."
"Why?"
"Cosmo, why are you asking all these questions?!"
She should really be asking the ghost of his mother haunting his thoughts. Was it not her that moved on with that boy so soon after you two broke up?! "…Do you wanna go back to him?"
"No!" her reply came out more defensive than she planned. "Why would you even ask that?"
You really think that Fairywinkle would still break up with that other boy if you succeeded? "Just checking."
"…Cosmo, I love you." She placed a loving hand over one of his which lowered his eyes briefly as if to make sense of it. "I would never do that to you." She held his stare, serious in her brow. "You know that."
She's gonna realize what a waste of LIFE you are, and you'll be left with NOTHING!
Letting out a groan, he jerked his hand away and slammed his textbook shut. "Forget it."
She watched him spring from his seat, flying towards the door. "…Where are you going?!"
Not bothering to look over his shoulder, Cosmo grabbed the door handle and muttered an excuse for his abrupt departure. "To the bathroom."
As he forced the door closed from behind, Wanda turned around in her chair as her mouth fell open, unsure of how else to react to a situation she really hoped to avoid.
Mr. Twinkle, sitting on his tan leather couch, checked his watch for the current time, while Karen, Spike's estranged mother, bounced her knee nervously with her arms in her lap, seated beside him. After Tuesday's surprise reunion between Spike and Karen, to say the dinner was awkward would be an understatement. Spike made no effort to talk to her, Karen didn't know what to say, and Rose mostly sparked conversation with Mr. Twinkle to keep the awkwardness from being more awkward than it already awkwardly was. Mr. Twinkle requested for Spike to come back so they may have a conversation, a conversation with just the three of them, and while Spike whole-heartedly wanted to refuse, his father pretty much gave no choice.
7:00pm was supposed to be Spike's time of arrival. 7:20pm, and no sign of him. Mr. Twinkle texted him to which he received no reply, and while he understood his son's apprehension, his son knew he hated when people were late with no courtesy to notify anyone. Just when he was about to lose patience and call, the turning of the bolt lock with an outside key eased his nerves in that Spike actually showed, and Karen, hoping to have a civil conversation, felt more anxious than before.
When Spike opened the door and let himself inside, both Mr. Twinkle and Karen rose from their seats as Spike flew into the den, facing to greet him. The disconnect in his blue eyes made it clear he didn't care to be there, but at least he had enough decency to come.
"Hey, son." Mr. Twinkle greeted, Spike's hands tucked deep in his pockets. "Come by yourself?"
"I used my wand." Spike casually responded, flying passed him and Karen to one of the matching arm chairs facing the couch, Karen's face falling in disappointment.
"Well, I'm glad ya got here when you could." Mr. Twinkle and Karen returned to their seats on the couch, just a hint of sarcasm in his tone. Spike simply rolled his eyes and scoffed.
He had no intentions of hiding the fact that he wanted nothing to do with the woman sitting next to his father. He had no intentions on pretending to care about whatever she had to say, or what she thought she should say. The only reason he agreed to 'talk' was out of obligation. He'd much rather swim in a pool of molten lava bubbling in a volcano and burning the skin off his bones.
"All I ask is that you listen to what your mother has to say before you respond." Mr. Twinkle requested. "Can you do that?"
"Yeah, sure." Spike shrugged, slouching in his chair. "Whatever."
Karen observed her son, looking away from her as if she were a shadow. She felt his reluctance towards her, felt his complete disconnect. Not that it wasn't expected…nor was it not warranted. "…Spike." She began, meek in her speech. "…I'm so sorry."
Removing his hands from his pockets, he switched to crossing his arms over his chest, still no effort to make eye contact.
"…I should have never blamed my postpartum on you." Karen sincerely expressed. "I struggled with severe depression even before I became pregnant with you…sometimes I still do…and it's not anyone's fault."
He may have acted like he wasn't listening, but Mr. Twinkle knew his son heard his mother's every word.
"I've already apologized countless times to your father…" she glanced to Mr. Twinkle briefly. "…I'm so sorry for walking out on both of you twelve years ago. I'm sorry for abandoning you both…" she fiddled with her fingers, her leg anxiously bouncing again. "…I hated settling for you two…I didn't want a family…I couldn't handle it…"
Spike veered his eyes to her, cold in his glare.
"…I lived life on the streets…got myself into night work for money…and to forget that I used to be married with a son…" she lowered her eyes shamefully. "Got involved with a string of bad men…lost my dignity…lost everything…I was spiraling and the vortex only grew deeper and deeper…."
Mr. Twinkle reached a comforting hand to rub her back, having heard her similar speech.
"…over the last couple of years…I've been getting help." Karen lifted her remorseful eyes to her son. "Got into counseling…managed to get a job…got my own place…got out of life on the streets…and that's why…I'm here now."
The longer she spoke, the more he questioned the validity of her words. His situation with his mother sounded oddly parallel to Susie and her father…
"…I'm here to start over." She continued. "…I know I can't make up for lost time…but I want to…well…just…" finding the right words wasn't easy for her. "…turn a new chapter…to be a family. I hope you can accept this as my plea for forgiveness…"
Mr. Twinkle, realizing Karen was finished, looked to his son, trying to read his mind. "Spike? Anything you wanna say?"
His glare switched to his father before turning back to Karen, straightening his posture in his seat. "You treated me like a burden just for existing. You didn't care about me, you didn't give a crap about me!"
"I know and I apologize from the bottom of my heart." Karen held her hands over her chest. "But I want to make things right."
"Yeah?" Spike cocked a brow. "Why is that? Why now?"
With a heavy sigh, Mr. Twinkle took Karen's hand into his own, resulting in a skeptical expression from his son. "I didn't tell you this before but…" he smiled faintly to Karen of whom returned a bashful grin. "…your mother and I have started dating again a month ago."
"The fu…how the…" Spike's tongue twisted in shock.
From what he remembered, she pushed him away when he'd try to hug her, she'd reject his kisses with a slap in his face, she always banished him to the couch because she never wanted to share a bed, and she'd never be happy to see him whenever he came home. She treated his father, much like her own son, like an obligation that deserved just a fraction of her commitment. His father would blame himself, ask her to just tell him what he keeps doing wrong, yet she'd have no real answer other than 'it's not you, it's me.' He wanted to make it work, and she put in little to no effort until she eventually left out of her own selfishness.
His father was never quite the same afterwards. In some instances, he had grown cold, acting solely as a provider and protector, nothing more, nothing less. Consequently, Spike lacked a real connection with his father until he became an adult who could fend for himself. For him to take her back meant everything she ever did to them both didn't matter.
Spike sprung from his chair, heating up with ever growing irritation. "Why the hell would you do something so STUPID?!"
"You might wanna watch that tone of yours."
"And you might wanna wake the hell up!" Spike didn't care how disrespectful he was anymore. They disrespected him by thinking it was okay to just get back together as if nothing happened! "You and I were just fine without that pathetic, lowlife wench, so why the hell would you want that dumb trash back?!"
"Spike, that is quite enough!" Mr. Twinkle was not about to let Spike disrespect his own mother, rising from his seat as Karen felt tears swelling in her eyes.
"Wow." Spike creased his brow. "…that dirt puss of hers can't be that great-"
"Spike, I will NOT tolerate this disrespect!" Mr. Twinkle not only yelled at his son, he got close to his son's face, turning red with frustration. Rarely did Mr. Twinkle lose his cool, and rarely did he lose his cool towards Spike. His finger pointed to Karen, her arms squeezing herself tight. "THAT is your MOTHER! You do NOT talk about her like that!"
Spike, however, held his scowl, glaring into a navy-blue glower.
His so called 'mother' was so emotionally checked out. A distant, emotionless block of ice refusing to love and nurture him. If he was sad or angry, she shamed him, and if he ever had the audacity to smile and laugh, she placed him at fault him because she herself couldn't be happy, thus no one had a right to be happy. Instead of holding him in her arms, she ignored his requests for a hug and sometimes physically pushed him away. Instead of seeing the love in her eyes and a lovely smile, he'd see her go from zero to a hundred with no in between; he saw either a blank stare with a fixed frown, or rage and disdain in her scowl. Instead of hearing the three sacred words of "I love you," he remembered at the age of five, the worst thing she can ever said to him…
"Either you'll kill me, or I'll kill you."
Either dealing with him would drive her to suicide, or she would end her suffering by taking him out of the world he never asked to be brought in.
Anyone that says anything like that to their own child, their own flesh and blood, definitely didn't deserve an ounce of his mercy…
With a clenched fist, he reached in his back pocket for his wand, shifting his glower to Karen with no ounce of sympathy for her tears. "…that…will never be my mother."
Spike held his wand to disappear in a cloud a blue before his father could stop him, and as his magic cloud denigrated into thin air, she could no longer fight her emotions as they came pouring in her sobs.
. . . . . .
Materializing back in his dorm, Spike lost control. The fires of his fury whirled within and his chest constricted to hitch breaths. His face burned with anger, his knuckles numbing white in tight clenched fists. Reverting to old ways, he rushed over to his bed and buried his face into his pillow, a chilling screech growling from deep in his throat, screeching multiple times in a row until veins stained his face red.
Self-soothing came in the form of belligerence. In his younger days, teachers often sent him to detention or had him suspended due to his violent outbursts. Aggression and hostility became the only way he could react to anything outside of his control, and if he could hurt others or cause harm on someone, it empowered him, made the sting in his heart burn less. Hollowness in his soul filled with bubbling rage, that of which bemused his father at times. Mr. Twinkle wouldn't have proper conversations with him, however. His 'acting out' received more punishment, either a grounding or a reprimanding lecture.
Screaming into his pillow had been his release since childhood, finding no other outlet to tame the beast of his frustrations. He only resulted to this method if he dove too deep and could no longer able to sustain his emotions in a clear state of mind, and though it took a lot of triggering for Spike to reach such a boiling point, whenever he did, there wasn't much to stop him.
Amidst his screams came the loud ring of his phone, vibrating in his other back pocket. At first, he thought it was his dad calling to yell at him more, so he ignored the call. Instead, he yanked his pillow and tossed it across the floor, bundling his duvet in his arms and thrashing it around in a whirlwind. His phone vibrating again, and just as he snatched his phone to chuck it against the wall, he saw Rose in his caller ID, and almost instantly, a bit of his fury subdued. His quickened breaths restricted against his chest, remembering that he didn't tell Rose where he was going or even that he had left to meet his parents.
Geez, her timing couldn't have been more off.
He didn't want to ignore her, but he was afraid he'd take his frustrations out on her. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do. This, of course, did not stop her from calling again, and he knew she'd just keep calling until he eventually answered. Left with no other options, he answered after the fourth ring, holding the phone in his unsteady hand as he pressed speaker. He grabbed his forehead with his other hand and attempted to calm himself with deep, shaky breaths, something Rose immediately noticed.
"…Spike, are you okay?!"
The utter concern in her voice pained him; burdening her with his crap wasn't what he wanted. She's never seen him this upset and he made it his goal that she never would. She didn't deserve to deal with him like this…
"Spike?!" Feeling his surroundings spinning in his eyes, he lowered himself to the floor on his knees, setting the phone beneath him as he supported his upper body by pressing his hands firmly against the wood-like marble. "What's wrong?!"
He clamped his eyes shut, pressure ballooning against his skull, about to explode. He lowered his head and continued to level his breathing despite his chest burning for him to stop, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth as he willed himself not to pass out.
"Spike! Are you there?!"
He felt himself finally regaining his bearing, slowly opening his eyes as the vertigo depleted from his mind. Breathing heavily through his nose, he took his phone and dragged himself to lean against the side of his bed, pressed against the drawers beneath. He straightened his legs and laid an arm in his lap, slumping his shoulders with his head cocked back against his mattress.
"…Spike?!"
"…Rose?" the rawness in his throat called out hoarsely.
"Spike, you sound sick…" he sensed her worry; he wasn't sick at all that day. "Are you feeling okay?!"
His eyes closed to keep from burning. "…no."
"Is there anything I can do?"
Opening his eyes, he thought about her question, weighing the options of her doing anything for him verses not. He'd rather not have her deal with the state he was in…yet…in his state, he was tired of dealing with it alone. He didn't want to be alone. "…can…you come over?"
"Of course." Rose agreed; he could hear the sound of her keys gathering in her hand. "I'll be right over."
"…I'll…" he found the will to lift himself just enough to retrieve his wand from his back pocket. "…unlock the door…"
"Mkay."
Phone still in hand, he pressed to end the call, knowing it only took a second poof anywhere. He didn't bother to raise his wand as he magically unlocked his door, setting it beside him on the floor to stare towards his ceiling. Over the years he had to teach himself how to mellow out, not react so hostilely to every little thing. He hated his anger and he hated when he became angry. It's never just anger, it's always amplified tenfold. Bouts of red rage and frustration often times drained every ounce of his energy.
A couple knocks on his door came before his door creaked open, and when Rose closed the door, she saw Spike on the floor, disheveled and drained. She started to wonder if he actually was sick just from the perspiration and how deathly pale he looked, but she looked around to see his bed bare of its sheets and pillow, finding them on the floor around him. Advancing slowly, Rose wondered whether this was sickness, or was it something bigger.
"…Hey." She carefully took a seat next to him, watching his vacant eyes continue to stare upwards. "…you wanna tell me what's wrong?"
Just the act of swallowing hurt, so no, he didn't want to talk…
He wanted nothing and no one else but her.
Turning his head, his eyes met hers, seeing concern etched all over her face. He then lowered himself to where his head rested in her lap, bending his knees, and he folded his arms against his stomach, curling into a ball. Seeing him in such an exhausted state, she laid a hand to stroke his bare arm, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on his temple.
He's never let anyone else into his space like this before. He dealt with his own pain alone as he usually had no choice but to. He learned to hide his troubles from his father at a young age, always hearing 'man up' or 'stop being a baby and get over it,' and since his mother dismissed him the first seven years of his life, if he had any problems, he'd find a way to deal with it first before burdening anyone else. Now, in a relationship, he found that dealing with his issues alone wasn't always possible. Rose never wanted him to keep anything from her just to spare her feelings.
So, she would encourage Spike to speak his mind, say what he was feeling, talk about whatever he wanted to talk about, and she was so patient with him when he wanted to withdraw, when he wanted to shut her out to not burden her. Moments like this were rare with Spike…for the first time in his life, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. The burden of keeping his emotions to himself…he slowly realized it didn't have to continue to be this way. How Rose managed to drag this side of him out was beyond him. She just had that special type of magic that made him feel safe, made him feel that his heart didn't have to be guarded around her.
She would never mistreat his heart, and he vowed to himself to never mistreat hers.
Nothing but moonlight as the only source of light among the various shadows of the master bedroom, Blonda's head rocked back as her breaths hitched with every thrust, on all fours atop the red silk of his duvet, moans timed to the smacks of him pounding her from behind.
When Blonda first arrived in a trench coat, Professor Cardician was confused to why she'd be wearing it, until the moment she took off said trench coat, quickly realizing that trench coat was all she wore. A bold move indeed, a risk worth taking; all it took was one look for him to pull her to him, and she let him have his way with her.
All rational thought vanished, and both reverted to bodily instinct. Intercourse took up a large part of their time together; on the couch, on kitchen countertops, on the rug, experimenting with multiple positions. His hormones had rounds, and with every electrifying, intoxicating thrill of his skin against hers, she craved for more. They stumbled upon his bedroom where he wasted no time in foreplay. Both still aroused from the last round, he placed her on the bed and when he held her by her bare bottom and pressed it to his pelvis, she submitted to his control.
Five minutes in, and Professor Cardician's pelvis surged with pleasure levels rising. Bending down, he held her chin in his palm to keep her head back, leaning close to whisper sensually in her ear. "Are you mine?"
His thrusts made it difficult to breath normally let alone speak. Her moan managed to articulate a response. "…yes…"
"I wanna hear you say it…" Professor Cardician's movements grew faster, her body writhing, feeling weak in her limbs.
So drunk in euphoria, Blonda's breathing turned to moans elevating the quicker he pleased her. "…I'm yours, daddy…"
That was all it took for their sexual release to come to a screaming head.
He turned her chin to kiss her, slowing as he released himself, and after a last pump, he removed himself as Blonda lay sprawl beneath him, controlling her heavy breathing. Taking off the used condom, he went to the trashcan, tossing it away. He flew back to prop himself over her, their skin soft as silk together. "…wanna join me in the shower?" he asked tenderly.
Blonda curled her lips in a smirk. "…I don't think I can do another round after that."
"Not even just to shower together?" he teased, bending down for another kiss.
"Go." She playfully shoved him away. "I can wait."
"Suit yourself." He proudly grinned, pushing himself from on top of her with a wink. "Be right back, sunflower."
Lifting herself to watch him, she smiled as he flew into the master bathroom, not bothering to shut the door. As the lull of the shower began, she crawled on her stomach across the bed to the nightstand closest to her. She knew her phone died a while ago and forgot her charger, so she went to search for an extra. Drawing the drawer, something glistened in the moonlight, Blonda asking herself how a phone charger can glow in the dark. Reaching inside, she also asked herself how a phone charger could feel like round metal. Using her fingers to feel around, she noted the round metal had a hollow opening in the middle…almost like a ring.
She took out her hand to see a golden ring fit for a finger. Taking a closer look, she saw that the ring appeared to be a male wedding ring. Strange. Why would Professor Cardician have a wedding rin-
Eyes wide with horror, reality slapped her in the face, connecting the dots…
Had she been sleeping with a married man?
...and I oop.
Stay tuned!