LOVE AND WAR - PART TWO
Summary: The night comes with an unexpected chain of events.
Warning: Alternate universe and sexual content.
1945, America
Unstable.
That would be the closest word to summarise our troublesome relationship. There's no denying that the dynamics of this household have certainly changed since he came home. These last few days especially have been one intense hurdle after the other.
Sweat glistened over my naked body while my hands fisted the bedsheets in desperation. There was no controlling my trembling thighs as they hung either side of his broad shoulders. It'd been a normal day and evening until we found ourselves in the bedroom.
James knelt at the end of the bed with his head buried between my legs. The prickly stubble of his beard scratched my sensitive skin as a warm tongue stroked along my swollen clit. The hard graze might have been irritating if it weren't for the pleasure.
Firm hands held my thighs back from clamping too tight around his head. The heavy coil in my stomach wound with every tantalising swirl and suck of his mouth. A hard and sudden flick of his tongue made me clutch a patch of his long brown hair.
The sharp tug on his scalp made him groan before pulling away. James stood from the floor with a drawn sigh as my shaky legs fell from his shoulders. The palm of his hand wiped the wet glisten from his mouth before giving an upward nod of his head.
"Roll over."
My brows furrowed in a slight daze. "What?"
He grabbed my ankles before flopping me onto my bare stomach. My vision spun before focusing on the wooden frame of the headboard. There was hardly any time to think as he pulled me back to stand on my hands and knees.
Animalistic.
The position is unfamiliar and the nudge of my knees made me feel vulnerable and exposed. The shiver down my spine caused my skin to ripple with goosebumps. James placed a warm hand on my lower back for comfort.
"Relax."
Unconventional positions like these aren't things that normal couples do with one another. It's generally considered whorish and unorthodox. Previous to the war, we were always quite conservative when it came to the bedroom.
A detail that's since changed.
James roamed a hand between my legs and over the light patch of hair. The sensitive touch against my throbbing clit made my back arch in shock. My knees slid further apart as my lips parted with a string of moans.
The constant rub and grind against my bundle of nerves made me shift uncontrollably. There was no warning when he suddenly stopped to leave me breathless and wanting. My brows furrowed as he reached down to glide his fingers through my wet slick heat.
A hand pressed between my shoulder blades. "Lean over."
The request seemed strange as my forearms lowered to rest against the mattress. The steeper angle made my rear end stick further up in the cool night air. There was nothing for me to do but stare blankly at the printed cover of the duvet.
It made me anxious not being able to see him. The awkward angling of my head couldn't give me a decent enough view and it strained my neck too much. My lips parted with a shallow breath as he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance.
Quick and hard.
He buried himself inside of me with a single sharp thrust. The sudden intrusion made me gasp as my inner walls clenched around his hard member. The accommodating stretch of my muscles gave a slight burn as he moved inside of me.
Slow and steady.
The rhythm made my body sway forward and backward. The deep and somewhat uncomfortable nudge of my uterus made me feel as if he might puncture right through me. A slew of muffled moans resonated against the crumpled duvet in an attempt to save our neighbours.
It was somewhat futile.
The headboard thumped against the wall as his paced turned hard and relentless. A few strands of hair clung to my sweaty skin as the air grew hot and sticky. The sound and smell of sex was just enough to drive me over that final peak.
Then there was no such thing as decency.
A warmth flushed my rosy cheeks as a peppery taste tingled in the back of my throat. The intense orgasm made me shudder with a rather loud and ungodly moan that would shame most modest women of America.
James came inside of me with a guttural groan before slowly pulling out with a warm wet trickle. The dull ache in my joints forced me to lay down on my stomach, while the aftershock clouded my mind with euphoria.
James pulled on a thin pair of shorts before opening up the square bedroom window. The cool air flowed through as he ignited a cigarette with a strike of a match. A puff of white smoke blew out from his mouth and into the night sky.
"That's a terrible habit," I said as my nose wrinkled from the terrible smell.
"I know," he replied with another drag.
The aftermath of our lovemaking had seemingly turned cold and void of emotion. There were no lingering touches or any kind of comfort for one another. This has been continuous since his first night home and it weighs heavily on my conscience.
Sadness and disappointment.
My attention turned away from the man as stood with a distance gaze. Getting out of bed, the wooden draws squeaked in my efforts to find something to wear. A silk night gown wrapped around me in attempt to cover my uneasiness.
"What's wrong?" I asked while knotting the tie around my waist.
"Nothing."
"It's not nothing," I retorted. "You behave so differently with everything you do – even now."
James took a final draw before flicking the cigarette bud out the window. My attempt to stop him was futile as he strode past me and into the bathroom. The door closed with a heavy thud before the pipes in the walls gurgled with water.
The cheval mirror reflected my dishelmed appearance in the corner of the room. A rosy flush still tinged my cheeks as my long hair sat frazzled and tangled. The dull ach made itself know from between my sticky thighs.
It's a strange thing to feel both delightful and terrible.
Marching into the bathroom, my hand ripped back the flimsy shower curtain. A cloud of steam wafted over my face as James stood with one hand leant against the tiled wall. His head turned to look at me with disinterest.
"What?" he huffed.
"You're not going to shut me out."
He ran a hand through his damp hair. "I'm not having this conversation."
"Please, talk to me."
"There's nothing to talk about, Janet"
My head bowed with an irritated sigh as he refused to accept the reality of the situation. The facts of the matter might be painful but he leaves me with no choice. The truth might open his eyes to what he really needs in life.
"You scream in your sleep," I stated calmly. "Did you know that?"
His entire body tensed. "I don't want to hear it."
"You need help, James."
"Stop!" he yelled while slamming off the water supply.
The sudden burst of anger made me step back in shock of his outrage. My arms crossed over my chest as he stepped out of the shower. A towel wrapped around his waist before he headed back into the bedroom.
The confronting behaviour made me hesitant to follow as I stood in the doorway. He rustled through the draw before getting changed into a white singlet and pair of trousers. The air turned thick with tension as he sat on the edge of the bed to put on his black boots.
"Where are you going?" I asked in confusion.
"Out."
My head shook in disbelief. "It's the middle of the night and you want to leave?"
James grabbed his jacket before coming to stand in front of me. "Move out of the way."
"At least tell me when you'll be back?"
"I don't know," he sighed. "I need time to think."
The answer isn't what I wanted to hear and it felt wrong to step out of the way. Everything had been thrown completely upside down within the last few hours. James strode down the hallway before grabbing the house keys from the hook.
"What about us?" I asked as he opened the front door. "What about me?"
James turned around to look at me with those deep grey eyes filled with sorrow. The pain and suffering he was subjected to during the war had followed him home like a terrible shadow. It made me feel helpless and hopeless.
"You do what you have to do."