Two days later, Rachel had still not gotten out of bed. The box of
tissues almost empty next to her. Her face was pale, and her eyes swollen,
and red. She was laying on her side, looking over at Marci, sitting in the
chair next to the bed.
Her life seemed to have completely crumbled. The heart break that she was feeling, she couldn't even describe. At one point she had even wished she hadn't gone to the house, and seen it. Then she beat her self up mentally, for even thinking that.
Leon called repeatedly. Her cell phone, her home phone. He left messages, begging and pleading with her to please let him explain. Sometimes she found herself playing the messages, just to hear his voice.
"Leon called me this morning." Marci said, breaking the silence. She had shown up an hour ago. They hadn't said much more than sentence since she got there.
Rachel sat up.
"What? Why? What did he say?" Rachel asked, wiping her nose. Marci looked down at the fingernail she was picking at.
"Well. He told me part of his explanation. I cut him off before he told anymore, because I don't think it's right to go through the friend, ya know?" Marci said. She looked at Rachel.
"And.?"
"Well. Uh. I don't know Rachel. Leon was like the greatest thing that happened to you, like ever. I think that. I think maybe you should talk to him."
Rachel nearly choked. Marci, the person who once she was slighted, never forgave, wanted her to talk to Leon. Rachel snorted, and flopped back down on the bed.
"No. I can't. I mean.Jesus, Marci." Rachel said. Marci got up from the chair, and sat on the bed. She brushed Rachel's hair back from her face. It killed her to think that her best friend was so upset, especially since there was nothing that she could really do.
"Alright sweetie. I'm gonna hit the road. You alright?" Marci asked. It was a dumb question.
"Nah, but I'll be alright." Rachel said, pulling at the seam of her comforter.
"Well, take a shower, you will feel so much better." Marci said, trying to make a joke. Rachel rolled her eyes, and shot a wadded up tissue at her.
After Marci left, Rachel sat there, wondering what she was going to do. She couldn't mope around forever. She had to move on. Her heart had been broken, but she wasn't going to let it defeat her. She threw back the covers, and decided to take a shower. Then she was going to clean this house.really clean it.
An hour later, Marci was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor. After her shower, she threw on a t-shirt, and some shorts, pulled her hair into a pony tail, and began to scrub. She was almost finished with the kitchen floor when she heard a knock on her front door. She put the sponge down, and pulled off one of the yellow gloves she had put on. When she opened the door, she stomach seemed to rise up in her throat.
"Rachel, please, baby, please. Let me come in. Let me explain." Leon stood on her door step. He looked terrible. He looked as if he hadn't gotten any sleep.
Rachel stood there, unsure whether to let him, or slam the door on his face. She opened the door wider, and stepped back, to lean against the wall. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, as if it would protect her from whatever he had to say.
He stepped into the hallway, shutting the door behind him. He stood in front of her, his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor.
"So, what did you want to say?" Rachel asked, unable to stand the silence anymore.
"It was nothing. I swear. I didn't want it to happen, I didn't plan for it to happen, it just did." Rachel snorted, and shook her head.
"Leon. You kissed her. You were all over her. He had your hands on her. If all you are going to say is "it was nothing" then leave. I don't want to hear that."
"She kissed me. She was flirting with me. I was wrong, for even staying around her. I should have moved on when she said she wanted me to help her play pool. I shouldn't have even given her a second glance. I realize that now. You don't know how badly I wish I could have that night over again, so I could do things differently. I love you, Rachel, and you are the only one I want. You make me feel.I just feel so great when I am around you." Leon said. He took a step closer to her.
When he had said he loved her, the tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't believe that she even had any tears left. He loved her. He said it. Rachel looked away. He took a step closer, so their bodies were almost touching. Bracing both arms on either side of her, he leaned closer.
"I swear to you that I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you just give me another chance. Baby.please. I love you." He said again.
"You hurt me, Leon. I mean. My heart." Rachel broke off, turning her head, so that he wouldn't see her tears. Leon leaned into her, and buried his face into her neck.
"I know. I know. And I wish I could take that away. We belong together, Rachel." He slid his hand down her side, and pushed it between her legs. Rachel gasped. "Let me do this, Rachel. Let me try to take away some of the pain." He whispered into her neck, his hand rubbing her through the jeans shorts.
With a will of their own, Rachel's arms wound themselves around his neck. Leon moved his hand, only to bring it to the snaps of her jeans, and quickly undid them. They fell to the floor, and her panties followed. Rachel kicked them off. Leon leaned back long enough to undo his jeans, push them down.
"Leon." Rachel whispered. Leon's lips hungrily devoured Rachel's. His tongue pushing through her parted lips. His hand pushed up her tee shirt, cupping her naked breast. Rachel gasped, and arched her back. Leon pulled Rachel's legs up, and around his waist. Tilting her hips, slightly, he then thrust into her. They both cried out in pleasure.
"I want you for the rest of my life, Rachel. I won't let you go. This is where I want to be for the rest of my life." Leon managed to get out. He began to thrust rapidly into her.
"I love you! God, Yes! I want you here, in me, with me for the rest of my life." Rachel cried out. Leon dipped his head forward, capturing her mouth, muffling her screams of passion. She could feel herself coming. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him in deeper. When the waves hit her, she screamed his name over and over. He followed soon behind her, the spasms rocking through both of their bodies. Leon withdrew and pulled her down to the floor with him. She lay on top of him, her cheek resting against his chest. She could hear his heart beating quickly.
Slowly, their breathing returned to normal. Leon was playing with her hair, while she lay there. He loved her. He told her he loved, and he meant it. Rachel wanted to stay mad at him, but she couldn't. She knew that he was not lying. That he's pleas were true. She smiled, knowing that he wanted to be with her forever.
Lifting her head, Rachel peered at Leon. He smiled at her.
"Alright. I will give you another chance. Now take me to the bedroom. You can start there." Leon laughed, and quickly stood up, picked her up, and ran to the bedroom.
The next day, Rachel sat at her desk, seemingly lost in thought. Marci stood at the door for a few minutes and then knocked to get her attention. Rachel jumped, and then smiled at her.
"Hey." Rachel said. Marci rolled her eyes.
"God you looked like you were fucked 3 weeks from Sunday." Marci said, sitting on the edge of the desk. Rachel smiled.
"Yeah." She said.
"So? You made up? He apologized, you obviously accepted. What's the matter?" Marci said.
"Well, I did something stupid." Rachel said. The smile she had had on her face gone. A look of concern replacing it.
"What?" Marci asked, concern on her face.
"I.well, I always wear my diaphragm when I know I am going to be with Leon. It's.in case of spontaneous moments.which happen a lot between us. Well, I wasn't wearing one, when Leon and I had sex yesterday. All the times we had sex."
"Well, I mean, one or twice, it should be fine." Marci said. Rachel pursed her lips, and raised her eyebrows.
"Stop it. Nothing will happen. Stop thinking about it or you will make your self late from the stress." Marci said. Rachel could only hope. She loved Leon, and was going to spend the rest of her life with him. She just wasn't sure she was ready to bring a baby into the relationship right now. She also knew she wasn't ready to be a mom yet, either.
Her life seemed to have completely crumbled. The heart break that she was feeling, she couldn't even describe. At one point she had even wished she hadn't gone to the house, and seen it. Then she beat her self up mentally, for even thinking that.
Leon called repeatedly. Her cell phone, her home phone. He left messages, begging and pleading with her to please let him explain. Sometimes she found herself playing the messages, just to hear his voice.
"Leon called me this morning." Marci said, breaking the silence. She had shown up an hour ago. They hadn't said much more than sentence since she got there.
Rachel sat up.
"What? Why? What did he say?" Rachel asked, wiping her nose. Marci looked down at the fingernail she was picking at.
"Well. He told me part of his explanation. I cut him off before he told anymore, because I don't think it's right to go through the friend, ya know?" Marci said. She looked at Rachel.
"And.?"
"Well. Uh. I don't know Rachel. Leon was like the greatest thing that happened to you, like ever. I think that. I think maybe you should talk to him."
Rachel nearly choked. Marci, the person who once she was slighted, never forgave, wanted her to talk to Leon. Rachel snorted, and flopped back down on the bed.
"No. I can't. I mean.Jesus, Marci." Rachel said. Marci got up from the chair, and sat on the bed. She brushed Rachel's hair back from her face. It killed her to think that her best friend was so upset, especially since there was nothing that she could really do.
"Alright sweetie. I'm gonna hit the road. You alright?" Marci asked. It was a dumb question.
"Nah, but I'll be alright." Rachel said, pulling at the seam of her comforter.
"Well, take a shower, you will feel so much better." Marci said, trying to make a joke. Rachel rolled her eyes, and shot a wadded up tissue at her.
After Marci left, Rachel sat there, wondering what she was going to do. She couldn't mope around forever. She had to move on. Her heart had been broken, but she wasn't going to let it defeat her. She threw back the covers, and decided to take a shower. Then she was going to clean this house.really clean it.
An hour later, Marci was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor. After her shower, she threw on a t-shirt, and some shorts, pulled her hair into a pony tail, and began to scrub. She was almost finished with the kitchen floor when she heard a knock on her front door. She put the sponge down, and pulled off one of the yellow gloves she had put on. When she opened the door, she stomach seemed to rise up in her throat.
"Rachel, please, baby, please. Let me come in. Let me explain." Leon stood on her door step. He looked terrible. He looked as if he hadn't gotten any sleep.
Rachel stood there, unsure whether to let him, or slam the door on his face. She opened the door wider, and stepped back, to lean against the wall. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, as if it would protect her from whatever he had to say.
He stepped into the hallway, shutting the door behind him. He stood in front of her, his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor.
"So, what did you want to say?" Rachel asked, unable to stand the silence anymore.
"It was nothing. I swear. I didn't want it to happen, I didn't plan for it to happen, it just did." Rachel snorted, and shook her head.
"Leon. You kissed her. You were all over her. He had your hands on her. If all you are going to say is "it was nothing" then leave. I don't want to hear that."
"She kissed me. She was flirting with me. I was wrong, for even staying around her. I should have moved on when she said she wanted me to help her play pool. I shouldn't have even given her a second glance. I realize that now. You don't know how badly I wish I could have that night over again, so I could do things differently. I love you, Rachel, and you are the only one I want. You make me feel.I just feel so great when I am around you." Leon said. He took a step closer to her.
When he had said he loved her, the tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't believe that she even had any tears left. He loved her. He said it. Rachel looked away. He took a step closer, so their bodies were almost touching. Bracing both arms on either side of her, he leaned closer.
"I swear to you that I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you just give me another chance. Baby.please. I love you." He said again.
"You hurt me, Leon. I mean. My heart." Rachel broke off, turning her head, so that he wouldn't see her tears. Leon leaned into her, and buried his face into her neck.
"I know. I know. And I wish I could take that away. We belong together, Rachel." He slid his hand down her side, and pushed it between her legs. Rachel gasped. "Let me do this, Rachel. Let me try to take away some of the pain." He whispered into her neck, his hand rubbing her through the jeans shorts.
With a will of their own, Rachel's arms wound themselves around his neck. Leon moved his hand, only to bring it to the snaps of her jeans, and quickly undid them. They fell to the floor, and her panties followed. Rachel kicked them off. Leon leaned back long enough to undo his jeans, push them down.
"Leon." Rachel whispered. Leon's lips hungrily devoured Rachel's. His tongue pushing through her parted lips. His hand pushed up her tee shirt, cupping her naked breast. Rachel gasped, and arched her back. Leon pulled Rachel's legs up, and around his waist. Tilting her hips, slightly, he then thrust into her. They both cried out in pleasure.
"I want you for the rest of my life, Rachel. I won't let you go. This is where I want to be for the rest of my life." Leon managed to get out. He began to thrust rapidly into her.
"I love you! God, Yes! I want you here, in me, with me for the rest of my life." Rachel cried out. Leon dipped his head forward, capturing her mouth, muffling her screams of passion. She could feel herself coming. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him in deeper. When the waves hit her, she screamed his name over and over. He followed soon behind her, the spasms rocking through both of their bodies. Leon withdrew and pulled her down to the floor with him. She lay on top of him, her cheek resting against his chest. She could hear his heart beating quickly.
Slowly, their breathing returned to normal. Leon was playing with her hair, while she lay there. He loved her. He told her he loved, and he meant it. Rachel wanted to stay mad at him, but she couldn't. She knew that he was not lying. That he's pleas were true. She smiled, knowing that he wanted to be with her forever.
Lifting her head, Rachel peered at Leon. He smiled at her.
"Alright. I will give you another chance. Now take me to the bedroom. You can start there." Leon laughed, and quickly stood up, picked her up, and ran to the bedroom.
The next day, Rachel sat at her desk, seemingly lost in thought. Marci stood at the door for a few minutes and then knocked to get her attention. Rachel jumped, and then smiled at her.
"Hey." Rachel said. Marci rolled her eyes.
"God you looked like you were fucked 3 weeks from Sunday." Marci said, sitting on the edge of the desk. Rachel smiled.
"Yeah." She said.
"So? You made up? He apologized, you obviously accepted. What's the matter?" Marci said.
"Well, I did something stupid." Rachel said. The smile she had had on her face gone. A look of concern replacing it.
"What?" Marci asked, concern on her face.
"I.well, I always wear my diaphragm when I know I am going to be with Leon. It's.in case of spontaneous moments.which happen a lot between us. Well, I wasn't wearing one, when Leon and I had sex yesterday. All the times we had sex."
"Well, I mean, one or twice, it should be fine." Marci said. Rachel pursed her lips, and raised her eyebrows.
"Stop it. Nothing will happen. Stop thinking about it or you will make your self late from the stress." Marci said. Rachel could only hope. She loved Leon, and was going to spend the rest of her life with him. She just wasn't sure she was ready to bring a baby into the relationship right now. She also knew she wasn't ready to be a mom yet, either.