"Only physical"
Author's Note: I feel so giddy. TWOPer's have left reviews for some of my standalones. I really respect their opinions and love their stories. The fact that some of them have taken the time to read and review my work inspires me to write more. Honestly though any reviews are really really really appreciated. To know that someone out there is reading your stuff, is a great thing. Take care and enjoy!
When it started, it didn't mean anything. Not really. Not like in the movies. That's why they thought they were ok. If feelings and emotions weren't involved, then they weren't in too deep. They could still pull out in when they had to, which they would for the sake of others. No, it was a good a thing their relationship was purely physical. There was nothing more. There couldn't be anything more. Besides they were as wrong for each other as two people possibly could be.
"What are you doing here?" she would hiss at him when he randomly appeared at her house one day.
The mansion was vacant and lonely. When her father and stepmother were out of town and the hired help was gone, the house felt gigantic. She would try and stay at Coop's during those times, but those times became more frequent and Coop's availability became less frequent. Then she obtained Seth, which helped for awhile, but he left too. She just couldn't people around her to help her feel a little less alone is the big, scary world. Not until he showed up that is, but he didn't count. They're relationship was purely physical.
He would just smile a half smile at her when she asked him this. He would ignore the annoyance in her voice and instead barge in. He wouldn't wait for the invitation for he knew it would never come.
"Brought you this," he would mumble as he handed her a salad and the paper. "You need to eat healthy and know about stuff," he would explain as she arched a perfectly manicured eye brow. "The world's important you know," he'd continue as he made himself comfortable.
"See you got orange juice and milk," he'd say please as stood in front of the refrigerator, inspecting. "Good source of calcium and vitamin C," he added as if he needed to clarify why he had complimented her beverage choices.
After checking up on her, he'd grab her hand and lead her to her room. Each time he would tell her it was because he wanted to make sure she made her bed. He was such a mother, too bad he didn't have a good one. He looked out for others, but it didn't matter that he looked out for her. After all he didn't really care. Not really. Not in that true love soulmates kind of way.
"Looks clean enough," he would tell her before grabbing her arm and pulling her close to himself.
"Must inspect you now," he'd whisper in her ear before checking her body for bruises, scratches, and other signs of mutilation. Each time he would come up empty handed for she was the kind of girl who had flawless, perfect skin.
"Now for your reward." This is the part she really liked, the part she looked forward to. This was where he leaned in and kissed her and explored her body with his tongue. This is where they had passionate sex, messing up the made bed. This was the only human interaction she experienced during her dad's trips that summer, and it didn't really count because it was only physical.
Author's Note: I feel so giddy. TWOPer's have left reviews for some of my standalones. I really respect their opinions and love their stories. The fact that some of them have taken the time to read and review my work inspires me to write more. Honestly though any reviews are really really really appreciated. To know that someone out there is reading your stuff, is a great thing. Take care and enjoy!
When it started, it didn't mean anything. Not really. Not like in the movies. That's why they thought they were ok. If feelings and emotions weren't involved, then they weren't in too deep. They could still pull out in when they had to, which they would for the sake of others. No, it was a good a thing their relationship was purely physical. There was nothing more. There couldn't be anything more. Besides they were as wrong for each other as two people possibly could be.
"What are you doing here?" she would hiss at him when he randomly appeared at her house one day.
The mansion was vacant and lonely. When her father and stepmother were out of town and the hired help was gone, the house felt gigantic. She would try and stay at Coop's during those times, but those times became more frequent and Coop's availability became less frequent. Then she obtained Seth, which helped for awhile, but he left too. She just couldn't people around her to help her feel a little less alone is the big, scary world. Not until he showed up that is, but he didn't count. They're relationship was purely physical.
He would just smile a half smile at her when she asked him this. He would ignore the annoyance in her voice and instead barge in. He wouldn't wait for the invitation for he knew it would never come.
"Brought you this," he would mumble as he handed her a salad and the paper. "You need to eat healthy and know about stuff," he would explain as she arched a perfectly manicured eye brow. "The world's important you know," he'd continue as he made himself comfortable.
"See you got orange juice and milk," he'd say please as stood in front of the refrigerator, inspecting. "Good source of calcium and vitamin C," he added as if he needed to clarify why he had complimented her beverage choices.
After checking up on her, he'd grab her hand and lead her to her room. Each time he would tell her it was because he wanted to make sure she made her bed. He was such a mother, too bad he didn't have a good one. He looked out for others, but it didn't matter that he looked out for her. After all he didn't really care. Not really. Not in that true love soulmates kind of way.
"Looks clean enough," he would tell her before grabbing her arm and pulling her close to himself.
"Must inspect you now," he'd whisper in her ear before checking her body for bruises, scratches, and other signs of mutilation. Each time he would come up empty handed for she was the kind of girl who had flawless, perfect skin.
"Now for your reward." This is the part she really liked, the part she looked forward to. This was where he leaned in and kissed her and explored her body with his tongue. This is where they had passionate sex, messing up the made bed. This was the only human interaction she experienced during her dad's trips that summer, and it didn't really count because it was only physical.