Stephanie was wearing one of his long sleeve dress shirts, and a pair of lace panties on underneath. He laid in his bed sleeping, when she slowly sat on top of his chest, one of her knees on each side of his abdomen. She lowered her head, trailing kisses down his chest, before moving in on his lips.
He decided he liked being woke up by kisses. He kissed her back, keeping his eyes closed. He already knew who it was. She smiled when they finally parted. "Morning, handsome," She said, lightly moving her hands around on his chest.
"Aren't you afraid of morning breath?" He asked sitting himself up, but still keeping her in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, moving his hands down her back.
She let out a laugh. That laugh was so beautiful to him. "I think its worth it," she said simply, kissing his neck. He unbuttoned her shirt, wishing he could only do it faster. He slipped it off her, revealing a white lace bra that matched her panties. He slid his hand through her soft hair before leaning her into an embrace.
Chris woke up with a yawn. He was getting used to his reoccurring dreams but still thought he need some psychiatric help for having passionate dreams about the woman he hated for months. He was getting used to it, but still found them quite unnerving and wished it would stop. Wished everything went back to normal.
He got up and decided to put a shirt on seeing as now he wasn't the only person staying at his house. He walked to the kitchen, looking for some breakfast. Stephanie was probably starving after a night like last night. He pulled out some pancake batter, some bacon, and some eggs.
Stephanie groggily walked down the stairs.
"Good morning, Sunshine," Chris called from the kitchen.
She walked in noticing he was cooking. "Hey I didn't think you could cook," She said making fun of him.
"Ha ha, Princess," Chris said.
"Need any help?" She asked walking over to the stove. She say a few burnt pancakes on a plate beside the stove and decided his answer was yes. She laughed. "You go set the table. I'll finish this."
"Good idea," Chris said relieved. "See I usually just have a bowl of cereal. It's not that hard to make." Chris said grabbing some plates.
"Yeah I'm sure. I'll have you make me a bowl sometime."
"Wow, it's been a long time since I had a meal like this. As long as you cook you can stay as long as you want." Chris said before filling his mouth with pancakes.
Stephanie let out a giggle. "Deal."
"So today we have shopping on the agenda. Looking for anything in particular?" Chris said in between bites.
"I'm not picky. Since you are buying them, you can pick them out," A small smile crept on her lips, wondering what he would pick.
Chris suddenly though of her lace bra and panties from his dream and started to blush. "That's not a good idea. You can pick."
She almost laughed at his uneasiness. She knew something like that would make him uncomfortable. "I have a question Chris…" she said getting serious.
"Uh-huh," he said concentrating on his pancakes.
"Don't get me wrong, I am glad you called and let me stay here and all. But why exactly did you call me at two in the morning?"
Chris' head shot up. "Uh…" he stammered. "That's not really important." He said avoiding her question. Now, was not the time to tell her he was having erotic dreams of her every night. Besides, before there was no reason he always saw her when he closed his eyes. Now there was a reason. He was her knight in shining armor, and she was now sleeping in his bed. Now, he could put this off until later. It didn't seem as odd or unnerving now he had a cause for the dreams, he also realized he now had a cause to blame his dreams on.
She looked at him questioningly. "Oh come on Chris. I told you the whole story of my marriage. The least you could do is tell me why you called that night."
"Just had a feeling," He said blowing her off.
Shopping had never been fun for Chris. He hated it with a passion, but with her, it wasn't so bad.
Now, she had enough clothing for a week. "So what do you say? Want to take a stab at cooking again or want to go out?"
She thought for a moment, "I can cook," She smile. "Even though you can't," she added with a mumble.
"Hey!" Chris said in protest. "I can cook. I can make the best macaroni," He said, hearing her laugh again. She seemed so happy as long as she wasn't at home. As long as Hunter wasn't in the picture.
They got home and Chris suddenly felt guilty about lying about his dreams that morning. "Stephanie, did Hunter ever rape you?"
Stephanie turned around, her eyes wide with horror. Her eyes filled with tears. "Yes. He did." Chris automatically regretted asking her. He opened his arms and embraced her.
"Hey sorry. Touchy subject. You don't have to talk," He said rubbing her back. "Besides, you don't have to worry about that again, right?"
She rubbed her eyes then looked up at him. "I want to talk about it."
He was surprised at this but said nothing, letting her take her time to continue.
She sighed. "Not much to say really. I am sure Rape speaks for itself. I cried every time, telling him I didn't want to. He did it anyway violently tearing my clothes off and throwing me in the bed. But once, it was different. Once, he did it very gently. His strength, even though he was gentle, was overpowering me and I couldn't stop him. But he was more gentle than any other time."
She let out another soft sob. "And that's when he got me pregnant."
Chris stared at her for a minute. "You have a child with him?"
She shook her head. "No. Hunter abused me so much for getting pregnant. He said it was my fault, and that he didn't want any annoying little children running around. I ended up miscarrying the baby."
She sobbed leaning her head in his chest. "I had a baby inside of me. A beautiful baby that was so innocent. He murdered it."
Chris rocked her back and forth. "Shhh… its okay Stephanie."