Just me writing this... story. I'm sorry to those of you who are patiently waiting for the next installment of Only In My Dreams, I'm having writers block, I have half a chapter written. If I'm really pissing you off, then email me, I accept thoughts and ideas happily.
As for this story, it's a bit... different then what I normally write, so I would like your opinion about it. It is quite a bit into the M rating though, so be warned... And don't be to pissed about the sex, those scenes are not my forte.
'I Love You'
By MhBtMs
She doesn't know when this started. All she knows is that knocking on his door at one in the morning is becoming a bad habit, and she really shouldn't be doing it. He doesn't seem at all surprised when he opens the door to see her standing there, wrapped in a long black coat. He never seems surprised anymore.
But this time is different, they both know it. This time, when he extends his hand, her cheeks flush a brilliant shade of red, and she sits on the couch, still wrapped in her coat. For a minute, he does nothing. He just stares at her hair, and how beautiful it looks in the moonlight streaming through his window. Then, he sits next to her, leather of the couch creaking slightly underneath him.
Tears. That's the first thing he notices when she looks into his eyes. No one can make this woman cry, no one, and it scares him that she is. Without a word, his hands move to the buttons on her coat, slowly exposing the clothing underneath. As he slides the coat off her arms, he can't suppress the horrified gasp at what he sees.
Bruises. Big, ugly bruises all over her pale skin, hand shaped in many places. He wants to know who did this, but he can't bring himself to ask. He chokes back a sob, and pulls her to him, offering her the only thing he can. And she accepts, standing with him, and following him willingly to his bed.
She can sense his fear, he apprehension. She directs his hands to the hem of her shirt.
He looks uncertainly at her face, asking permission to do something he's done many, many times. And at her nod, he slowly pulls the shirt over her head, shuddering at what he sees.
She looks like a punching bag, with her stomach so black and blue. He can't believe that someone did this to her. Tracing small circles gently over the bruised flesh, he thinks of nothing but pain. Pain and suffering that will befall the man that did this to her.
She allows him a few moments of thought before gently moving his hands to her bra. Sadly, he looks into her eyes. For the first time she speaks, " Please, just help me forget. You're the only who can help me forget…"
Tenderness fills every touch as he removes the rest of her clothing, and he is gentler still when he slides her onto his bed. He doesn't remove his own clothing, he just wants to help her.
He climbs onto the bed, straddling her hips. With deep care and affection, he kisses her. Soft, small kisses at first, but then they become deep and needy as her desire grows. He moves his lips to a spot just underneath her left ear, and she goes rigid for a moment, until a small moan escapes her swollen lips. His trail of kisses goes begins to move, softly down the valley in between her breasts, gently across her bruised stomach, stopping for a moment to dip into her navel, then he stops. He stops and looks into her heavy lidded eyes, he can't do it unless she says it now.
"Say it. Tell me to do it or I can't. I don't want to be like…" he stops himself before he goes to far and says, 'I don't want to be like him, whoever he is that did these things to you.'
"Yes, please, I need you to."
That is all he needs, and his head dips, disappearing in between her thighs. At first, he can feel how tense she becomes, but slowly she relaxes under his touch.
He has a steady rhythm as he works his tongue; in, out, in, out, in, out. He can hear her panting now, and with her small moans of encouragement, he moves his mouth up ever so slightly, and lets his fingers take over.
She can feel what she wants approaching fast, thanks to his expert touch. And suddenly it seems that much closer as he begins to hum against her sensitive flesh. Her hips begin to buck into him, and he moves his mouth and fingers faster still. And as she reaches oblivion, she cries what he has longed to hear since the day they met, " I love you, Toby."
Her words surprise him, and he sits back, allowing her to ride the last waves of pleasure before she comes back to reality. He can't help but smile at the look she get after a high like that, and he crawls, still fully dressed, to lay beside her.
When she gains enough strength, she moves to curl against him, but hisses in pain. So instead, she moves as close to him as she can while lying on her back, and shivers. He gently pulls the covers out from under them, and wraps them up in a warm cocoon, their own little world. And in the shelter of their world, he can finally say it, "I love you too, Claudia Jean."
A/N- I hope you enjoyed it. I was planning to write another chapter, so don't hurt me. I like feedback though... so if you want to know what happens I might advise you to say so...
