He puffed idly on the cigarette dangling in between his fingers. He was lying in his bed, his sheet covering half of him and his arm was around her. He had just had the most amazing night of his life and sleep wouldn't come to him.
He kissed her and kissed her, until he couldn't tell where he ended and she began. It was so bittersweet, so gentle. If only the other bar patrons could be that understanding.
He felt someone tap his shoulder and he let go of her to turn around. It was his brother, who looked awkward.
"Murph, maybe ya should just take this up to the apartment. I'll go stay with Da tonight," he said, looking at the floor. Murphy smiled at him and turned to Kat.
"Whad'ya say?" he asked with mirth in his voice. Her tears had dried and she smiled.
"Okay," she said in a soft tone. He took her hand, led her back to the bar, grabbed his coat, and led her out the door.
"What've you been up to, kitty kat?" he asked, using his pet name for her. She began to swing their hands back and forth and smiled.
"Other than thinking about how fucking stupid I am? Working, sobbing, listening to The Smiths full blast non-stop," she said. He smiled and kissed her hand. He loved how sarcastic and witty she was. Conversations never got boring with her.
"How about you, Murph? Been on any 'jobs' lately?" she asked. Of course she knew everything about what he, his brother, and his father did.
"Nope. Even if there had been a job, I wouldn't have gone on it. Da and Connor have been tellin' me that I'm too much of an emotional wreck lately and that I've been actin' like a girl," he said. She laughed, but it was a cruel, cold laugh that died shortly. She turned to him and stopped.
"I'm sorry I did that to you," she said. He looked into her eyes, which had turned into an emerald shade of green. Her lips were swollen and bruised from all of their kissing in the bar.
"I was askin' fer it. Doin' what I did, I feel worthless to ya," he said, stroking her cheek. She shuddered from the close contact and closed her eyes briefly. "C'mon," he said. "Let's get back to my place."
She smiled and followed his lead. For another block and a half, the two walked in a comfortable silence, anticipating getting to Murphy's room.
When they arrived at his building, the excitement in Murphy was at a boiling point. He would turn and look at her and the intensity in her eyes would melt him. In the block and a half that they walked to his apartment, he turned and looked at her four times and each time, he was so close to just pulling her into a dark alley and having his way with her there.
As soon as they stepped into the elevator, he pushed her into the wall and attacked her mouth with his lips. Electricity jolted through his body as she kissed him back with the fervor that matched his and he felt her hands running through his hair. His mouth moved from hers to her jaw line and her neck and the moans she was making were almost enough to bring him over the edge. Just as he was about to unbutton her coat, they arrived to his floor.
He grabbed her arm roughly and walked as fast as he could to his doorstep. In what felt like years, but was only seconds, he opened the door and pulled her in as he stepped in. He slammed the door shut and backed her up into the door, once again assaulting her mouth with his.
His hands began to unbutton her coat to reveal the tight gray sweater she wore underneath and his hands raked the flesh underneath it. It was warm and inviting, just like her mouth. His hands worked up to the bra that held her bust and once again, excitement shot through him. He knew she was well endowed and, least to say, he was a boob man.
His mouth became disconnected with hers and she pulled the gray sweater off and left her standing in her mini skirt and red bra. He just stood there, inches away, and stared. She was more beautiful than ever in this state. Her lips were red and swollen; her hair (which was a mess initially) was tussled from his hands running through it, her eyes were no longer grey with emotion or green with anticipation, but blue with lust. Her skin was pale and translucent in the dark of the apartment and her small waist and overflowing bosom were enticing. She smiled that infamous smile that could soften the coldest mobster.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she said, stepping forward and pushing off his coat. When he just continued staring at her, she found his belt and unbuttoned it, throwing it to the side. He still said nothing.
"Murphy, what's up?" she asked wrapping her arms around him. He could smell her perfume again and it took him a minute to muster up what he was going to say.
"Why did you come back to me?" he said, pushing a piece of hair out of her face. "I did the one thing that ye asked me never ta do, and here we are, half naked and back together again," he said. She looked up into his eyes again and he could see that she hadn't lost that lustful sapphire gaze.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails," she said in a soft whisper. "My mother gave me a bookmark with that on it when I was 16 and I found it again after we broke up. I read it and knew that what we had wasn't just a relationship, but love. Real, honest to goodness love. And I couldn't just throw that out because you made an honest mistake," she said, stroking the scar above his right eyebrow lightly.
His heart was about to burst from happiness. He took her chin in his hand and kissed her with all the love he could muster. That night, for the first time in his life, he didn't just fuck or shag or have sex. He made love.
He looked down at the girl that held his heart. She was asleep; her arm wrapped around his midsection, her curls splayed everywhere. He knew that she deserved better. Christ, why would she settle for him?
But that poem, that verse from the bible, stuck to him like glue. She really did love him if she said all those words to him the night before.
And all he knew he could do was love her back. But he also knew that he had something, that he had gained something from all this.
He was redeemed.
A/N: Done! Reviews, please and thank you!
