"How long?". Kayla sat in her car, with her naked, dirt covered husband, sitting beside her, in the passenger seat. He was turned towards her, with a dark expression on his face. She ignored his question, keeping her eyes on the road, and breaking through the speed limit. She was at 100 mph.
"Kayla, you can't ignore me forever." He sighed. She pressed on the gas, 110 mph.
"Kayla." He said louder and more threatning. 120 mph.
"KAYLA TALK TO ME!" He screamed. He grabbed her arm, with his weakened grip. She slapped it off right away.
"FUCK YOU PETER! I DONT HAVE TO ANSWER SHIT..." She yelled. All of a sudden a cop car drove out from a side street, with sirene's on.
"Fuckin' hell." Kayla muttered. She began to slow her car down and pull of to the side.
"Cover yourself up, asshole.". She said angrily, throwing a blood rag from the backseat at his crotch. It barley covered his lap properly.
She looked in the rear view mirror and found that it was Sheriff Stilinski who was exiting the squad car, pulled up right behind them.
"Just my fuckin' luck..." She muttered, as she rolled her window down.
The flashlight shone brightly in her eyes. She raised her hand to cover her face from the intense light.
"Kayla?"
"Hi."
"Uh... I really don't know how to go about this."
"Well, you said you wanted to meet my husband. Here he is."
"And..."
"Trust me, you don't want an explanation." She looked at him completely seriously. Peter was just turned away, avoiding the gaze of the sheriff.
"You know what? Have a nice night Kayla.". With that he walk back to his cruiser, and just sat there as the car in front, drove away.
The Apartment...
"Go take a shower. You smell like death." Kayla growled at Peter. He sighed and walked out of the room.
Kayla sat down on the couch, and turned on the TV. It was one of her favorite shows from her childhood, Justice League. She tried to watch, to distract herself, but she just couldn't. His smell was everywhere. She could smell his body wash she kept being used again. She could smell his shampoo, mingling with the dirt, and washing away.
It was extremley overwhelming. It was all so much to handle. She loved him so much, but he had betrayed her. He lied to her and betrayed her trust, but now he was back. Was it really worth wasting precious moments with him, being mad? Before she realized they were there, tear began falling down her face, and onto the blanket she was curled up under. Once they started, they wouldn't stop.
She felt strong, bare arms wrap around her. She didn't even hear the shower turn off, or him aproaching. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, and one around her middle. He pulled her onto his lap, putting them both under the blanket, and put her head in the crook of his neck. He held her as she cried. She cried in his arms, until she fell asleep.
She woke up with her bare body pressed against anothers. She started to panic before she recalled what happend. That it was her husband who's arm was around her, hand resting on the bump on her otherwise flat middle.
She snuggled farther back into his embrace. It was much more intimate to be simply in eachothers presence, with nothing in between their bodies. It was just them, and their connection, physical, and mental. She layed her head down on his chest, and let herself drift back into sleep.