15.

Duke inhaled sharply at his morning alarm; a warm mouth. Aira had showed how much she missed him every day this week in any possible way she could. She was also ignoring her feelings about losing their child. He tried talking to her about it but she became aggressive with him and went a drank herself into a stupor. He tried to keep thinking but the pleasure sliced through his mind, like bolts throughout his body. She had turned her bleeding situation into an actual period because what was actually happening was a hemorrhage due to the fact the placenta didn't dislodge properly. She saved herself a trip to the hospital by singing away the real truth. They hadn't actually had sex though, but she was making sure he was well taken care of.

"It's the last day of my period." She said from under her sheets. He could tell she changed to her hands. "And, I can't remember, if you liked sex on periods." I swear she is psychic. Not all of her memory fog was lifted since she was the one under the most pressure from Chayla's trouble.

"I'd have sex with you in any way." He knew he sounded like he was growling at her, but what she did with her hands made it hard to sit still through. He felt her mouth encase him and he sighed as she teased him towards satisfaction. This time she didn't slow down, she powered through and he roared his orgasm, tearing her Egyptian cotton sheets off the bed. He gasped and chuckled.

"You're still hard." Aira said from under the blankets, giggling like a school girl.

He pulled her up and she yelped. He stuck his face in her neck, sucking, wanting to leave marks. He felt himself position himself over her, wanting to be inside her. So long since we were closer. He felt like he was trembling, who knew, he probably was. He did know he was squeezing her harder than normal.

"You can, if you want." She panted into his ear. Her nails dug into his back as she trembled. "I'm already ready if you want to. I went…."

He entered her fast making her inhale sharply into his ear, spreading goosebumps over his body. Oh, God, she's like a vise. Then his trouble surged through him, making him gasp. He reached for her hair and pulled it back making her look into his silver eyes. "Oh, I've missed you Aira." He grumbled low as he began to grind into her. He watched her eyes lull back as he made her take everything. He had forgotten what it was like using his trouble like this. She had offered it up to him like offering him a cookie. He could kill her, and here she was again squirting all over his dick as he railed her into the bed. He only moved by feel, and with her being so flexible, she was a whole lot of feel to him. His thoughts turned into just needs, and what he felt he needed was her body. He flipped her on her side, never leaving her, never wanting to. He leaned her leg back, savoring the difference in sensation. She moaned louder, telling him he was in too deep, but it only made him want to go further in. He shouted as he emptied himself inside her but it didn't stop him, he couldn't stop. She was gone for far too long, he told himself. Nirvana couldn't match this high. Time was flying and he knew she had to be tired but he felt like this time around was harder to stop himself. He twisted her in ways he didn't know a human could twist in. The bed was in major disarray by the time he managed calm himself down. Breathe. He looked at her, she was panting, exhausted. His muscles were tense as he closed his eyes. He couldn't even look at her, it made him want to continue. I can do this; I can do…. She touched his face and he opened his eyes and saw that she was biting her bottom lip. He watched the sweat drip off her collar bone. Oh God…. He began kissing her neck again, thrusting deeper into her. She sounded like she was praying to someone in Spanish. He calmed himself down once more after his last orgasm and he had to rip himself off of her like he was stuck.

"Are you okay?" he panted. His heart felt like it was hammering. He could tell he was still rock hard and he so desperately wanted to stick it back in her. Calm down. You've done this at least once. As to save him, Aira decided to let her mouth do the work. Good God…. His thought was lost as she easily led him to his release. "How-how do you do that?" he panted, groaning out the rest or his climax.

Aira laughed as she began to kiss all the way up his stomach. "Your body tells me." She said slowly.

"You're turning me on again." He moaned. He dared to look at her. "Beautiful." He said. She didn't say anything. She just laid her head on his chest. "I love you." He said. He hadn't said it since the day Chayla was hauled away to the asylum. Her whole body seemed to warm up on him.

"I love you too." She said. He could feel the smile on his chest and it made him smile.

He felt bad for what he was about to do, but he had to do this eventually. He wrapped his arms around her. "I want to talk about the baby."

She went rigid. "Let me go." She sounded small.

"Please…." He begged.

"No…." she had started to cry. "How could you ruin this moment? Let me go."

"Aira…."

"LET ME GO!" she burst as she began to fight back, and she was strong. He had never had to wrestle with her, but he saw it would be a sure struggle. He let her go and watched her bound from the bed. Tears streamed her face as she looked at him, hurt.

"Ai…." He reached out to her

"No." she stepped back. It stung.

"I'm hurting too." He said. She shook her head and sped walked to her closet. He looked on the ground for his sleep pants. "Aira!" She came out of the closet pulling up a soft pink spandex romper. A lit joint was already in her mouth as she sped out the door. I fucked up. I shouldn't have rushed it. He just wanted to tell her that he was just as upset. It was the first time he was actually going to have the chance to have a baby and he never got a chance to be excited about it with her. To feel her belly as it grew. He stopped, he was making himself feel the pain even worse. Made him want to go into the Haven Mental Institute and kill Chayla. He realized he was wasting time. He knew what she was going to do, and that was drink. Korn blasted through her house suddenly and he knew he was moving too slow. He got up and rushed through the bedroom door, he had to find her before she hurt herself.

Aira sucked on the joint in her trembling hand. She had lost another baby. Another one. She was losing them like spare change. She could forget Liam's bastard children with effort but Duke's? She was having a hard time forgetting it, especially since she didn't know. She counted, she was ten and a half weeks, damn near eleven. She was almost three months pregnant. That bitch! That stupid whore! She made me lose my baby. How? She looked up at a statue that was looming over her. It seemed to be weeping with her, feeling her pain. This fucking house. The art would change depending on the mood, and feel. She liked the threesome week in the house before all the mess. The art was beautiful and sensual. The statues were in suggestive postures. Enchanted instruments even began playing music. There was someone who made perfumes and scents would fly through the house urging only the happier emotions. A cook book she found suggested that she could affect people with certain recipes.

Aira turned into her office. She kept a bottle of tequila in there, and a six pack of Corona beer. She ran to her hidden mini fridge and grabbed a bottle and twisted it open while puffing. She grabbed the tequila bottle next and uncorked it. She placed her joint on a silicon ashtray and took a long swig of her tequila then downed some beer before hearing Duke call for her. Shit. She put her tequila away and grabbed her beer and joint before heading towards a trick shelf in the room. She pushed open and let it close behind her. She had done exploring, and thanks to her photographic memory she knew there were hidden passages. Her next stop was to cut through to the east wing. Dim lights lit her way as she walked through the chilly under passage. She finished her joint and put it out on the stone wall, dropping it on the floor. She grabbed another joint from her cleavage. She lit it then took a right then a left at a fork. She came to the back of a painting, she looked through its eyes to check her spare bedroom. She stepped out and closed the painting. She left the bedroom and headed straight to the extra pantry room full of things she didn't eat. She was going to donate them, but she hadn't left the house yet.

The east wing had a hallway that was all glass, it was risky, but she had a bottle of vodka in there. She made it to the glass, daring a peek. Duke wasn't there, so she darted. The tequila and beer were warming her bones. Her icky thoughts were melting, but she needed more. She got to the closet and the bottles were in bulk in a corner. She sighed with relief.

She cracked a bottle open. "Hello darkness my old friend." She spoke. She took a long swig of the liquid. It was going down too smooth. Years of too much drinking. "I've come to talk with you again." A tear left her eye as she let the warmth hit her body. She didn't know how she was sitting there. She swooned, looking at the bottle she was drinking. It was half gone. "That's not good." Vomit sprayed from her mouth as she stood up. She grabbed a paper towel roll and wiped her mouth. "You're so stupid Aira." She said loudly.

"Ai?" Duke called. Aira looked up and grabbed the bottle and ran to the back of the pantry, opening the door that led to outside. She made it to the pool when Duke was shouting behind her. How did he get behind me so fast? She thought as she went to run. Her foot slipped off the cement, sending her into the pool, hitting her head on the side as she slid in.

Aira groaned, her head felt like she had a train sitting on it. My vodka. She opened her eyes. "Where is it."

"Aira." He had seemed to just came into the room. They were in the parlor. The fire was roaring loudly. "Oh my God! I thought you were going to drown! You drank a fifth of vodka! I've been looking for you for an hour!" he seemed panicked.

"Where's my vodka?"

"Are you serious?"

Aira moved to get up. Her world spun as she stumbled around. "Where is it."

"I poured it out."

She turned to look at him like he had slapped her. "Wasn't even yours!" she slurred.

"You almost died!"

"And?" she cried. Tears streamed her face. There was a sickening silence while Duke stared at her in disbelief. "I didn't know I was pregnant and I lost our baby!" she screamed. "I was to keep it safe, and I lost it." She cried. Duke ran to her, hugging her so tightly she could barely breathe. Her legs gave out as Duke held her in place.

"The baby was taken from us; you did nothing wrong. Nothing. If I could kill her, I would." He said to her. She could feel his tears on her head but he gave no inclination he was crying.

They stood like that for a few minutes before Aira felt like she could use her legs again. "I'm going to go get redressed." She sounded so small to herself. She wanted to bottle everything she just unleashed back inside. Make Duke smile, keep him happy, and safe. Tears left her eyes as she turned, feeling empty.

"Okay." He sounded like he didn't believe her. She rushed out toward her bedroom, trying to get there as quickly as she could. The whole day, now afternoon was ruined. She of course knew it was her fault the whole day was ruined but she wanted to blame Duke. By the time she got to the stairs her feet felt like lead stumps. She swayed forward a bit, alcohol still swarming her system. God, I'm sobering up. She didn't want that, so she caught herself and hurried to her room. She wandered over to her closet instantly digging into her open dresser. Since she was already naked from when Duke taking off her wet clothes all she had to do was find new clothes. She pulled out a red faux long john with buttons on the butt that actually let out. It had taken her a month to make it and it fit her perfectly. She was thinking of adding onesies to her collection, expanding her swim attire empire that exploded with popularity. She basically had a stock immediately and it was worth a lot more than she thought it would at this point. The fabric was warm and soft on her damp, chilly skin. She lumped her hair on top of her head and checked in the mirror to make sure she didn't look silly. She walked to another corner or her closet and dug behind another dresser. She pulled out a package of Oreo's, double stuft, her guilty pleasure. She then reached in further and pulled out her s'more's schnapps. She shoved a cookie into her mouth and took a large swig of the schnapps, savoring the flavors together. She gave a laugh as a tear rolled out. Always the fat girl, Ai. Enjoy it. She felt like she was losing her shit. She swigged the schnapps as she walked out of her room. She made a right and she hit right into Duke. She looked up, blinking stupidly as she tried to clear her blurred vision, her contacts were messing up. "Wha…."

"If you were coming back like you were supposed to, you wouldn't have run into me." Duke said calmly. His eyes darted to the bottle of alcohol in her hand. "Where did you find that?" his anger flared.

"Why? Tu no eres mi papa." (You're not my father.) She gave him attitude, enough attitude that would have deserved a slap if it was actually her father. Her dad didn't take her shit when she decided to mouth off, and she only mouthed off when she was in the wrong.

"I may not be your dad, but I will put your ass in place. You are out of line, give me that damn bottle, you shouldn't be drinking." His eyes were stern and she felt her nipples harden as she handed him the bottle. Why did that turn me on so much? She backed up, then moved away quicker, dashing passed her bedroom. "Aira!" he called after her. For all I know my period is still on and I don't remember if I even grabbed a tampon! You're so stupid AIRA! She hated herself right now, at this moment as she zipped through the confusing halls that she had already memorized thanks to a photographic memory. She ran into a room that was wall to wall black. A motion light triggered, revealing a Manhattan King bed in the far end, looking like it was a silky fur animal. She rubbed the contacts out of her eyes crying. Black dresser, black chandelier, black vanity, and as she turned in a circle to see the room, she saw Duke in the doorway breathing hard, shirtless in black pajama pants. His long, wavy hair was in his face and moved as he huffed. Her breath caught in her throat when she took him in. He began walking to her slowly, but she backed up like he was going to run. She hit a foot stool with her ankle and fell towards the bed. When she looked up he was already in front of her, trapping any escape.

"Chayla didn't know you were on bipolar meds." he said simply. "You haven't been taking your meds have you?"

Aira tried to remember back, searching hard. She let another tear fall, hating it as it fell. Too many fucking tears. "No"

He leaned over her slowly and she could feel her breathing change. She felt like she was always turned on at the wrong moments. She watched his eyes trail down her body and she let the smallest noise out. He looked back deep in her eyes. "I love you, Aira. So, let me love you." She knew she probably looked a mess as tear streamed her face. He kissed her, wiping her tears away as he did. She wrapped her arms around his chest and scratched her nails down his back and he moaned into her mouth. She felt his hand find the buttons in her onesie and she let him slowly ease her legs back, giving him full access to her. He entered quickly causing her to grunt. He kissed her neck biting her every now and then. She thought it was going to be the first time he had managed to not rip her clothing during sex up until she had her orgasm. She clutched him tight and he froze as she screamed her release. He leaned up, holding her thighs tightly to his body with an abnormal strength. My periods not over! She suddenly remembered. His eyes glowed a bright silver, and he shivered as he looked at her. She watched as he tore her favorite onesie like tissue, to show her breasts. Then he placed his face in her chest, licking in between her breasts. He pressed further in her and she grunted more and he growled, like her noises pleased him in some basic barbaric way. He went to move her legs and the fabric restricted her movements. So he took his hand from her breast and tore some more of the fabric, making unfixable. He threw one of her legs over his shoulder then grabbed her waist tightly, almost too tight. She gripped the sheets, preparing herself for what he was about to do. He never started slowly, always right in, all the way in. It was like she weighed nothing to him as he lifted her slightly off the bed as he came. He twirled them around so quickly she felt her world spin. He was on his back somehow. How did he do that? Did he seriously pick me up like a doll? She tried to move up to 'free up space in her womb' she called it but he would let her. He held her down with strength. "Grind." He instructed through gritted teeth.

"I-I can barely br-breathe." She sounded like she was whining.

"That makes me want you to do it even more." He grunted as he stared at her, helping her start to move her hips and she gave a whimpering sound as she struggled to take him in.

"Let me do it. Let go." She said, breathless. She put her hands on his hands as her body warmed as she felt an orgasm creeping.

"I'm not stupid." His voice was husky. "Grind." That last one was a demand. She looked him in the eyes as she bit her lip and rolled into an orgasm just as she barely started to move. She could hear the sound of her cum slapping against them both as he began lifting her up and down. He wouldn't let her go, though but made her continue and she loved it. Slowly her mind blanked and she could only fee. He moved her in different positions and each one was heaven. She ended up on her face and her ass up and she wasn't sure if he had even left her yet. He roared over and over as he came in her. He paused finally, shaking. She couldn't move, he was too strong, so she waited. He pulled out and collapsed next to her. She crawled to cuddle next to him. He went rigid then relaxed.

"Duke." She felt small.

"Yes." He looked down at her.

"I'm sorry…."

"You did nothing wrong."

"But my meds…."

"You simply forgot." He said.

"I'm a mess." She said. "Why do you stay? This is what happens to me. This is how I am un-medicated." She motioned to herself

"Well, we can start your meds again, no biggie," He squeezed her. She loved the feeling. "And we can hopefully change the drinking back to just weed?"

Aira felt guilty. She had broken her vow to herself not to become a crazy alcoholic again. Made her think of her past. "Yes, just weed. I want to stay the Aira you love."

"I'd love you in any way you came in." He kissed her. "I don't think I have ever said or felt that about anyone."

"Really?" Aira said, sounding skeptical. "You probably forgot."

"I'm serious."

A sharp pain to the forehead hit her, bringing horrifying images. "And Duke, I've been having these dreams." She said quickly as she remembered them. They always came like lightning memories but this she remembered when she hid from Chayla and sang a few little songs from her ancestors. The songs made her see things she had brushed off as nothing but her imagination for years and she had forgotten it all until now, but now they were clearer, even the memories from her childhood. She felt her eyes dart back and forth like she was actually seeing it.

"Calm down, Ai." Duke said. "About?" He smiled down at her.

"Haven is trying to get rid of me." Duke lost his smile. "I just remembered them, but I feel like my meds will make me forget, so please remember what I tell you. I didn't notice the warnings, I'm not crazy I swear."

"No, I don't think you are." Duke sat up, but it exposed the fact that he was still hard. Aira couldn't help but laugh. "No, I'm listening I swear!" He panicked.

"You can't lose it after we have Trouble Sex, can you?" Aira asked.

"Trouble Sex?"

"This… what we do." She pointed back and forth between them. "On my monthly, with your trouble." She leaned into him. "You fuck my brains out."

He smirked. "You always catch me off guard when you curse like that, and no, I can't…." She grabbed him and he grunted. "I don't think I'll be able to stop…."

"You should contemplate another place to penetrate." She rhymed. He was on her in an instant and she laughed. "I'll tell you after." She said right as he prepared to start another round.