Lena's POV:
"Thank you again Officer Elkins. I really do appreciate it. Take care," I said as I reached out to shake her hand.
"Take care," she replied as she grasped my hand almost tenderly. Her hands were so strong and I couldn't help but letting my stare linger on them. A fire burned low in my stomach and her touch fanned the flames. She turned to walk away, and I watched her go. She looked amazing walking away. Her uniform emphasizing the curves and muscles of her body. She was...
Shit! I could feel Deena burning daggers into the back of my head. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. I couldn't let her know what I was just thinking. She would get so angry. I turned, smiling.
"Ready to go home babe? We'll stop and get you some dinner. I'm starving! You must be too!." I stated as calmly as possible making the conversation casual and not letting on that my intent was to sober her up.
"I don't know. Are you?," she asked angrily.
"What do you mean?," I asked trying to keep the conversation easy.
"Well, I'm not sure you want to come home with me. The way you were looking at Elkins ass... it didn't look like you were hungry for food. And the way you were touching her face..."
"First of all she is NOT my type. Second of all you busted her face. I figured the least I could do was clean her up."
" Oh yeah? What about MY face?," she screamed jumping up at me, grabbing my arms and squeezing hard. I wince but try not to show she is hurting me.
"Is beautiful. Like always," I almost whisper trying to use a calm, almost seductive tone.
Scenes like this always escalated quickly especially if I raised my voice. It was always better to let her do the yelling and for me to remain as calm as possible. She never yelled when she was sober. Her voice was always calm with a touch of sweetness. She was tough when it came to her work, but for everything else she was soft. But when she drank her brutal, violent side erupted. I suppose it's from suppressing the tragedy of her job and the violence of her past. For what she's seen and what she's endured it's a miracle she can be so soft in any aspect of her life. Her breath hit me hard in the face. The smell of whiskey almost chokes me. And then she is kissing me. I try not to gag at the taste. Just breathe I remind myself. I kiss her back. It's just simpler that way. Humor her until we get home, and then she will pass out within minutes. This is how it always happened.
Deena finally pulled away and threw her arm around me roughly, her weight heavy on my shoulder. "Come on babe, let's go home." I reach into my pocket and feel the card that Officer Elkins gave to me, and a calmness washes over me. I sigh deeply and walk to the car wondering just how much longer I can do this.