It was three A.M. when Sonny woke up, it was still dark out, and he highly believed anyone was up at this hour. His arms where wrapped around his lover, but something was not right. She was shaking in her sleep, not violently, but she looked like she was in pain. Her eyes where shut tightly and her body trembled as her breath was ragged. Sonny thought for a split moment that Roxy was having a seizure, but after a moment Sonny saw that she was only suffering from an intense night terror which relieved him greatly; he was still scared, though. Sonny slipped his arm from around Roxy's waist and sat up in the bed. He grabbed Roxy and carefully pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders and the other hand started to caress her cheek. He gently shook her, trying to wake her from her night terror, but it didn't work. Then Sonny started to whisper sweet, caring things into her ear. He whispered things like what he was going to do to her when she woke up and how much he was in love with her, and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with no one else but Roxy.
As Sonny tried to wake Roxy, she was dreaming of her worst nightmare... She was in Sonny's room with him. She was sitting on the edge of the bed near the opposite wall and Sonny was lying down with his arm covering his eyes since the curtains where open and the sun was beaming through the window. Roxy was talking about some random thing when Hank busted through the door. Sonny removed his arm from his face and stared at his father who now stood at the edge of the bed near Sonny, scowling at his son.
"Alright let's move, get up." Hank said sternly. "You get out of my God damn house right now!" He yelled at Sonny. Then he pushed some small trinkets off of Sonny's dresser in fury. This pissed Sonny off, so he reached under his pillow and grabbed his piston, pulling back the knick.
Roxy screamed as Sonny stood up and pointed the gun at Hank's Adam's apple. "You get out!" Sonny shouted, his hand shaking just the slightest. He moved forward making Hank move back and Sonny actually threw his father down the stairs. Roxy, out of blind fright and curiosity, followed Sonny down the stairs and into the living room where she heard Sonny calling Hank "a lousy piece of shit".
Sonny picked his father up by the arm and pushed him harshly. "Oh, what are you going to do, huh? What are you going to do?!" He yelled sternly, pushing Hank back on the ground, this time near Buck. Sonny pointed the gun to Hank's head. "You like how it feels, huh? How do you like it? Come on, are you t tough guy now? You think you're so tough?"
Roxy walked over to Buck cautiously and reached her hand out to Sonny. "Baby, please stop this! Look what you're doing! By acting like this, you are no better than them! Sonny please just stop!" She pleaded.
Sonny simply ignored Roxy. He backed away from his father, but still towered over him with his back to Roxy and Buck. "Say something." He ordered his father. When Hank didn't respond Sonny kicked him harshly in Hank's side. "Say something!" He shouted. Sonny sighed heavily and backed away from his father again. Sonny sat down in the brown, leather chair behind him and next to the couch where Buck sat, staring wide eyed at his grandson. Roxy just stood besides Buck and she felt like she was going to puke from the anxiety.
"Get up." Sonny demanded, but in a more calm tone. Hank did and stood opposite of his son. "You hate me." He said simply.
Hank didn't respond.
"Answer me," Sonny asked more asserting this time, "you hate me, don't you?"
"Yeah, I hate you... I always did." Hank retorted without a moment's hesitation.
Roxy felt her heart drop at the sight of this, she looked over at Sonny and her eyes pleaded him to just stop all of this madness. For him to just go back upstairs with her and forget all of this had happened.
"Well, I always loved you." And without any sign of a warning, Sonny turned the pistol towards his own chest and pulled the trigger, instantly killing himself. At the sound of the gun being fired and the sight of Sonny's body thrusted back onto the leather chair made Roxy's eyes start to water and a loud gasp escape her throat.
"Sonny?" She asked shaking. "Sonny?!" She asked again, this time she shouted out of shock. She ran over to Sonny's lifeless body and held his face in her palms. His dead, empty brown eyes stared into the distance. Roxy began to weep as she cradled Sonny's face in her hands. She pulled his body over to her and rested Sonny's head on her chest as she placed her chin on top of Sonny's skull. She cried loudly and whispered for Sonny to return to her, but nothing happened. Sonny was dead and Roxy was once again alone…
Roxy suddenly woke up to the sound of Sonny's voice. She slowly fluttered her eyes open and looked up to see Sonny staring down at her. There were tears streaming down his face, but then he smiled at her.
"You're awake, I'm so glad." He replied as he pulled Roxy into a warm embrace; she hugged him back and breathed in the sweet, smell of his natural aroma.
"What happened?" Roxy asked plainly, still holding on to her lover as she stroked his dirty-blonde hair.
He pulled away from Roxy and kissed her forehead. "You where having a really bad nightmare. You where shaking and trembling violently… I almost thought you were having a seizure." He told her sadly. Sonny looked deep into her blue eyes and sighed. "You don't know how scared I was." He whispered.
"I'm sorry." She whispered back. There was a question stuck in the back of Roxy's mind and she had to know the answer to it. "Sonny, can I ask you an important question?"
Sonny smiled, "Of course you can, my love."
"H-have you ever thought of killing yourself, Sonny?"
Sonny looked away from Roxy. "Sonny?" she asked, her hand reached out to his chin and she tenderly pulled on it so he would look at her. "Sonny, please answer me; I have to know."
"Yes," Sonny said suddenly, turning his gaze back to his lover. "But only once or twice, because of my father, but I was too much of a pussy to go through with it. Why do you ask?"
"That was my nightmare. You and I were in your room talking and then your dad busted into the room where he started to verbally abuse you. You snapped and you pulled a gun on him. You pushed him down the stairs and into the living room where you asked him if he hated you. He replied with a yes and that he always had but then, then…" Roxy began to cry again, feeling the tears run down her face. Sonny pulled Roxy into another warm hug and rocked her gently in his arms. The feeling of Sonny's bare chest against Roxy's skin made her feel more secure which relieved her deeply. Roxy continued, "And then you shot yourself. It was so terrifying, the dream felt so real I actually thought it was happening! I felt so sad of that fact that you where gone!" Roxy continued to weep and Sonny continued to rock her. "Sonny, please promise me you won't commit suicide. Just the thought of you gone makes me cry."
Sonny pulled away from Roxy and leaned in close to her. "I promise with all of my heart, I won't kill myself. Now that I have a reason to live it would be plain stupid to leave you alone." He leaned in more and kissed Roxy on the lips passionately, sealing his promise with that kiss. As their lips moved away from each other's, Sonny smiled weakly. "Let's go back to bed, it's late and you need sleep after such an exhausting nightmare."
Roxy just nodded and lay down next to her lover. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her closer to his body where Sonny rested his chin on top of Roxy's head and caressed her naked back reassuringly. It wasn't long before they both fell back asleep.
***
Roxy woke up and rose idly, bed covers slowly gliding down her naked body. She put on her pale pink silk sun dress as she turned down the bed, meanwhile, Sonny who was lying next to her not five minutes ago, a slow riser, caught a glimpse of her tender bosom as she put the sun dress on her body.
He watched her leave the room, with gentle footstep into the medium sized, en-suite bathroom, a loving smile gracing his lips. He heard the shower being turned on, and the soft pattering against the glass door to the shower of cascading water. As she gently hummed a tune under her breath, as she did every morning, he thought of her undressing for her shower and bit his lip lightly… lowering the sun dress; it brushed her hips, revealing her secrets from the night before, and her soft, warm skin.
He envisaged her face; round and bearing that incredible smile she always wore, in all perfect proportions her icy blue eyes that glimmered in the spotlight of the skylight above, the morning sun emphasized her hourglass figure and made her naturally pink lips shimmer. The skylight being the only source of light in this rural area, she lit a few fragranced candles that flickered against the white tiles, the warm glow now filled the room as she entered the shower, and allowing the tumbling water moisten her skin.
He awoke and rose and intently walked towards the en-suite completely naked, the scent of the lather from the shampoo lightly brushed his nostrils, his intentions now apparent as he silently tip-toed into the shower, she was unaware, the lather covered her eyes and he put his arms around her waist and firmly pressed her against him, her tender breasts flattened against his lithe physique, they faced each other but she was still unable to see, he kissed her lips tenderly, and she recognized the taste, he knew this but softly said 'Guess who?,' in an alluring tone, he licked the edge of her lips and the two tongues met in the middle, as the kiss deepened she felt his hard manhood against her thigh, and let out a soft moan, she clasped it in her left hand and he slid his hand up her stomach to her breast, smooth with the lather that trickled down her, he rubbed softly and she soon met his tempo.
The room darkened as a couple of the candles scattered around the room dimmed and Sonny push her up against the tiled wall. His hand fell from her breast to her thigh and slid to her pelvis rubbing down to her womanhood, as wet as he was hard, his other hand gracing the edge of her bum… he pressed her against the wall harder and she let out a soft groan from beneath her breath, together they rubbed harder and stronger, their lips clashed in a fury and he held her up as she put her legs around him, arms over his shoulders, together they bonded like the night before, she clasped his manhood and placed it inside her, then together they rubbed up and down the wall, smoothing the water like a trail, causing a strong glimmer and reflection Sonny could see himself in, her nails dug into his back and he squeezed her bum tightly.
They sat down on the floor opposite each other, Roxy sat with her legs open for Sonny, he leaned forward and gently kissed her on the ear lobe and licked it playfully, and he whispered "I love you."
Roxy replied then immediately, "I love you, too." Sonny lunged on top of her, this surprised Roxy in the best sort of way, together they mixed and held together tightly, rolling over with some force until one would be pinned down and took control of the action, Sonny grabbed Roxy's breast and clenched it, he pulled it up towards his mouth and sucked until a love bite appeared around her nipple, she loved the sensation and responded by pressing him against the wall, but he wanted to remain in control so he pushed her onto her back and penetrated her softly, it was the perfect mix, by now she was wetter than the shower walls and he could feel the warmth around his manhood, barely a moment later and Sonny fell onto her and Roxy let out a moan of pleasure, the climax was more than they both expected. Sonny rolled off her and they lay there in the shower for a few moments.
Sonny got out of the shower first, grabbing a towel from the rack and walking back into Roxy's room. After spending a few more minutes in the shower, she followed Sonny's lead; she grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her body, and left the shower, walking into her room to see Sonny dressing in his correctional officer's uniform. He looked over at her as be buckled his belt and slid his I.D. card into his pocket. Roxy walked over her dresser and pulled out a pair of panties and a bra, and then she opened another drawer and grabbed a pair of black jeans, and a violet, short sleeved shirt. Sonny watched Roxy as she dressed, he studied her movements. The way she pulled on her jeans, the way she hooked her bra, the way she slipped on her shirt… it all amazed Sonny; for what, he did not know.
"Sonny," Roxy said, breaking through his daydream, "can I ask you another question?"
"I'm all ears." He replied, still watching her.
"Do you wanna move in with me? I mean, I get lonely staying here by myself and it would be nice to you here with me, but if you don't want to I understand."
Sonny moved over to Roxy and grabbed her hips, pulling her close to him. "Only if you agree to become my girlfriend, I mean we have had sex and I don't want to be known as a womanizer and such."
Roxy turned in his arms and bit her life playfully. "Hm, do you even have to ask? I mean, I do love you and I don't want to be known as a slut and such." She smiled broadly, mocking him, and gently kissing the tip of Sonny's nose.
"Good," He smiled too, "I'll gather all of my stuff if we can stop at my house before I drive us to work this morning."
"Oh shit, I have work today." Roxy groaned.
"Yeah, babe, you do." He chuckled lightly. "So before I drop off at work do you mind if we stop at my house so I can pick up my things?"
"It's no problem. You know, I'm really happy we took our relationship to where it is now, even though we've just begun." She whispered.
"I'm glad we did too." He grinned. "Are you hungry?" He asked randomly, still holding onto Roxy's hips.
She shook her head. "No, but if I do get hungry then I'll just get something from the chef. Why are you hungry?"
"Not really, I was just wondering if you did." Sonny lied, trying to hold in the growling of his stomach, which he did successfully.
The phone rang and Roxy walked over to the phone, slipping out of Sonny's arms, and looked at the caller ID.
"Who is it?" Sonny asked idly, buttoning one of the buttons of his shirt.
Roxy read the caller ID. "It's Paul." She replied, turning to Sonny.
"Well," he said licking his lips, "aren't you going to answer it?"
Roxy hesitated for a moment while the phone still rang. She finally made up her mind and picked it up, but after a moment, she set it down on the receiver; hanging up on Paul. "It can wait until later." Roxy smiled.
Sonny smiled in amazement of his new girl, happy with the decision he made.