Contributed by: million-dollar-meister nickelwit
The door slammed shut before Alto could even attempt to get another word out. Defeated, he slumped onto the living room couch and prepared to spend a night alone. He could hear cursing and objects being thrown in the bedroom; he knew better than to attempt to patch things up so soon. A tired sigh escaped his lips. He was not looking forward to his day off tomorrow...
Alto stirred as Sheryl shook him awake. The soft glow of the city's lights gave the apartment the barest of illumination. She had been crying. Eyes red and puffy from tears.
"Why won't you make love to me?" She asked. Naked desperation in her voice. "Six month's Alto, and you've barely touched me." Her arms crossed almost-ashamedly across her chest. "You hold me in your arms in bed. We kiss. But you've never...am I that ugly to you?" She tensed as his expression fell and eyes looked away from her.
"No," Alto replied sitting up rapidly. He took his hands into hers. "You're the most beautiful women in the universe." There was solemnness in his voice that spoke from the heart.
"Then why?" She begged.
He seemed to wilt before her, "I don't want to loose you." Sheryl took a breath and wrestled down the urge to smack him for such a stupid idea. "I'm a virgin," he admitted unable to meet her gaze. "I've never even fooled around with a girl."
"Look at me," she demanded. "I know. I'd be an idiot not to know, but it doesn't matter." She stroked his cheek and placed two fingers on his mouth to silence him. Yes, I've had sex. But I've never made love, Alto. I want to share that with you."
They sat in silence for several long minutes. "I want to make us work," Alto replied. "I just...you come on so strong sometimes."
"And you don't tell me a damn thing sometimes," Sheryl huffed. They both sighed in unison.
"Promise to communicate more," the songstress whispered softly as she placed his hand upon her chest, "And we'll take it slower. "Think you can handle this?"
Alto could only nod.