A/N.: This chapter is dedicated to my good friend Olly. Chiclete: don't be mad at me for this, I promise this will never ever happen again!
Make him stay
Headache is the only thing I can think about, when I wake up the next morning. I feel so hangover. Did I…drink last night? I don't know. A throbbing pain in my leg brings me back to the reality: probably not, because for getting drunk I needed to be able to walk.
"Hey kid, already awake on this Monday morning?" Sandy asks. He's sitting in one of the basket chairs. Monday? What happened to Sunday.
"Gave us quiet a scare yesterday." He goes on. Yesterday? What happened yesterday?
"Do you remember something?" I only shake my head. What had happened to my brain? Don't tell me it is doomed to be crippled as well. I'm not going to live on as vegetable.
"Maybe better that way. Your leg had been bothering you quite bad. We had to call a doctor and he gave you something against the pain. You immediately fell asleep and didn't wake up again." Okay, maybe really better that I don't remember it.
"Don't worry. The doctor said that the change of the weather was the reason for the pain. You're officially our personal weatherman from now on." And this is funny? I don't think so. There's nothing funny about.
"Besides Summer and Marissa are finally back from France. If you want to see your girlfriend this morning, you should hurry up. She'll pick up Seth for school." Hu? Wait this means the whole six weeks were over. Where are those six weeks? I can't remember those six weeks – at least not completely.
"Stupid question…what did I do in those six weeks?" I ask. I'm really scared.
"You spend most of it in hospital, why?"
"Just…can't remember those six weeks are already over." I admit and climb out of bed. Not being able to use your leg as you used to sucks and I don't even want to think of how long it's going like that.
"Don't worry. It's okay. Do you need any help?" He asks.
"No…thanks." I only answer and then close the bathroom door. Fact, my face looks like crap and that's not only because of the fading cuts, which supposed to leave no scars. Sorry, I don't think this is happening – not to me. I turn on the shower and the hot steaming water relaxes my muscles or what's left from them. Kirsten is right. I really lost a lot of weight. But eating isn't my hobby right now. It's the same old habit: something is bothering me and my stomach answers with a general strike. It never had been different. Okay it has, because my mother never had cared, whether I was eating or not. I guess she thought it was even better, when I didn't eat, because she could save the money for another bottle of booze. My skin starts to burn. My sign to know the shower is finished. I slowly step out of the shower. I'm too afraid I might slip and…yes just hurt my knee or my leg even further. I put on some cloths and it's freaking me out that jeans is not really happening today. This fabric is just…too scrappy on my wounds. Shit. I start to really hate this shit and when I say hate then I'm meaning hate. I slowly make my way into the kitchen.
"Hey Ryan, good to see you awake. Is your leg better this morning?" Kirsten asks and again this concerned look. I whish I wouldn't have gotten up yet.
"Here." Sandy hands me a bagel, but my stomach is so not willing to work already this morning.
"C'mon Ryan. You haven't eaten anything yesterday, you must be hungry." He says. Only now I notice I've been staring at the bagel. I start to eat. Honestly, no matter what I'm doing, I won't even consider it as eating myself.
"Hi!" And on top of it Summer and Marissa enter the kitchen. Not that I'm not happy to see her again, but this is not the best moment to be chosen.
"Ryan!" She calls out and then runs into my arms. She kisses me. Her lips still smooth like velvet. She tastes like the sweetest peach.
"How are you?" She asks. I don't let her know that I can't hear this question anymore.
"Okay, I guess." I answer.
"Do you come with us?" She asks full of expectation.
"Not today." I answer.
"Give him two or three weeks for his leg. Then I'm sure he's more than likely to go to school." Sandy answers.
"Can…can I come by after school today?" She asks I look at Sandy and Kirsten. I'm not sure what they think about this.
"Of course. I told you, when he's out of hospital, he'll need you." Sandy answers and I start to wonder, when they had time to talk to each other and what they were talking about.
"I don't want to disturb our turtle doves, but we shell hurry up, if we don't want to be late." Summer says.
"Oh no, not until Ryan hasn't finished breakfast." Kirsten can be so embarrassing.
"Honey, I have an appointment." Sandy starts protesting.
"Know what, I'm starving." Marissa says and then takes a huge bite from the bagel, so that I can finish the rest, she left.
"Okay, this one time, I just pretend as if I haven't seen anything." Kirsten says, but smiles.
"See you later." Marissa says and then leaves with the others.
In the evening someone knocks on the door again. It's Marissa. She goes through the pool house and starts shutting the blinds. Then she switches off the light and lightens some small candles – even enough so I can see her in her whole beauty.
"Hey." She says and gives me a passionate kiss. Her tongue touches mine. Her tongue is smooth like silk.
"Did you get all my post cards?" She asks in a hoarse sexy voice. I feel pins and needles all over my body.
"Most of them." I answer. She's looking into my eyes. Her eyes are so intensive. She starts stroking the inside of my thigh. I feel how the part down there starts to get hot. I have to fight to control myself.
"I know that you wanted to run." She says and comes closer to me. She lies above me, her hand slowly sliding higher and higher. She starts kissing me again. I sling my arms around her smooth body, my hands slowly sliding under her blouse.
"I know that you're afraid. You're freaking out, every time someone comes to close to you and then you run." She whispers into my ear. Her hot breath spreads through every of my body's fibre.
"And what suggest you to do to help it?" I ask her. She looks deep into my eyes. Her hands touching my chest and her breath goes shallow, but fast.
"Well, I know what to do to make you stay with me." She says and then slowly pulls my t-shirt off. She lies flat on my lap. My hands start to massage her breasts. They are sturdy like ripe peaches. Her breath goes faster and meets my face. She starts kissing my chest and then kisses down, stopping at my belt. She's opening it. I start unbuttoning her blouse. She strips it off.
"What about school?" I ask her.
"I can stay over night." She whispers, her hands sliding slowly under my trousers. Her hands are hot.
"I love you." She moans into my ear.
"I'll never leave you again." I tell her. My hands slip under her bra and I feel how her nipples harden. I open it. She silently moans. I feel how our skin starts to melt into each other. We two start to become one.
"Never stop touching my like that." She says and then pulls of my belt. I unbutton her trousers. She strips them off. My hands sliding down her body. I take her into my arms and then we turn to the other side of the bed. Now I'm lying above her. My hands slowly sliding from her breast, down her thigh. She giggles.
"Shell I tell you a secret?" She whispers, both her arms slung around my neck. "You're the first." She starts nibbling my ear.
"I'll be extra carefully." I reply. The heat radiating from her body pushes me into ecstasy. I start to lose control of time and space. I'm kissing her upper body. When I reach her navel her body tenses up. I slowly lick it. It tastes like the sweetest passion. She starts to pull my pants of. I strip them off and I feel her hand. I never have felt such smooth hands. Her hands slide under my boxers. My kisses reach her lace pant. I kiss her there. Her body tenses up more. Her back lifts from the bed and I can strip her pants off. My hands start touching her. Her body's heat is stronger than the hottest fire. She strips of my boxers. I reach out for the drawer under the nightstand.
"Let me do this." She whispers and unwraps the condom. My hands are gently guiding hers. She slings her arms around my waist. I pull the blanket above us. I don't want her loosing the heat. Her breath goes faster and my heart follows this rhythm.
"Ready?" I whisper. She only nods I lower my body. We're melting into each other. Her body's heat meets mine. A burning sensation runs through my body. Her grip around my neck tightens. She's moaning with pleasure and I never want to stop making her happy. I never want to separate from her. Our bodies slowly move in the same rhythm. It's one body. I kiss her neck. Her body tenses up more and more. She screams a little. I lift from her body.
"No, don't stop. Let us do it the whole night long." She whispers and I lower my body again. I sling my arms around her body, her well shaped butt in my hands and her hands massaging my thigh. We have our rhythm. My body feels as if it's in fire. Every fibre is tensed up. She takes my hand and slowly slides it down her navel. I start licking it again. Her breath goes faster and faster.
"Never stop." She says. "I love you. Don't dare leaving me alone." My tongue slide up her body and I kiss her again. Now she slings her hands around me and then she sits on me. Her face so full of pleasure, my hands around her thin pelvis her hands on me. I again sling my hands around her and again lie above her.
"I like it more that way." I whisper. Her moans getting more and more intense.
"If this is what you learn in Chino, it was worth it growing up there." She whispers. She starts kissing my navel now. Our bodies tense up more and more. We're one body. It feels as if this single body is surrounded by fire. My heart starts beating faster with every of her moans.
"I love you." She says again and again and then we're caught in a hot flash. Our body moves faster and wilder. Her voice in my ears. Her hands around my neck. Her tongue on my body. Everything around us vanishes. We're somewhere between space and time. Her moans getting more and more intensive. Our body is crying for more, more heat. We know we're burning. Only ashes will remain. We don't care. Our body wants more. Our body is crying for us: for her hands on my hips, her lips on my navel and her voice in my ear, for my tongue licking her centre of passion - before entering her again and again -, for my hands sliding down the inside of her burning legs, my lips playing with her. She doesn't allow me to leave her. She holds me tight. I can't escape from her. I have no choice. I'm hers. Every fibre, every emotion, every thought of mine belong to her, for ever. Our body tenses up one more time. I never have felt such a heat before. It's spreading from our centre into every cell of our body. She kisses me and I feel how her body slowly relaxes again. Her body is covered in sweat, but I don't care. I slowly lift from her body and lie down next to her. She snuggles into my arm, our bodies keeping the comforting heat. I pull her tighter and kiss.
"This was wonderful. I never thought that this is so amazing." She says and then falls asleep. We meet each other in our dreams.