In Your Arms Tonight
Steven Trask
Fieldplume
Hurt/Comfort / Romance
Dee can, sometimes, get a little jealous. Who wouldn't? Your boyfriend has millions of fans lusting over him, and he goes out almost every night!
(Sorry guys, updating issues again.)
Dee brushed her black hair out of her face, sighing. A new text message from Noel. "babe, gonna b late tonite," she read the message aloud, to their cat, who could care less. "K babe. luv u."
No response.
"Of course," she said to no one, after their cat left the bedroom.
She walked to the bed and turned on her noise machine. Womb Noises mixed with Delta Dawn. She tapped to the heartbeat noise.
She shouldn't be upset. Open relationship. How could she restrain him? Millions of women, throwing their hot, sweaty bodies against him... millions of women screaming his name. And then he gets drunk, and he loves female company...
Dee growled, throwing the ear buds out of her ear.
"Fuck him," she screamed to the cat, who had just padded back in the room. He tried to grip on to the wood, but failed, sliding out of the room.
She fell for Noel for that reason. She was on her knees, hopeless, when Noel came and picked her off the ground. There was no way she was strong enough to fight, but Noel helped her.
All she wanted was to be in his arms tonight, but he was in the club.
No one knew why Dee stayed with him. Hell, half the time she didn't even know. She knew, in the back of her mind, that he could leave at any moment. She was at his every command, and everyone knew it. She wasn't fooling anyone...
All she wanted was to be in his arms tonight, but he was always out.
And the funny thing was that a lot of people thought she was the dominant one, that she made the decisions. But she didn't. She was, in truth, just a weak little girl. Isn't that what we are all, inside?
She just loved to be held tight, like nothing could break them apart.
"Dee?"
Dee perked her head up from her computer. "In here, Noel."
Noel stumbled in, but he was hardly drunk. "I got in a fight."
"Oh, baby." Dee got up and walked over to him. "Oh, it's not that bad." She kissed under his eye. "Come on, let's lay down." She stripped him down and got him under the covers. "There."
"Sorry I didn't text you back."
"It's alright. You were busy."
"I shouldn't be that busy." He curled into her, and started to cry. "I'm sorry. I know I'm supposed to be the one there for you, but I-"
"Shh."
Dee sighed, finally in his arms tonight. And she was happy.