Trying to make writing a habit again because life sucks lol. The feedback gave me fuzzies!
I forgot to mention but last chapter was inspired by The Perishers's, "Nothing Like You and I"
I think the story is gonna start picking up the pace a bit…short chapter with eye openers, at least I'd like to think.
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The beginnings of the rising sun illuminate Punk's toned tummy as I gingerly run the tips of my fingers down it and carefully avoiding his bruises from training. Slowly but steadily, his heart thumps into my ear comforting me. His warmth engulfs me like the fireplace that has long extinguished and the throw that covers our naked bodies. His hands play with my tangled hair. Last night had taken a toll on us both but it as well worth it. We've yet to get shut-eye and just lay in silence.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you planned to ravish me from the start." he pops up with a low, gravelly chuckle
Laughing into his stomach, I lift up to see his face, "You saying that I conspired? Maybe it was your reward for such a wonderful date-I don't usually let people in on the cookies...on the first date."
"Meh, I'm going with the conspiracy." he says with a smirk, "But you might've just let loose my sweet-tooth." with that he flips me over whooshing the air from my lungs from the suddenness and giggles.
"Thought you said your back wasn't faring well, liar." I accuse him playfully, "Making me do all the work and shit..."
Lowering to kiss me gently, "I wasn't lying. I guess you just fixed me." he says between kissed that slowly travel down the nape of my neck. Soon as I start to show just how excited I am, he stops and just stares down at my glassy eyes with a look of apprehension, "I've got to tell you something..."
With my hormones killing me, I lean up to kiss him, "It can wait." I state sultrily
Shaking his head, "No, it can't. It's important." the seriousness in his tone and face say so too
"If this has anything to do with Maria, I'm walking." I tell him with no intent on holding back if it is.
"No, no...something else." he clears his throat, "So the head honcho, Vinny, called me up yesterday while I was with the guys-before our date, of course but still whi-"
Oh my...Vince. He-they..Of course they know each other. Phil's in his-yeah. FUCK. Getting antsy by his rambling, "Go ahead, I get it."
"Well, he called and basically said that he's seen me to my thing and wants me to appear at Mania for Cena's entrance...and then have a word or two with me."
Something dropped inside of me. Phil loves his sport: he lives it, breathes it, gave things up for it-it's his dream. A dream that he already has a door half open for. The things is, he'd have to leave things behind: his family being the biggest...and then me. Selfish, selfish...you're not his girlfriend-friends with benefits, maybe..., "That's fantastic, Phil!" however much I tried to sound enthusiastic...it didn't sound like it at all.
Casting a dull smile, "That fake smile isn't convincing anyone, beautiful." rolling off of me, he swings his strong, long, toned legs off the side of the bed.
Kicking myself for sinking his boat, I pull the throw over my shoulders and go behind him, "I'm sorry, it's just...it's gonna be difficult to let you fly off-he's gonna sign you for sure and you'll travel all over...and I'll still be here." letting go of my pride I admit the one of handful things I've been lying to myself, "You kinda dragged me into your jerky, asshole-y charm, again."
Finding my eyes, "Took me long enough." the corners of his lips inch up
Raising a brow, "Was that set up?"
He turns around to look out the window, "Nope."
My shoulders droop, "I'm not going to stand in your way. Vince'd be an idiot not to sign you-I mean; you're pretty damn good at what you do from what I can recall. So, don't dwell on my emotions...do what you gotta do. I may not be happy that you'll be off, but I'm fucking happy that you got what you wanted all along." I hug the man and plant kisses on his shoulder blades.
His rough fingers glide along my arms trying to soothe my uneasiness, "Is that a long way of saying that you'll miss me and you're scared I'll forget you?" when I don't say word, "Nothing's signed and sealed, yet. This chase has been the most difficult and rewarding; fuck all those crazy ideas in your head. Fuck what I let you in on, let's just enjoy the now. Enjoy it after some sleep 'cus I need time to recharge...c'mon." scooting back onto the bed, he motions me to bring it in.
"I'm really, honestly happy for you, Punk." I repeat trying to get that point across. I am, aren't I? Crawling over to his side, I place a tender, sole kiss on his lips, "Somehow, I always knew you'd get up there-not when or how-but I knew."
Fixating his eyes on my face, every detail he observes. Thumbs swipe my bottom lip gently as if they need to be re-glued, "Took Vinny Mac long enough, I do say. I know myself to be the best, cross my heart hope to die. But, thank you. Don't fret just yet, young one. Sleep on it.", with that he pulls me down and kisses my forehead.
For now, we're good...marvelous, even. That's the right now; what about the right after? Happiness comes in moments, rarely ever lasts. When that moment ends, THIS moment, we'll be right back to all the bullshit. Noah's letter that will probably bring Alfredo back into the picture, the scrubbing of skin, deciding whether or not calling up the shrink because of the reasons attached to said skin, getting Micks back on her feet, preparing for the kid's futures-everything.
Closing my eyes shut, tightly, as if doing so will make all thoughts and preoccupations slip away, I force myself into relaxing to the sound of Punk's heartbeat.
Sleep Queen didn't claim my body and mind her for long, probably deemed me not worthy or something. A crack of sunlight welcomes my aching eyes. Fluttering them open, I lift up of the arm that I used as a pillow and as efficiently as I can slide off the bed. Goddamn why's it so co-Oh... Rubbing my arms for some kind of warmth, I bend down to pick up Phil's discarded shirt and pull it on as well as my long forgotten clutch. Underwear...underwear...underwear...underwear...Opening one of the drawers, I find a pair of the sleeping man's briefs and slip 'em on. Lastly, I take the throw and make my way up the stairs that lead up the crawl space.
Upon getting up there, I notice that it leads to the rooftop. Giving Phil another check, I open it and squeeze through. The morning air swirls by leaving my hair fly off in all directions. Like the rest of the house, the rooftop is breathtakingly beautiful. White stone, limestone perhaps, all over. On one side, a set of outside couches surround a fireplace thing. One corner there is a minibar equipped and ready to be used with an expensive looking grill. Another side, a Jacuzzi. This is too good, too good!
Taking my mini-pack of cigarettes out of my clutch, I search and find my lighter. A couple of steps and I lean over the ledge overlooking the cars that pass by every so often and people...feels like I'm T.J. Eckleburg or God even looking down upon the little people.
My mind drifts back to the night before and I close my eyes feeling Phil's rough yet sensuous hand glide over my stomach, down to my hips, pulling my panties down as I kiss him with purpose, with need, with want. The flashback sends goosebumps all over my body. Flashbacks continue and I begin wonder what or how it'll feel when those hands disappear for periods among periods of time. It's rather safe to say that he's gonna be rolling with the big boys soon, that'll bring in big everything: money, power, media...women.
Money rules everything around us. Money is life. Money does buy happiness-it buys everything. Money is power. Power gets shit done. Power gets respect as well as takes it away. Power and money change people-makes them forget who they are. Power and money attract media. Media has the power to take anything done or said and create lies as well as expose things that can very ruin a person. Everything put together attracts women. Gorgeous, head full of teased extensions, caked on makeup, sluttily clothed, plastic molded, groupies and golddiggers-homewreckers.
Inhaling, I pray that this nicotine will enter my body so I can just relax. I'm thinking too far ahead for what we are. What we are has no label. No label but we know we want one...I want one. I want one...I want more and he'll give it because he's going to expect the same...
Running a hand down my face, I mentally berate myself for this. I kept telling myself that I'd stay far from his affection 'cus I'd only hurt him. I've been hurting him...and when he finds out about Noah, he'll only hurt more. Fuck. The poor man cried his heart out yesterday. Releasing things I believed didn't linger on his mind...and me, I'm adding to the list.
Then there's Noah that gives my heart a stabbing heartache. Everything he has done. Everything he has made of me. Everything he has taken. And now he asks for one more thing? And I fight myself for wanting to go through with his request if not to see the face of a demon but find some closure or something that will let me walk off and never look back.
Chucking the cigarette over the edge, I let out a blood curdling shriek and pull out some strands of hair from my head. All this thinking...
Re-entering Punk's room, I close the window and climb down the stairs. On the bed Punk lays in a relaxed position, "Hello beau-ti-ful. I like the way that shirt looks on you...suits ya." he comments coyly
Shimmying seductively, "Smelled like you and I guess..." I shrug my shoulders, "How was your slumber, handsome?" I ask getting nearer and near as he sits up with those eyes half-lidded.
"Left me feeling like a new man, aches here and there but I'll live." he licks his lip, "How about you? You're up before 12, I'm shocked."
Swinging a leg over his hip, I straddle him hips, "Sleep and I didn't get along too well." kissing him, he pulls away and caresses my cheek. I rotate my head and take his finger into my mouth without taking my eyes off of his. Slowly I let it slip from my mouth. My lips move on to attack his moist lips and begin to grind my hips so he'll get the drift if isn't obvious enough.
He smirks and runs his from my down my hips giving my butt a squeeze and a slap making me squeak. He captures my lips in a rough kiss. Sliding my tongue along his bottom lip, entry is lifted and I attack his tongue. His hands roam under my borrowed shirt, exploring like they've never done so before. My body tingles with anticipation as he works away at taking said shirt off.
Pulling away from his mouth, I utter, "Fuck me like you hate me."
"So it was that intense, huh?" questions Punk insinuating the bitemark he now displays
Laughing into the mattress, "I guess so."
"Must've 'cus you had this feral look in those eyes...scared me and turned me on at the same time."
Phil runs his far-from-dainty hands down my spine, giving me shivers. Another time he grazes the scarred part of my skin where both bullets and knife punctured it. His touch makes me wince, not from pain but disgrace-embarrassment.
"Did I hurt you?" I shake my head, "This doesn't make you any less than the beautiful person you are, sweetcheeks." he kisses each and I feel the need to cry, "These show just how strong you are...almost like you're invincible." I prop myself on my elbows and look back at him, "You don't know how fucking terrified I was when I saw...Felt like you were so close and yet gone. I'd never cried for any girl aside from my mom." he admits and the pain is just about enough to bring me to tears
Sitting up, I hug the man, "I do know. That time at the cabaret." holding on tighter, "But we're here. A little on the deep end but here, nonetheless."
Clearing my throat, I untangle myself from him and stand up to stretch out my limbs. It's still pretty early but I'm feeling energized, for once.
"Phil do you kno-OHGOD!"
I 180 and find myself giving a half naked woman a full frontal. Trying to salvage what's too late to be salvage, I snatch up Phil's shirt, "WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A HALF NAKED BITCH IN HERE!?"
Like a deer caught in headlights, Phil splutters without saying anything coherent,
"ME? I LIVE HERE!" flails the woman, "THIS IS MY HOUSE-WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? PHILLIP WHO THE FUCK IS THIS SLUT?"
Mean mugging both this mystery slut and Phil, "SLUT? BITCH, I'LL SHOW YOU 'SLUT'"
Coming at this crazed ho, Phil rapidly stands up to hold me back...letting everything show. The girl stares wide eyed and turns around. My mouth drops and I push the indie wrestler off, "You did have a hussy on the side all along!" I state rather than ask
"What? No-NO. Mar, that's Darcy!" he tries to say in his defense
My eyes widen, "And she's your best guy's ex-girl? How fucking sleazy a dick are you?", I go in as to slap him
"WAIT!" shouts Darcy, "I'm coming in like this because I needed to ask him where he put the soap and razors I asked him to buy!" she explains exasperatedly
"Downstairs bathroom, now move it or you're gonna lose it!" replies Phil urgently
She hurries out the room muttering a straight line of obscenities, leaving a whole lot of tension, "You've got a hell of a lot of explaining to do, Punk." I spit