Chp 5
Brandon woke up a little earlier than usual. He scanned the room; only then he realized that he's at Emmy's place. His hands were wrapped around Emmy and she was cozily snuggled in his arms, with a smile on her face. She had affected him greatly. When he fucked with other women that were just for pleasure and release but with Emmy, he felt great, content and happy. This wasn't his normal and usual fuck…, this was love – him making love to her.
Brandon was not the type of 'being in a relationship' kinda guy. His relationships usually last up to four months. Emmy made him think different. She's a strong woman…, well, obviously because one – she's a cop and two – the night that she kicked him, yeah it hurt a lot. He tangled his fingers in her hair and combed them lightly. Her face was so serene and peaceful. Brandon held her as if his life depended on her and resumed his sleeping.
(The next day – Emmy's POV)
I wake up when the alarm hit at 7.30 am. I groan and feel slightly sore. Last night was a great experience and I kinda felt great, though right now, I'm stuck in Brandon's arms. I poke him very lightly at first and he stirs a bit, loosening his arms, but still holds me close. I poke him again and his lips form a smile. I make a daring move and kiss him. Then, he wakes up and switches position with me, being underneath him. "Good morning, my dear", I say. He gives me a passionate kiss and say, "Good morning, Emerald. Do you have to go to work?". "Yes, I do. I need to make a living, mind you", I say.
"Does any police officer of NYPD ever takes a day off?", he asks. "Yes they do, but most spend time with their families", I answer. His smile drops of from his face and he gets up to dress. "I'm sorry, Brandon. I didn't mean to offend you", I say, fearing that he might leave. "We do have to make a living, don't you?", he says and he's being sarcastic. He walks to the door and I yell at him, "Brandon, stop! Don't go! Please!". He stops and I'm crying. I don't want him to leave; I didn't mean to hurt him by mentioning the word 'family'.
He grasps my chin so I could meet his gaze. His eyes show the pain of his past. "I'm sorry. I truly am", I say. He wipes the tears away and kisses my eyes. "Shh…. Don't cry. I have had enough of Sissy's crying back in my younger years", he says as he pulls me into a hug. I think we're in this comfort hug position for about 10 minutes till he asks, "Want a shower?". "Does that include what we did last night?", I ask with a mischievous grin. "You want to try it?", he asks with a sly grin. I respond by licking my upper lips and he kisses me hard, pushing his tongue in my mouth and our tongues battle for dominance.
He pushes me down to the bed and his lips travel from my mouth to my neck and my breasts. We are enjoying our morning make out when my phone rings. It's Mac. "Ignore it", he says in between the kiss. I push him and say, "It's my boss. I'll be just a minute". I crawl towards my phone and answer it. "Em, where are you?", asks Mac. "Mac, I'm so sorry, I've been meaning to ask for a day off somewhere around this week and it kinda slip off my head because of the last case I had", I say. "Alright, you can have the day off, but you have to be here if I need you today and next time give me the heads up", he says.
Brandon kisses the line of my spine. I try to withhold my moan before answering, "Okie dokie, Mac. Sorry about the confusion. Gotta go, bye!". I hang up immediately. Brandon turns me over and pulls my legs to his waist. We continue kissing as I strip him off of his clothes. We're naked on the bed and making out. I push him off of me again and say, "We're never going to get shower this way". He pulls me off the bed and towards my bathroom. He switches on the shower and pulls me in.
My back is slammed by the wall as we continue our love making and Brandon takes in all the water from the shower. He lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist. "I'm guessing you've never have any experience in having sex of different position?", he asks. "The last one I had was a mistake and I never speak of it", I say. "May I know who?", he asks. I didn't want to tell him now, it'll ruin everything. Instead, I give him a passionate kiss and say, "I thought we're having a shower sex. Why should we dwell in the past?". He smirks and continues where we left off. One hand on my breast and the other is supporting my hip. He picks up his speed and we reach our orgasms together. Oh, how good it feels.
He slowly put my down and hugs me. We have our shower and dry ourselves. He dresses back to his yesterday clothes and I put in my fresh jeans and a blue tank top. "So, what's for breakfast?", he asks. "Well, I know this deli in Downtown. Wanna go?", I ask back. "I need to change first though", he says. I drive by to his house and park at the side. We go upstairs and I wait for him at the couch. Sissy's not here though. He comes out with his jeans and a blue shirt. "Couples wear matching outfits or colours", I say. He pulls me up for a long and smoldering kiss. When he lets me go, we're both breathless.
"Come on, we need breakfast. I'm starving", he says. We come back down and I drive to the deli, owned by a veteran World War II soldier, Staff Sergeant Lou Martin. After breakfast, Brandon takes over the wheel and surprisingly, he brings me to the Central Park Zoo. Wow! He's still a boy at heart. Perhaps it's the effect of not having a childhood. He takes me around and he looks so happy. "Which one is your favourite?", I asks after spending a couple hours there as we sit at the Central Park Lake, eating some popcorns that we bought at the zoo and boating at the same time.
"I love the monkeys. I used to have a stuff animal monkey named Cass. I guess that's why and he's the only toy I have", he says, "Yours?". I shrug and say, "I like cats, but penguins are cute too". The whole day with his is the best day ever…, till Mac calls me to get my butt to the crime scene at Bronx. He runs his hand through his hair and say, "Well, job has to come first. We don't want the city of New York to think a police officer to simply ignore her works for her boyfriend". I kiss him and he hands me a surprise gift – a stuffed monkey wearing a t-shirt that says 'Central Park Zoo'. "So this is what you bought when you said you wanted to go to the toilet? This is so cute!", I say as I hug the monkey, "I think I'll call you Brandon". He raises an eyebrow and say, "You're naming him after me?". "Well, I need someone to accompany me back at the lab right?", I say. He laughs whole-heartedly. I love him this way.
I drive him home and left to go to work. After processing the crime scene, I head back to the lab to examine the evidences. As I scan the crime scene for the suspect using the CCTV tapes given, I hug Brandon the Monkey. Although, he a really great 'hug-buddy', but I miss the real Brandon. Then, Danny comes in and gives me a weird look at my new monkey. "What is that?", he asks. "Danny, meet Brandon!", I say, beaming with excitement.
He laughs and says, "You name the monkey after him?". "Well, he gave it to me after our day at the Central Park Zoo", I say and Danny immediately stops laughing. "Wow, you are serious with him", he says. I shrug and say, "I guess this is serious". He sits next to me and sighs. "Does he know…, about you and Joe? That night?", he asks. When I was 21 and Joe was somewhere around 25, he and I had a little night out and we ended up drunk and had sex. When I woke up, I panicked. Joe and I used to be close but after that night, our relationship kinda strained.
Danny had to 'kidnap' us and take us to our favourite spot at the Long Island beach and forced us to talk. Joe admitted first and Danny was furious, but it was the secret between the three of us. Then, I found out that I was pregnant and then, my dad and mum and the Reagens found out. My parents were slightly disappointed and Uncle Frank was furious at Joe, who said he was being irresponsible. Joe made a promise to marry me, but then he was killed in the line of duty. I was too depressed and I had a miscarriage. I locked myself in my room for days, till my dad had to coax me out.
"I don't plan on telling him just yet. I mean, we barely know each other", I say. "You gotta tell him if you plan on being in a serious relationship. Honesty is one of the keys", says Danny. "I know, Danny, it's just I need a perfect timing", I say. He gets up and kisses my forehead. "I don't mind you moving on, but at least be honest with him", he says. As he leaves, he yells, "Bring him to the family dinner one day. We need to get to know him". I smile; Danny finally accepts that I need to move on, but how to tell Brandon of my past?