Bobby Meets His Match – Chapter 26
The moment they got into the theater from the outside, the air went from cool and brisk, to warm and stuffy, making Bobby instantly uncomfortable. The closely spaced seats, along with the restricting tie, made him feel instantly suffocated. He scanned the area around them , looking for exits. Their seats were on the end of the row, an advantage Bobby had particularly sought out when purchasing them. He guided her into the row before him, his hand lightly grazing her back. They sat down and Bobby's massive frame seemed to fill up the seat and his legs were cramped. This was exactly why he never flew coach.
He scanned the crowd as they entered, looking for threats. Crowds were to be avoided, as the more people surrounded you, the greater possiblilty of danger.
"Don't tell me you are checking out the emergency exits" Cathy teased him and smiled, gripping his other hand gently. Bobby smiled, too, trying to get himself out of this heavy mood, not wanting to even discuss what was causing his state of defcon 2 readiness. " Hey, if there actually is an emergency, you will be glad I did," he teased back.
He had timed their entrance perfectly, with the lights going down just as Cathy had quit wriggling and settled into her chair. The darkness and sudden bang with which the music started added to his sense of wariness.
She stretched up to talk to him and he leaned down so she could whisper in his ear. " This is so amazing, thanks," she said, leaning closely into him. He sat, almost completely still, just his fingers making a slight stroking motion on her hand, just settling himself into stillness. He didn't really get the premise, didn't want to spend two hours listening to screeching, but he paid close attention as some Barbie looking chick in white floated onstage in a bubble. Afterwards she would ask him to tell him her favorite part, so he'd better have one. He reached his arm up and over Cathy's shoulders as she snuggled in next to him to watch the show. The smoke from the special effects mingled with the colored lighting to create an eerie green glow…
He sat perfectly still, scarcely daring to breathe, as he scanned the rooftops. The darkness appeared green through his night vision goggles as he struggled to distinguish forms bathed in shadows. The moonless night held only danger. His squad, had been hunkered down in this tiny ditch that provided the only cover on the entire plain. In order to accomplish their mission, they had to get across that flat plateau where they would be sitting ducks and easy targets for the enemy who had the high ground. It was named, "death alley' because so far, every squad that had tried to cross it had either been ambushed or shot by snipers. It was so well defended because at the other end sat a small hut where , if intelligence was right, a small but key group of terrorists were holed up. Squad 3, which included two of his best friends, had been systematically picked off one at a time as they crossed. Only three of the five had made it alive, and only one unscathed. As sniper, he was last, scanning the area as they crept slowly and silently across the ground, trying not to hit any of the invisible partially buried trip wires. Halfway across, Bobby noticed a shadow that , if he squinted, appeared to be moving steadily towards them. Hard to tell if it was a threat or just something moving in the slight wind. If he shot too early, the noise would alert those in the hut and they would come out and slaughter his squad. The shadow shimmered just a bit, and he thought it was a human form, advancing slowly on them. Bobby motioned silently to his group, and they silently dropped to the ground, hoping themselves to blend into the shadows. They lay as flat as possible, waiting, not daring to even breathe, fighting the adrenaline coursing through them making them want to get the hell out of there. The shadow was now definitely a man, and before Bobby could raise his rifle, a bright flash pierced the eerie green darkness, the bullet's heat making it a bright red color. He whispered loudly, " sniper' as he tried to shove the captain out of the way, and felt a deep searing pain in his side…
Bobby jerked violently as Cathy touched his arm, finally becoming aware of lights and noise and movement around him, his side still on fire with remembered pain.
"Bobby? Are you ok?" she asked quietly, her voice lost in the loud din of intermission.
He struggled for a minute, trying to focus his eyes back on his surroundings. " Um, sure, baby. Just got um mesmerized by the story . " Like she was going to believe that. " You want to get up and stretch for awhile?" Bobby sure as fuck did. He needed to stretch and move and shake that damn memory out of his mind.
Cathy reached for her purse and he steadied her as she regained her balance on her sky high heels. "What do you think so far?" she asked, as he led her up the aisle and out towards some blessedly fresh air. " Didn't you think it was great when Elphaba and Galinda hugged and then…"
"Sure, baby" Bobby her happiness made him smile and humored her, having no idea what the hell she was talking about.
The feeling of weightless floating took over her naked body as she sprawled back on the pillows of her bed, her entire body feeling weightless. After the theater, Bobby had taken her to the new seafood place she hadwanted to try . The food was scrumptious, and Bobby had been funny and actually carried on a conversation about the play- the second half anyway. Then, he had brought her home where she had proceeded to jump him.
" You are so beautiful, he said running his fingers through her hair as she rode him, her breasts dancing as she slid up and down his dick.
His fingers tightened, almost pulling her hair, then, he put his hands on her hips, gripping her firmly, driving her up and down faster and faster as his body tightened. He pumped her up and down, hard and fast,and she had arched her back in ecstasy, giving him a view of her jutting breasts. His growl rumbled in his massiv e chest beneath her and he pushed her a final hard thrust as his hips came up to meet her. She loved seeing his face contort in pleasure, yes, Bobby was even handsome with "orgasm face" and she took his shout into her mouth and kissed him as he spilled himself into her.
Now he was lying with his arms under her thighs, his head resting against the inside of the thigh, his face between her spread legs, his lips fastened gently to her clit, gently nibbling and sucking. He had already brought her to orgasm three times, once inside her, twice with his incredible mouth, and she no longer had the energy to scream. His hands were gently holding hers, their fingers gently intertwined, his fingers tightening slightly on hers as his mouth brought her higher. She floated , her body limp, the only sensation in her body was the tingling emanating from her clit under Bobby's mouth, then spreading throughout her body. She watched his dark head move slightly as he worked her higher, taking her almost over the top, then backing off and then back up again, showing his control of her, her body at his mercy
" Oh, Bobby, please…" she finally gasped out breathlessly, her entire body pulsating from the magic his tongue performed on her. . He obeyed her and she arched and screamed as he took her up and over the edge, the sensations overwhelming her as she drifted…
A few seconds later, she opened her eyes as Bobby's lips were now against hers, kissing her gently and rolling her against his chest. Her fingers trailed languidly down his tight abdomen, up his sides stopping at a tiny pucker in his ripped muscular abdomen- a scar. She must have seen it several times before, but this was the first time she really noticed it. Her fingers played back and forth over it, as if trying to soothe the hurt. The tension was suddenly back in his muscles as he put his hand over hers and pulled it back upto his chest and away from the scar, obviously hoping that would be the end of it.
Hesitantly, not wanting to ruin the mood, she asked, her curiosity winning out over her sense.
"Did it hurt when I did that?"
Bobby's body stayed still, but his firm " no" told her he really didn't want to talk about it.
She looked up and his eyes made contact with hers, then away. He stayed silent, a task at which he was infinitely good.
"what happened?", she tried again, hoping to actually get an answer this time.
" I got shot", in that same voice. Wow, three words this time. She flinched at the thought of a bullet penetrating his skin and muscle. It was on his side, just below his ribs, where it could possibly have hit a major organ.
"For Rangeman?" she asked.
"No," again in a voice bordering on harsh.
She sighed. Ok, here it came- the chance she had been waiting for to broach the subject she knew he would do anything to avoid.
She pulled her hand from his chest, sitting up and gently stroked the scar again,
"In the war?" she asked, in a soft but determined voice.
She took his silence for an affirmative and moved on.
"what happened?"
His ab miscles rippled as he half sat, grabbing her hands and pulling her gently back to his lips. Hoping to distract her.
She pulled away and sat up again. Bobby? Talk to me. What happened?"
" I got shot. Yes in the war." Lets go to sleep now.
How could he let something as serious as a gunshot wound go by so quickly, like a gut shot was nothing, not even worth mentioning.
She reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, casting a diffuse glow on his face.
" Tell me what's been bothering you. Is it the dreams again? Talk to me."
Well, fuck, Bobby thought. Talk to her. What the hell am I supposed to say? That I am on the fucking verge of losing my mind down a hole so dark and deep that I might never find it again. Is that what you want to hear, sweeteheart?
" About what?" he said, hoping the appearing innocent thing would work.
" About what's bothering you. I know its about the dreams again. Don't hide it from me." She stroked the side of his face with her hand, her gentleness almost making him cave.
Bobby felt like his heart was tearing in two, he loved her so much, but since that one fucking therapy session, he'd been getting worse, not better. The rage, the fear, the anger that he had spent years stuffing deep down inside him was coming up, and he wasn't sure he could stop it. He couldn't go there. Well, the best defense is a good offense.
"Yes, it's the dreams, ok. Night dreams, day dreams, flashbacks, whatever the fuck you want to call them," he stated harshly, " I went to a therapist once and the dreams got worse."
"Then just tell me," she whispered, her warm fingers still stroking, soothing. Fuck. Like she could fix it or something. So sweet it almost made him want to cry.
"No." he said, stubbornly, his handsome face set. " You are good and sweet and I love you so much. I am not letting that shit anywhere near you."
"Bobby.." she whispered stroking his face. He pulled his face out of her grasp.
" I was not a nice guy then. If you knew, if you saw…"
"Then trust me, she interrupted, raising her pitch slightly. "Trust me to know the real Bobby. Trust that I will still love you no matter what you saw or did."
Fuck. He almost wanted to cry. He wanted so badly to believe that he could deal with this and stay unchanged, that she would still love the man that she might see. How the fuck could he keep it away from her when he might not be able to keep it from himself. His head was in his hands and she carefully reached out to stroke his hair, jerking back when he suddenly raised his head.
" I know you killed people, " she said.
Bobby stared her straight in the eyes, wanting to shock her, make her back off. " Do you know that sometimes I liked it? " He moved closer to her, never losing eye contact. "Do you think you could love a man who sometimes liked killing those fuckers before they killed us? You were horrified that I beat up that fucker that almost killed you. " He stopped and there was a long pause. The eyes that bored into hers were filled with the anguish of the truth. He felt hot and cold and like he was about to fall apart, about to lose that which kept his soul together- her.
" Bobby, please, " she whispered, reaching out to him and holding his body, now rigid as a board, against hers. "You have to trust that I will love you no matter who you turn into , no matter what you have done. It doesn't matter if you have done horrible things, you are a good man, and you always have been, and you always will be."
There was no fucking way that was going to happen. He watched her trembling body walk across the room to the door. " Bobby, I love you so much and I want us to be together. Until you trust yourself enough to deal with your feelings in therapy, and trust me enough not to shut me out, then you don't need to call me or come over here." Her voice faltered at the end as if she were going to cry.
How the fuck did this go so wrong he thought, barely able to breathe past the ache in his chest. He moved about the apartment, dressing, gathering his things, his burning eyes never losing contact with hers. He walked to the door trying desperately to think of how to salvage this , himself. His voice was shaky, as if he were on the verge of tears. " I love you so much, baby," he whispered, kissing her on the cheek. She swallowed hard, pas the lump in her throat, her stomach churning in pain. " I love you too Bobby, and I will love you no matter what." She stood rooted in the same spot, as Bobby quietly pulled the door shut behind him.
Then she ran to the bathroom just in time to violently heave up the contents of her churning stomach. When she had retched herself dry, she curled up on the bathroom floor and cried.