Abused for Love [completed]

29 - Carre

After I wiped the peanut butter on Coyy's nose he picked me up at the waist and sat me down on the floor, and wiped the peanut butter off his nose onto my forehead, I frowned. He has a cheeky grin on his face, I go grab the flour and fling some at him, his smile was wiped off his face and plastered on mine. He marches over to me, peanut butter in hand, and goes and wipes some on my cheek. "Hey!" I say, I grab a handful of flour and drop it on his head. "You're so dead now," He said laughing. I laughed at not thinking of anything else at that moment.

Coyy picked me up and sat me back down on the kitchen counter, whereas we were about the same height. I run my hands through his hair trying to get some of the flour out. He shakes his head trying to get some of the flour out of his hair himself. I smile and pull him towards me. "Carre? What are you doing?" He asks me, I give him a cheeky grin and wrap my legs around him, where my heels are on the back of his knees. "Carre, baby. What are you doing?" He asks me to smile as I grab the lapels of his shirts.

He leans closer where our noses are touching, the corner of his lip turns up, I make the move leaning in, he meets me in the middle. He cups my cheek, my fingers skim, and finds his collar bone, his shoulder, to the front of him where my hands rest. He tries to break away, but I won't let him. This is my apology for being an a-hole. This is my fault, the dumb dream and everything else I've done. It's my fault, not his. I had to listen to that dream thinking Coyy was like this...like Raymond when he wasn't. I could've trusted him but I didn't.

"I should've trusted you, Coyy," I say. He breaks free, we were both panting. Coyy raises an eyebrow. "It's all my fault, I should've explained this to you, but I couldn't. I let my fear of life and everything else get in the way of my love for you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. It's my fault, I wish I had everything sorted out, but I'm way too much like my mother. I let fear get the best of me, I should've just trusted you and who you were. I should have trusted my love for you. Not my fear and my past but my love for you." I say, my fingers skimming his collarbone and rested on his shoulders.

"Carre. It's okay, it wasn't your fault." I smile at him, "You're always so modest, so freakin' modest. But yet here I am." I say smiling. I lean in and kiss him. I look at him happily, smiling and everything else a blur. He kisses me back, he picks me up in one swift motion, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist.

His muscles in his arms are welcoming. He walks into his bedroom and kicks the door shut behind him. My back presses to the door, my lips still on his. My arms go around his neck, he moves towards his bed. I know what comes next, I smile a little bit, Coyy takes this as encouragement and drops me down on the bed. I scoot up the bed, where my head is resting on a pillow. Coyy's scent developed around me, him on top of me on his hands so his weight doesn't smother me. I can't take it anymore. I rolled around on top of him, I was happy, happy and free from Raymond.

After my apology makeout session, we decided to cuddle a little bit, I was in a tank-top and shorts. My jeans got uncomfortable, afterward, I decided to change, my head rested on his chest, his heart beating beneath my ear. I could hear the strong thump-thump beneath me. Our legs were entwined with each other, I was smiling a cheeky grin at him. He smiled back at me.