The Sympathy Screw | 18+

Chapter 14 - Anything For Love

Author's Notes:

The theme song for this chapter is:

"I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)"    by        Meatloaf

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Present Day... Sam P.O.V.

As I kissed Violet's beautiful lips, I felt something wet trickle down onto my upper lip. It took me a moment to realize that what I was feeling was tears, falling from Violet's eyes. I backed away and looked at her again.

"Violet, are you sure you want this? Your mouth is saying 'yes', but those tears are clearly saying 'no'. I won't take advantage of your grief. We can wait until you've had time to mourn."

"I'm sure, Sam. It's okay; I'm just a little emotionally unsteady right now," she told me between tiny sobs, wiping her eyes once.

"Unsteady, my ass, Violet. I'm sure you must be feeling some guilt over doing this before Andrew's even in the ground. I don't want to be the cause of that guilt. I've waited this long to be with you. We can wait to be together."

"It's okay, Sam," she comforted me, patting my arm, despite the tear running down her cheek, then began explaining to me, in a tone she might use with a small child, "He gave his permission. It's just sex. He said he would be okay with that. We can have sex."

"We can?" I asked, dumbfounded, "Have sex? Because Andrew gave ... his ... permission? And Andrew said he'd be okay with that?"

I stared at her eyes confused and perplexed, then I turned my own down to try to think my way through this.

"Sure," Violet smiled, tugging at my waistband before I gently pulled her hand away, "He told me it's okay if I want to have sex as soon as he's gone. He knew I would want some comfort. As long as it's just for fun and comfort, we can enjoy each other's bodies. It doesn't have to mean anything."

Doesn't have to mean anything?!?

We were definitely not in this for the same thing.

"Violet, I don't think you understand, here. I am in love with you. In love with you! I always have been. It will never 'not mean anything' if I'm going to be with you." I sat up quickly and began to tug my clothes back on, trying desperately to fasten my pants over the erection that hadn't gotten the message from my brain and my heart. "I'll gladly stay by your side and be your friend, through all of this. I care for you and I'm here for you. Always. I'm here for whatever you need, as long as you need me. But not that. I love you too much to have sex with you."

Violet sat with her knees on the bed, unmoving and looked stunned as I began buttoning my shirt. "But ..." she began, but never finished her thought.

I took the dress at her knees and pulled it up, covering her body as best as I could without touching her any more than I already had. "Violet, could I ask you to get dressed again, please?"

I was almost afraid Violet had gone into shock, so I turned to the sink and grabbed her a glass of water while she finished getting her dress back on properly.

I turned to find that she had already put it back on, so I handed her the water, commanding her, "Drink, Vi. Little sips. It will help."

She nodded and put the glass to her mouth, taking the tiniest sip and then lowering it again.

"Better?" I asked.

She nodded again and took another small sip.

"Violet," I asked, taking her hand between both of mine and kissing her forehead, "I don't want you to think this is rejection. I want you, Vi. In the worst way imaginable. But not like this."