'I got a little angry out there.' He muttered in my ear.
'What? When?'
'First when your dad asked about the football game. And then when we were eating and those guys were looking at you, I couldn't stand it.' He whispered looking at me, I looked at him with pained sympathy, pushing my hands up his chest to rest around his neck, kissing him letting him push his tongue into my mouth. I pulled back and pushed my thumb over his bottom lip, kissing his lips gently again, the moonlight through the window made his scar stand out against his skin.
'That's called jealousy. You don't ever need to be jealous.' I whispered and kissed him again before he pulled back.
'I know, but I just... The idea of anyone else having you drives me insane.' He said as he smoothed his hand over my face and through my hair, pulling me to his chest and we watched the movie until I fell asleep.
I woke up and stumbled to the bathroom, turning the shower on and stepping under the water. I shivered as I felt his hand wrap around my chest, pulling me back into him. We didn't talk much that morning while we shuffled around and got ready, I put the wax in Lincoln's hair and he rested his forehead against my shoulder as we both cleaned our teeth, he spent a lot of time here, he had half his wardrobe here and a toothbrush. We headed down stairs to see dad cooking food and a few of the guys from last night sitting on the couch watching something on tv. We said good morning, Lincoln glaring at them until they looked away uncomfortable.
'What are you boys up to today?' Dad asked as Lincoln went to the fridge and got some water bottles out and put them into his bag.
'Some of the guys from the football team want to play a game so I'm going to watch while Lincoln plays.' Lincoln waved a spearmint milk carton at me, one of the small ones, and I grinned nodding as he put that in his bag too along with some lollies and musilie bars. He put the back pack on and came back to my side.
'We shouldn't be out too long, we might go out for lunch as a group.' He said and dad nodded.
'No problem, just be careful, we're just going to stay and watch the game.' Dad said and we nodded. 'Lincoln your dad will be back here later today after he's finished work just so you know.' Lincoln nodded and grabbed my hand dragging me out the door.
'I really do hate it when other people watch you, you're mine.' He mumbled as we got in the car and I pulled his face to mine.
'I know, so please, stop worrying about it. You're the only person I want to be with.' He got a dead serious look on his face.
'Even with all the anger issues, and every time I hurt you?'
'You don't hurt me anymore and you anger is lessening, you said it yourself you went a whole month without having a bad fit.' He pushed my hair back and searched my face.
'But I used to hurt you didn't I? I did things to you that hurt?'
'The biting used to hurt, but now you don't do it as much mostly only in the bad times and that's okay.'
'And that time?' I looked at him for a long time, I remember what he was talking about. It only happened once, two months ago nearly, he'd come back from therapy one day and he was beyond pissed off, he was throwing things around and swearing until he got to me, he was like an animal that night, he twisted my arms so hard I thought my shoulders might pop, he bent my arms behind my back and left hand shaped bruises on my forearms. His bite marks made me yell out at how hard they were. He went in without lubricant or preparation and it hurt a lot, I was scared through most of it, I curled into a ball and wouldn't talk to him for hours afterwards. He just held me and apologised repeatedly, promising he'd never let it get that bad again.
