Killmonger's One-Shot Collection

Waiting to Get Home, Part III

"I'm not writing no doodoo dumb letter, I don't care," Bethany pouted looking at the Mean Girls Burn Book journal he'd gotten her for this very reason. He liked getting little notes from her and she enjoyed writing them when they were sweet and inspired.

Arms crossed under her boobs, she kicked at her heeled white boots which laid on the floor. She wouldn't be contemplating at all if Erik wasn't being a menace. She hung her faux fur coat in her closet, mumbling. "Ain't nobody scared of him."

"Bethany," Erik called with a huff. She flinched wondering if he'd heard. Her ass couldn't take anymore violence.
"Come put this away," he yelled as she sauntered into the kitchen, face in a frown. "Fix ya face."

"This my face, why you all up in it? Matter fact I don't wanna help. You do it."

"Don't try me Bethany. I'm bringing the bags in from the car. If you wanna do that you're more than welcome. Matter fact you can do all this shit.. Aht! Put those away," he pointed watching her pull a fresh banana nut muffin. "You gone make yourself sick."

"No I'm not! STOP." She yanked the muffin back just as he swiped for it.

"Put it back," he pointed. "You already had donuts and cookies."

"And? I'm on my period. I don't know why you act brand new like you never did this before," she laughed holding the muffin close to her body protectively. Erik shook his head.

"You gonna get sick."

"I'm not!"

Erik only watched, his face weary as she sank her teeth into the muffin. She was only eating it because they were his and there were only four. She lived solely to violate him.

"You lucky you cute.. What's good with that letter?"

"I'm not writing you no damn apology. I'll admit, maybe I- Maybe I went a little...," she sighed. "Fuck that! You need to apologize to me! Where's my letter?"

"Talk shit get hit," he shrugged. "You been on one today."

"Oh like you your asshole finna be over my foot.. like a lil hat."

That tickled him. He leaned in and she faced away dodging his tempting lips to trash the muffin paper.

"Yeah aight." He went to get the next handful of bags and returned to see her doubled over at the trashcan.

"Eriiikk," she cried, genuinely in pain from a stomachache different from cramps. She didn't wanna think about junk food. She was dry crying as she felt his arms wrap around her stomach, massaging her pudge.

"Go lay down," he whispered. She hadn't put away a thing. "And I told you you'd get sick. That's exactly why we have rules. No more sweets for a week."

"No! You can't do that!"

"I can and I will. You have no self control so I gotta have it for you."

Bethany felt too much pain to argue. She laid on her stomach clutching her gut while Erik finished bringing in groceries and putting them away on his own. When he was done, he set up her heating pad under her and laid a bottle of water on her bed, sitting briefly to kiss her cheek. "Rest now."

"Mmmmm," she whined when he got up.

"What.. Hm?.. What you need?"

He rubbed her back firmly and when he moved his hand she whined again.

"Mmmmm."

Rolling his eyes he laid beside her and she immediately cuddled his side. With him there, she felt her pain begin to fade.