Divine

XIII

Making love is an art form. Much like making music. One must truly know their partner in order to evoke the right noise, the right rhythm. Eric had made Elle's body sing and cry out to him on many occasions. He knew where to put his fingers and mouth to make her dizzy with pleasure. And she knew how to rock him slowly until he begged for sweet release, how to make him groan her name like the sweetest love song. Sex had never been a problem between them. It's was the one part of their relationship in which they excelled.

But without that intricate  part, where they really compatible? He needed to know.

He hadn't seen his girl in days, she refused to answer his calls. He even went as far as pulling up to her best friends house only to be turned away. He didn't know how to fix this. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, seeing as choosing between the two most important people in his life was an impossible task.

He sat in his art studio totally uninspired. She was his muse and without her every piece seemed lackluster.

She threw around ultimatums then left as if this situation was simple or ideal. She knew what came with falling for a man who had children. Baby mama drama should not be normalized but this was reality and controlling the way that other people acted just wasn't possible.

"You sitting there is not going to bring that young lady back." Eric startled at the sound of his mother's voice. It was seldom that she traveled to the city calling it too rambunctious. So for her to be her was surprising and worrisome.

Running to her he scoops her up reveling in her signature smell of  Chanel #5 and apricots. She pat his back, having heard all the messy details from Vato. Place if her back her feet he removed her jacket and purse. She settled on the couch looking at him as if she could read his mind.

"What mom?" She signs getting more comfortable for what she had to say.

"You've got yourself into some mess. I told Khadijah was no good. She never loved you got you, only what you could do for her. Now my grandbaby has her money hungry tail for a mother. I don't know where I went wrong with you. You never let anyone still your happiness. You owe her nothing. You treated her well while y'all were together. You never cheated, you never lied. So this sense of entitlement that she thinks she has over you is fucking ridiculous."

Eric stared in shock as his devout mother cursed. This situation was truly upsetting her. Especially with her being sick, he felt awful for making such a mess that she thought she had to step in and clean it up. Taking a seat beside her he gasps her hand, wishing that things could have been different. His mother didn't even get to meet Elle before every thing went to shit.

"Eric, you need to get your house in order. You have too many women thinking that you belong to them. You need to make things very clear so everybody can stay in there place. I've tolerated Khadijah long enough. You better make it right. She's threating to withhold my grandson from me."

Tears pooled in her eyes and Eric felt his heartache at his mothers pain. She didn't think that she had very much time left, so the it was an especially hurtful game for Khadijah to try to play. Whipping her tears he pulls her close praying that he'd be able to pull his family back together.

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Elle lay in the bed, her favorite Tweet album on repeat.Her kinky curls wild around her head as she nursed her fourth glass of wine. She wasn't in the mood to entertain the bullshit ass text messages that Eric kept sending to her phone. The chiming had become so annoying that she shut it off completely. The was a quiet knock at the door startling her. Very few people know where she was holed up at. Look though the peephole it's the last person she wanted to see right now.

"Go away." He looked stressed, his lengthy locs hanging wildly in his face, he looked as if he hadn't shaved in days. And as much as she missed him the sight of him was upsetting her. Grabbing her phone she texts Alek, trying to figure out just how the hell he managed to find her. She went all the way to Dallas for a reason.

To get away from him and all the bullshit that came along with him.

"Elle you know I'm not leaving so you might as well go head and open this door." Sighing she cracks it making sure to leave the safety chain in place.

"Whatever you need to say you can say from there. Why are you here Eric?" Defeated he grips his love in frustration. This woman wasn't going to make it easy to get her back.

"Elle you know why I'm here, I don't like living apart. I made mistakes misplaced my anger and disappointment. Cause I really disappointed in myself. I got caught up.  As much as I want to be a good father for my son and boyfriend to you it feels like I can't have one without the other. I feel like I'm playing a losing game."

Elle  was tired of hearing the same old bullshit. Snatching the chain off the door she surprises him with a smack across the face. He stands stunned as she curses him out.

" I never asked for any of this. I would never ask you to choose me of your own flesh and blood. Especially an innocent child that doesn't know how fucked up both his parents are. You love to toss the blame on Khadijah but a hoe is going to be a hoe. You decided to try to wife her then got mad at her for being herself. You laid in that bed and made that baby willingly, therefore signing up for  all the bullshit consequences that come with that. But we're not married and I don't have a baby by you. Nothing is stopping me from walking away."

Eric eyes stung as tears threaten to fall. He reaches for him but she snatches away, at this point pass the point of pacification.

"Baby please you don't mean that. I love you and you love me. Even though you're looking at me like you hate me I still see the love. That'll never go away." 

Laughing through her tears she retreats further into the apartment. He follows, closing the door behind him. He finds her in her bedroom, pacing with a wine glass filled to the brim. Even pissed at him he couldn't deny his beautiful she was.

"Don't look at me like that. Fucking me won't fix this. I don't think anything will."

Eric bites his lip, walking to her slowly. She gasped as her grabs her throat apply just the right about of pressure. Her cl•t throbbed. Atleast one part of her was happy to see him. More tears spill over as he presses gentles kisses on her face, prying the glass from her hand and setting it on the nightstand before pushing her backwards onto the bed. Before she could protest he had he pants removed and was feasting on her like a man starved. Her tears of sadness turned to those of pleasure as she ran from his hungry mouth. He held he hips in place, lapping at her quickly. He knew just the way she liked for a nut to be coaxed from her. She pulled at his locs, but he simple sucked her more harshly causing her to convulse.

He watched her react to him through hooded eyes. It had been so long since he got to indulge in her. He forgot how addictive she tasted and the noises she made. They made eye contact as she came, his face sticking with her completion. He gently licks her clean, causing her to whine at the over stimulation.

"Why?" The question came out as a pant, fresh tears threatening to fall.

"If your going to leave me I atleast wanted to leave you with a good memory." He wipes the tears from her cheeks. Holding her close she sobs, grieving his loss already. Finally she cried herself to sleep and he tucks her in. Even in her sleep she looks sad. He turns to leave, when she calls out for him.

"Yes?" His voice was thick as he was hold back his emotions.

"Come to bed." He shoulders slump as he lets a sob escape him. They both strip completely, and climbs in bed behind her, inhaling her scent. They lay tangled in silence neither willing to break the silence. They were in a precarious situation that neither knew how to get out of. Elle loved him but love wasn't supposed to hurt. Eric knew it was only a matter of time before she left for good. But moments like this showed him how great they could be.

And for that he was willing to fight.

She drifts to sleep clutching his shirt as if he would disappear. Shaking his head knowing how badly he'd neglected his woman he silently vowed to do whatever it took to make things right. And he hated the nagging feeling that a lot a people would get hurt in the process.