Dance for Me

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REMI'S POINT OF VIEW:

There is a soft tugging on my arm as I feel myself floating in and out of consciousness. Ugh, stop it, I'm comfy.

"Hey, wake up sweetie."

"Nooooooo," I groan. It's so warm and comfy where I'm at!

I hear his deep voice chuckle as he plants a couple of gentle kisses on my face and collarbone. Even his touch is heavenly.

"I'll tickle you if you don't wake up baby."

"Fine, I'm up I'm up," I groan out. I barely open my eyes and it's still pitch black. Wait, what time is it? What the fuck I wanna sleep!

Andy reaches behind me and pulls me close to his body, continuing to give me gentle kisses as he rubs my chest and tummy. I could get used to this!

"I have to leave soon. There's a lot happening in Las Vegas and I can't leave until it's solved."

"Nooooo," I groan, grabbing his arm and pulling it tighter across me. "Don't leave me."

"I have to love, I'm so fucking sorry. I wish I didn't have to."

I roll myself over so I can see his face. Even in the darkness I can make out his beautiful little details.

"Will you be safe?" I whisper, already knowing the answer but I wish it was different.

"Love...I'll do my best to be. It's a warzone over there and I have to help."

"You can't go," I hug him tight, I can already feel tears in my eyes. "We can run away together, I don't want you getting hurt. Just you and me."

I feel his arms wrap around my waist and he squeezes me against him. "I wish I could babe. I promise when I get back all my time will go to you, okay? We can go on another vacation, we can go to Miami if you want so you are warm! I can take you shopping and this time you'll actually buy shit for yourself. I can-"

"Andy, I don't care about the vacations or money!" Tears are starting to fall and burn my face. God I hate crying! "I just want you home and safe, okay? Give away all your money I don't give a flying fuck. We can live off my earnings at my job for all I care. I just want you. I just want you to be safe and alive."

"I know...I know Remi..." He gently wipes the tears away from my cheeks and I bury my head into his neck. What the hell will I do if he's gone? I'll never make it. I love him too much.

"Can you promise me that you will stay home though?"

"I can't," I sniffle. "You can't just lock me here like a dog in a kennel. I need to work Andy. I'm not comfortable staying here alone 24/7."

He nods and picks my chin up, looking straight into my eyes. I can see a small bit of the blue but not much. I fucking love his eyes so much. Andy leans in and captures my lips, he tastes so sweet, I can lose myself easily in him. I push myself against him and moan when his tongue enters my mouth, god I never want to be close to anyone else like this in my life! I hold on to him desperately and bite his bottom lip. He groans in my mouth and god his deep sounds do me in. I press my groin against him and start scratching his back, fuck I need him now.

"I can't...I can't baby..."

Loud knocking is shaking the door. "Come on boss we gotta go!"

"No, no no no no please don't," more tears are trickling out and I can't help it. I kiss his jaw and start to sob...god I don't want this to be the last time I see him! I won't be able to take it!

Andy slowly stands up and leans over me, pressing more loving kisses against me. "Go back to sleep, I promise I'll do what I can. But Remi, even if I don't make it, stay here. The gang knows not to fuck with you. Stay safe here until one day you find someone else, someone stable that can take care of you, okay?"

"Andy...no..." I sob out, "I don't want anyone else."

"I know love." He slips off the silver ring he always wears on his pinky and slides it on my own. He kisses over it on my knuckle and kisses me one last time. He turns around and grabs his bag, giving me one last look. "I love you, I'll see you later."

"I...I...I love you too..."

Andy steps out and closes the door and I feel like I'm going to lose it. My chest feels so fucking heavy I can't stand it! I want him back, no I NEED him back! This is so scary...I feel my lungs tighten up but I know it's because I'm about to have a panic attack. I reach over into the nightstand and find Andy's bottle of Klonopin and take a full pill. I need to be knocked out. I can't do this sober.

I tuck my body in on his side of the bed, loving the smell of mint and rose petals. God I love him. I hold on to his pillow tightly and quietly cry, feeling so sorry for myself. Eventually my body feels heavy enough to fall back asleep and I feel safe, in his bed.