Me After You (Completed)

Chapter 17: Missing Essential Percent of You

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PETE:

I sat down on a barely conscious Vegas, who immediately shuddered while feeling my weight on him. Our fight was far more aggressive than the one with Alcazio and well I hit him in the back a few times but this time he deserved every single punch. The last few days have been very hard for me as I felt constant insecurity and fear of possible abandonment. The morning when Vegas asked me for break up couldn't leave my mind, making my night sleepless. I've tried to hide it all with smile, like usual, sadly deep inside I felt hurt. Vegas tried his best to show me that he love me, but I already knew that. The problem was not that I wasn't sure about his affection, but that I had the feeling he wasn't giving himself completely to me as I did to him. There are things that Vegas hides, tries not to show, and I have the impression that sometimes he is afraid to tell me what he really thinks and feels. It was time to get rid of this strange state so I came up with a plan which started few days ago, just after Macau came back from hospital.

- Pete, please, have mercy - he uttered with shaky voice, and I calmly pulled off my T-shirt, wiping sweaty forehead with it.

- You're giving up? - I asked loudly and he groaned and patted the mat.

- I've been trying for half an hour - he said, and I heard a little bit of anger in his voice.

I raised eyebrows in surprise and slapped him hard on the ass. Then I shifted one leg and sat bareback on his back, cuddling against Vegas's sweaty body. My lips landed on his neck, but I didn't kiss it, only breathed against the wet skin. The fingers lazily stroked Vegas's disheveled, stucked together hair. I knew that if he wanted to, he could quickly throw me off, but he patiently waited for me to get up by myself. Caring bastard.

- You're in great trouble - he purred, feeling my hot breath against him.

I laughed because I knew if I faced a punishment, we would both enjoy it.

- You promise? - I nuzzled his ear and he clenched hands into fists.

- Are you playing with me?

This time I didn't answer, instead I started to gently sniff the part of his lower jaw that was facing me. Vegas always smelled expensive and masculine, those freaking perfumes tempted everyone around, but for some reason when he was sweating, giving off more of his own scent, I was losing ground. Something dangerous appeared in the air, something primitive that awakened my deepest instincts. Now I was soaking up the seductive fragrance and felt my whole body go stiff, I guess he must have felt it as well.

- Hmm - I heard him chuckle hoarsely. - Maybe we'll take our fight one floor up?

I felt like agreeing to it, as last few days we've not touched but I had to be strong. I had a plan that needed to work out today so we could finally get rid of all the shadows that has been hovering over us since Vegas came out of the coma.