How We Are: A MFM romance

Alone

Ezra

I stare blankly at the TV, not really hearing anything. I haven't comprehended anything that's happened in this show for the last three episodes, but I can't bring myself to stop watching. I have to finish what I started. There's a knock at the door. Cain must've forgotten something. I scan my surroundings, waiting for him to let himself in, trying to see what he may have forgotten. After a few moments, he knocks again. He must've forgotten his keys then. I open the door and there she stands, hair still mused, clothes wrinkled.

"Sorry, I left something. Could you.." She nods past me into the apartment.

I shrug and nod, stepping out of the way. Dominque saunters past me, smelling of Cain, of Me. Of us. I lick my lips, my eyes darting to the now empty hallway where she once was, closing it. She sits on the chair and crosses her legs.

"What did you lose?" I prompt her, pausing the show. Dominque shrugs. 

"I forgot. Gimme a sec to remember okay?"

I sit next to her. That's one of the worse excuses, I think I've heard in my life. I once had a kid call out because his mom died. The only issue? His mom had died twice that month. The second time, he said his mothers were lesbian, and she'd died of a broken heart. I wasn't convinced, but I let it go. We just stopped putting him on the schedule when his third mother died.

"Did you...need anything?" I ask, turning the show back on to fill the awkward silence between us.

Dominique looks at me and grins. "Huh? Yeah, a glass of water please. You have so many steps."

"Why didn't you take the elevator?"

"Because I couldn't ask for water if I did."

I stand and raise my brow. "You could've lied."

Dominque cocks her head pensively, before grinning brightly. "Oh! Yeah! I'll think of that next time."

It's settled. Dominque is a weirdo. Which, we all knew right? She's just plain weird. Not scary, or stalkerish. Just...odd. She hums, and taps her knees as if she's waiting on something like she's here for an appointment or something. I hand her the water and sit next to her.

"Are you like homeless or something?" 

Dominque shrugged. "No. My cat is at the vet, and usually, I watch TV with her on my day off."

Wait...she came here because she has no one to watch TV with? That's an ugly swirl of weird and sad. 

"Normally, I'd just watch it alone, but." She pointed to the room. "I saw a poster for it in the room. So I thought...I let you in my body, why not let you on my watchlist Y'know?"

I shake my head. "No. I'm sorry I've never thought to do anything like that, you're a weirdo."

Dominque blinks. I swallow. I hadn't meant to say that out loud. She laughs boisterously and leans back into the couch. "I know. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just...dunno. Didn't wanna watch alone. But I can go--"

I grab her wrist and pull her down. "S fine. I get it. I go stir crazy in here until Cain gets home. It's no fun having the day off and spending it alone."

Dominque smiles softly. My hands rest on my lap. I can barely make out her waist beads from under Cain's shirt. Images of last night flash behind my eyes. I shake my head trying to keep them at bay, instead focusing on the show.

"So what's Cain's scar from."

I shrug. "He's an asshole, he runs slowly and he got shot."

"Are those three things related?" She asked hesitantly. 

I shrug and lean back with a smirk. "Some might think so. I certainly do. I wouldn't bring it up around him. It makes him...chokey."

I touch my throat. The last time I taunted him with that gun wound, he wrapped his large hand around my throat, and lifted me onto my tipey toes. He stared at me, as he silently, and slowly squeezed, raising his brows. Cain may seem like a violent brute, but he'd never do the things he does to me to anyone else. I like it. It shows we're close, in my mind. I like the pain.

"He chokes you out?" She asks in concern.

"Hey, hey you got my guy all wrong," I throw my arm over her shoulder. "Cain is a gentle giant. He's just a non-violent asshole."

"Except with you." She added. 

I nod. 

"Because you...like it?" I turn my head, finding her staring at me. Our eyes meet. Her eyes are brown, but they are anything but ordinary. They're deep but sparkling. I lick my lips, making my gaze flick down to hers. They're plump. So soft and inviting. I could kiss her. I probably could, and she would probably let me.

"What do you do for work, Dominque?" I murmur, leaning forward.

She shrugs. "By trade? I do lame office work. Nothing crazy. You and Cain own that restaurant huh?"

"Cain owns the restaurant and me. I own..." I look around and then glance down. "These pants."

Domique chuckles, and leans closer. "So you're a housewife, a masochist, a narcissist, and..."

"Househusband," I smirk. "But when the husband's away..." My lips linger over hers. I like her like this. Just the two of us alone. The only time I don't like Dominque is when Cain likes her. But when it's just us...well, who can deny her? She's gorgeous, her body curving under my gaze, her brown skin glowing under the kitchen light, shining into those illustrious eyes.

"Are you...thinking of fucking me Ezra? I thought you didn't do anything without Cain," She smirked, rubbing her nose against mine.

I shrugged. "Except fucking. We just recently started to go in on that," I whisper against her lips.

"He won't be mad at you?" She whispers back, as I pull Cain's shirt off her body.

"Dunno. Probably. It's a good thing I think he's hot when he's mad."