A Dance With Fate || Eminem Short Story

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"Was I okay?" I asked self-consciously, my eyes welling up with tears. I couldn't believe I'd just done that.

"Why you cryin'? Sam? Stop cryin'. You did good," he said worriedly. "Don't cry, Sam," he begged, adding a few little kisses. I nodded a little. "I'm gonna go start a shower," he said, standing up and going into the bathroom.

He came out just half a minute later, and picked me up gently, giggling and then kissing me again as he carried me to the shower.

I was feeling pretty good before, but now I just felt ugly. My hair was messy, I was sweating, my makeup was smeared, and of course I had started crying afterwards. Only I would do that, how embarrassing.

"I'm sorry, Em," I said, standing awkwardly and waited for the water to heat up.

"'Bout what?" He asked, making the temperature perfect. "C'mon, get in," and then both of us stepped in.

"I hope I wasn't a disappointment," I squeaked, the warm water drenching my hair.

"Don't ever say that again," he said. "I won't make you feel that way, and you weren't. You have no reason to feel like that." I laughed a little sheepishly and he smiled and we began to wash each other.

After our lengthy shower, he laid out a clean t-shirt for me to wear to bed.

"Do you wanna borrow some boxers?" He offered. Initially it sounded uncomfortable, but I agreed. I pulled them on after he gave them to me, and they turned out to be pretty comfy. I threw the t-shirt on over them, and it fit like a dress, it was so baggy. He gave me a little bag for my clothes.

"I've never felt like that," I admitted, smiling shyly.

"I'm glad you wanted to," he replied. "First times are weird sometimes," he said, throwing the shirt over his head.

"This was the best." He modestly chuckled. He offered after that to take me onto the roof, which I obviously agreed to.

It was freezing cold up there, but it felt good after the shower, and I knew we'd only be out there for a few minutes. He had brought a comb up there and he began to comb my hair out for me after my shower.

"I'm never gonna listen to Superman the same," I finally said. That was the first thing I'd said to him pretty much that whole night relating our relationship and his fame.

"Oh, you didn't always think I was that way," he chuckled. I didn't say anything. "You did?"

"I was scared," I admitted. "I didn't wanna give it to you and then hear that you didn't like it."

"Oh, Sam... I just do that for shock effect and comedic relief and to fuck Kim up," he said, with a little laugh. "You've got a special little place in my heart." He combed out a knot. My heart swelled at the compliment he'd given me.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You wanna go inside?" I nodded, feeling my thinner hairs starting to freeze. "Are you ready for bed for real this time?" He teased, and I nodded with a smile. He opened the fresh sheets for me and then crawled in after me. He wrapped his big, tattooed arms around me and I felt the warmth of his presence. I laid my head down on his chest.

He fell asleep soon after, and the even sound of his slow breathing was hypnotizing.

I think anyone else would've been up all night just thinking about what had happened, but I fell right to sleep, feeling comfortable, secure, and in a euphoric state nothing could bring me out of.