The rest of the day was spent with Steven and Amy sat in Steven’s room taking turns to play his acoustic guitar. Amy wasn’t as good as Steven but she did play him ‘Romance’ by My Chemical Romance which impressed Steven very much. Then Amy remembered to mention ‘Put Pain to Paper’ to him and ask what the bridge was about.
“Oh that? That bridge was just me being a sick-minded teenager, y’know imagining you and me doing it in here while my parents are home. Haha sorry if that creeps you out, I can change it if you want me to” Steven explained going red in the cheeks, but Amy wasn’t bothered; in fact she quite liked that thought, which surprised her as she wasn’t usually so sick-minded.
“No keep it in there... what did you imagine we were doing?” Amy asked with a devilish smile on her face. Steven smirked at the thoughts that were returning to him from the previous night while he was writing the bridge.
“Well... we were in here, on the bed and I was telling you to not stop what you were doing to me...” Steven replied mysteriously,
“Haha oh yeah and what was I doing to you?” Amy questioned, she found this hilarious at how much embarrassment she was putting Steven through.
“You were running your hands through my hair, down my naked body; we were both naked and sweating like Hell. You licked and kissed my chest and kept moving down my body to my penis... where... well... let’s just say what you did... it created a lot of mess after a while” Steven said almost darkly with a “sexual predator” stare that locked on Amy’s chest that was moving quickly as he described what he imagined they were doing. She breathed sharply and quickly.
“Woah... was I good?” Amy disgusted herself at how crude she was being, but she was reassured by Steven’s laugh
“Good? Good?! Jesus, Amy you were fricking AMAZING!” Steven exclaimed as he threw his hands up in the air in excitement. It was only an imagination but it clearly made Steven happy, or rather sex-hungry.
“Wow, well what do you want to do now?” Amy asked
“Ha well you know what I want to do, but the likelihood of my mum coming in to clean my room is very high and we’d get caught and I’m not quite sure what she’d say if she came in and saw you sucking me off” Steven said freely. He was obviously not bothered about being innocent or clean, he just went straight for it, kept it simple and pretty much all sexual, he didn’t care how he put it but that was because he was only talking to Amy, his girlfriend, probably the only person he could talk to like that. Amy thought, weighing her thoughts for a moment and came to a decision.
“Let’s do it.”
“Do what? It or the bit that usually comes before it?” Steven asked surprised at Amy’s change in personality, he noticed the risk she was willing to take and thought this was very unlike her, but he liked it.
“I’m not that much of a risk taker, Steven!” Amy exclaimed chuckling at the thought.
“OH! YEAH LET’S DO THE OTHER THING THEN!” Steven said loudly. Amy thought for a second and didn’t know what “the other thing” Steven was talking about was; there were lots of other things they could do besides sex.
“What exactly is the other thing?”
“The bit in the bridge of course, hehe and the other way round too!” Steven winked. Amy smiled and moved closer to Steven’s face, gazing into his eyes he gazed back
“Last time was unexpected and you literally pounced on me” Amy whispered as she smiled at remembering the previous night.
“Um...” Steven replied and with that Amy grabbed Steven’s shoulders and pushed him down on the bed, hard. Steven yanked his Queen t-shirt off and chucked it on the floor to reveal almost powder white skin, it was soft and firm, Amy got on top of Steven and leaned over him, glancing for a moment at the little hairs that lead down to his crotch; she ran her finger up them to his chest then to his neck where Steven moved his arms to hold Amy’s hips. He started to slowly pull her cardigan off to reveal pale, bare arms, he ran his hands down them but stopped when he reached her wrists. “Oh my God... Amy...” He gasped, trying to stop Amy from kissing his neck.
“No” Amy mumbled into his skin and carried on kissing his neck and slowly moving her hands over his shoulders and up into his soft hair.
“No, Amy. Seriously, stop!” Steven took control and held the tops of Amy’s arms as he sat up and moved Amy to sit in his lap. He held her tight and brought her wrists to his lips and kissed the cuts that covered them.
“Steven” moaned Amy trying to pull her hands away from his repetitive kissing.
“No, Amy you need to listen to me” Steven said firmly to Amy as he gave up and rested his hands in between Amy’s legs that were hanging over his crossed ones.
“Why?” Amy protested as she tried to pull Steven’s hands down closer to her warm, tingling crotch, but Steven resisted and ended up having to hold Amy’s hands still.
“Because this is serious, I knew you were depressed but I never expected you to self harm” Steven began to say but was stopped by Amy sighing,
“Don’t start... please...” whispered Amy as she rested her head on Steven’s bare shoulder and nuzzled into his neck, trying to persuade him to go back to making love but it didn’t work; Steven put his hand up to Amy’s neck and stroked her jaw bone with his thumb.
“I have to, baby, I really have to talk to you about this. When... when was the last time you did this to yourself?” Steven asked apologetically.
“About a couple of weeks before I met you...” Steven knew she was lying,
“Amy.” Steven said sternly “Those cuts look relatively new, I’d say about...” Steven thought for a minute judging them,
“I did it the night before I met you, happy now?” Amy said sharply, getting bored of this. But then she realised what she had said “happy now?” of course Steven wouldn’t be happy, he’d probably be fuming, Amy only had to wait for a moment to find out what he thought of this.
“So, just over a day ago... why did you do it?” Steven asked surprisingly calmly as he delicately stroked the many cuts that scarred her wrists.
“Why did I do it? I dunno... lots of reasons I guess...”
“Well, when did you start doing it?”
“A few months ago... I was in the kitchen when I was home from school because I had another break down in class, and somehow caught it on my arm... It felt... good. I drew it across my wrist again and it still felt good... I gradually became addicted to doing it and I couldn’t stop, the last time I did it everything had just got to me, those bastards at school, my parents, they just all got to me and I shut myself in my room and just... started cutting... after a while I moved to my legs and just passed out because I was crying so hard and so often, my head went dizzy, my wrists and legs were throbbing and then after a while... I went numb and fell on my bed and just passed out...” Amy explained, warm tears falling down her face onto Steven’s skin, they trickled down his chest and stomach where they landed between Amy’s leg and the bottom of Steven’s stomach. Steven made reassuring hushing noises as he cradled her in his arms, it wasn’t warm but it was soft and comfortable.
“It’s okay... don’t worry, just empty onto me the hurt...” Steven whispered softly. Amy burst into tears even more as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Steven lay back against the pillows and Amy slid off onto the bed and cuddled into Steven’s body, they lay there for the next half an hour as Steven “shh’d” her softly. Amy wiped her eyes and sniffed a little, she looked at Steven, her bloodshot eyes were going back to normal, and Steven looked at her and kissed her forehead as she rested her head back on to his still shirtless torso. All was silent except for Steven’s calm, soft breathing and Amy’s shaky breaths. Steven had one arm wrapped around her and the other resting on her hip and they lay there for another five or so minutes until suddenly a large clunk rang through the room and the bedroom door was swung open by Mrs. Battelle carrying a washing basket.
“Oh shit” Steven muttered as Mrs. Battelle gasped at the girl she met just last night wearing only a vest top in the arms of her shirtless son both lying on the double bed.
