Dollface

Part 71

I: I want to have angry sex.

Unashamedly surprised, Simon's lips part and his brows rise enough to furrow his forehead.

S: Your mood changes pretty quickly.
I: I know that means I'm probably going to get my period soon. This birth control would wear off soon anyway, so I want to take advantage while I can.

Simon can't help the breathless giggle that forces its way out of his chest, surprised at how little time it took me to turn moods away.

S: You're fucking crazy baby.
I: Is that a yes?
S: Of course.
I: You're still not forgiven.

I remind him briefly, to which he nods in understanding.

S: I wasn't expecting that.
I: Wait, but before I ignore you again...

I stare at my fumbling fingers, chewing rather nervously on the inside of my cheek.

I: Can you kiss me again?

My voice stops from saying those words out of humiliation, softening my tone and barely audible. Simon smirks at how vulnerable I look for a few moments before he grabs my chin and leans down to share a lingering, sensual kiss.

The familiar feeling of his touch makes my shoulders sag in relief. Like a weight has been lifted off my back. Fuck him for lying to me again, but knowing how soft I am to this man, I will no doubt forgive him sooner or later.

He deepens it slightly, tugging gently at the roots of my hair. I sigh heavily against his lips and feel his teeth nibble my bottom lip for a moment, but then I pull back and bump into his chest.

S: What?
I: Gone.

He smirks in amusement before muttering quietly to himself.

S: Angry little princess.

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Our next stop was right in the center of a busy, crowded city, it was small but a perfectly mixed accommodation, it's nothing out of the ordinary so this is a comfortable place to stay in a situation like ours.

We walk up the narrow stairs to the apartment we rented with our bags and I could feel an intense heat rising discreetly between us. Simon leads the way as I start to think.

I have yet to talk to him. Ever since I said I won't forgive him or talk to him yet, he has respected my wishes. I forgive him for things all the time and even though I hate myself for it, it just happens. It sucks but I can't help it.

He opens the door with the offered keys from the friendly receptionist on the ground floor. It was actually a decent sized apartment, with a hallway to walk down before entering a large living room, next to the living room was a dark marble kitchen with a gray tiled floor.

Then there was another hallway with a door that I assumed led to the bathroom and one to the bedroom. I set my bag on the navy blue couch, stretching my arms out and looking around the rest of this tidy space.

There were a few large pieces of art hanging on the walls and landscape frames.

I turn to look at Simon, who is lining up his guns on the coffee table. I swear his post-obsession habit is probably lining up those guns for his own peace of mind. It's like he doesn't want to lose count no matter how many times he counts.

But I'd rather not ask why. I continue to look around the apartment and find a bathtub in a white tiled bathroom with golden lighting adding to the soothing tone. I roll my shoulders to release the tension in my back as I roll my head and let my eyes fall shut. I sigh in exhaustion and grab my bag from the couch so I can take a bath.

The water fills to about three quarters full and I casually plop myself into the warm water to let it wash away my stress. I sit there bored yet content.