Dollface

Part 73

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I was standing peacefully in the kitchen drinking a glass of orange juice and when I look at the time it is 12:47 am. Simon hasn't actually left the bedroom and when I went to check on him he was completely unconscious, hair a mess and limbs spread out like a starfish.

I take a sip from the glass still reading the entertainment book about wives who murder, my eyes completely focused on the book. Fingers absentmindedly playing with the buttons of Simon's shirt I was wearing.

S: What are you doing?

Simon croaks tiredly behind me. I turn briefly on my heel to see him rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. Hair a messy frizz of curls on his head and his boxers low on his hips as usual, revealing his prominent V-line just sticking out.

S: Aside from getting the shit out of me.
I: Get over it.

In all seriousness, he stays straight, with a dazed face, and grabs me by the hips, pulling me in for a hug. I let my arms hover over him, not returning the attention. However, none of this seemed to faze him, he just leaned down and kissed my jaw repeatedly while hugging my waist tightly.

S: Look, I don't care that you left me earlier. I don't care at all... although it would have been nice if you had followed through with what you were planning.

He didn't even have to look me in the eyes to know that I was making the most reluctant face at just the thought. I don't want to fuck him right now, he was a dick to me.

S: But that's beside the point. I just care that you're upset, that part of you hates me for lying to you. I don't want any part of you to hate me because all I ever want to do is make you happy. I'm sorry, love, and I'll say it as many times as I have to until you forgive me.

I exhale heavily, placing my hands on his shoulders and running my finger over the tattoos.

I: I'm not mad at you... well, not that much. I just wanted to... get the fuck back to you. No matter how childish that sounds.
S: That sounds very childish, but haven't we always been a little childish with each other.

He pulls back a little to grin lazily at me, eyes still puffy and tired, effortlessly the most human thing but so incredibly handsome.

S: I'm fine, I deserve it.
I: I could still shoot your foot.

I offer with a small cheery smile, getting nothing but an eye roll in return. Both of my cheeks are then cupped in his hands and my head is tilted up to receive a soft kiss on the lips, the apparent heat in my cheeks came out of nowhere and I hate it when it happens because there's nothing I can do to hide it. I'm clearly madly in love with this man, there's no denying that.

S: I love you, please don't shoot me in the foot. I agree that you can hit me.
I: Wait, really?

My eyes widen in shock as I stare at him, searching his eyes for any proof that he's been trannyed. Did he hit his head or something? Who in the fucking mind would offer to be hit? Well, I can't really say I'm that surprised. He's a human killing machine, or was, so I think he can take a hit.

S: Yes.
I: Are you sure?
S: Positive.
I: Very good.

His brows rise for a second or two, surprised that I would actually agree, like it's almost exciting. I wait patiently as he backs away, stepping away from me and keeping his hands behind his back.

S: Okay then dollface, hit me.

I raise my fists and look him in the eyes as I get into position. My hands clench and I narrow my eyes slightly, hoping it will make me look less like the idiot girl I am who has no idea what she's doing. He just keeps his eyes on me, showing no signs of regret whatsoever.