She is my Sin - A Marjumn Story

7: Protective

Unable was the only word to describe the state Autumn had been put in, being completely unable to remove her eyes from the direction of Marjorie's hand and unable to put Dave in his place for disrespecting her woman.

Which one was worse?

Being unable to take her mind and eyes off of Marjorie's tightening grip was driving Autumn wild, never wanting her hand to move. Unless the movement was further up her leg. However, being unable to attack Dave for his previous comments was making her indescribably mad. How could such a lovely soul be attracted to a man like Dave? He was an alcoholic, women being his bottles. Passing them around, hunting for that intoxicating high again.

Marjorie didn't deserve to be a cheap bottle of wine. She deserved to be cherished like a £200 bottle of scotch. That price is still far too low. Autumn used wine as a way to escape and she could never compare her Marjorie to that coping method because the Marjorie she knew was something she could never run away from. She wanted to run into her arms, have her hold her together when she shattered like the frail bottles she drank from.

If she couldn't slam that monster's head into a wall, she would get him out of here before she did so.

“I'm all for some cheap flirting, Dave.”

Dave and Marjorie's eyes both dart over to where Autumn is sitting.

The two women hold eye contact as Autumn continues.

“However, this is a working environment and…”

Autumn turns her attention back to Dave while slowly rubbing her own hand onto the one Marjorie had placed on her thigh, causing a flush of rose to cover Marjorie's face.

“... Your woman here is a bit…. busy.”

Smirking.

Why was she smirking?

She was implying that Marjorie needed to continue working was she not?

This interaction was all it took for Dave to notice the way his current cheap wine’s eyes were fixated on the woman sitting next to her. Turns out, he really wasn't a fan of girl on girl action if he wasn't involved. This behaviour would need to be corrected later.

“Well-”

Dave used his hand to force Marjorie’s head in his direction.

Marjorie has to squeeze Autumn's thigh even harder, this time to make sure they both don't lunge for this misogynistic prick.

Autumn stifled a moan from the back of her throat.

That was a tender pain she wished she could get used to, however, she didn't know if Marjorie would ever touch her like this again.

“I'll see you for our date tonight? won't I, sunshine?”

“She hates the name Sunshine.”

How did Aut remember that about her? She'd only ever said it once.

“She likes it when I call her it, don't you…..sunshine?”

His tone was becoming aggressive.

“You should have seen what that little nickname had her doing the other night….. I'm sure you would have loved it.”

The tension between her monster and her guard made the princess worry for her safety. She knew she'd have to answer Autumn's queries about this comment later…

What worried her more?

The way Dave was planning on correcting her behaviour after their later date.