Stalking the Dancer || 18+

Part Ten - Bonnie & Clyde

I wake up with a heavy arm draped over my waist. Last night was something from a weird Hallmark movie, the romance kind. He bought me dinner, cuddled me on the couch, and we watched my favorite movies between making out and talking about our most embarrassing memories. We laughed a lot more than I thought we would.

I know that he's dangerous, I could tell that he was evasive about his job description when we'd discussed it before. Danger aside, I never once felt afraid of him all night long. We stayed in the living room, bundled up on the couch until I suddenly opened my eyes to being carried upstairs cradled in Billy's strong arms. He laid me in his bed before sliding under the covers next to me, whispering sweet things in my ear until I fell back into a dreamless sleep. 

And now I'm here, about to wet the bed.

The memory of last night has my thighs rubbing together on their own, the pee isn't helping. I use all my strength to throw his arm off of me and I roll off of the mattress onto my feet before heading toward the door I assume is the en suite. A lot of rustling sheets and a sleepy, deep, "Doe?" is all I hear as I shuffle across the room. My guess is right, so I flip the light on and head in to do my business. I'm mid-stream when he starts knocking on the bathroom door, "You okay?" His voice is husky and drawn out, it may be cute if it weren't distracting my focus on the task at hand.

"Can't a girl piss around here?"

A deep chuckle reverberates through the door before his heavy feet shuffle away and the box springs give under his weight- he went back to bed. He trusts me not to run which is exactly where I need him to be if I decide to run. Trust is the most powerful weapon that someone can give you. He can trust me this time because I'm saving it for when I need to use it, that's just life. He seems to take whatever he wants so what's stopping me from taking back?

I'll take a few free orgasms and be on my way- I just have to figure out how.

I may have been able to evade my stalker for a few weeks when I went home to see my mom, but there are more people involved in this now. A lot more burly men with questionable skill sets who will be looking for me if I escape. They haven't hidden much from me, Ray leaves me alone in his house every day. I know way too much for them to let me go now. The thought washes over me and sends a chill down my spine.

I flush the toilet and wash my hands, leaving the light on as I exit the bathroom. "Come back to bed, Doe." His voice is husky and genuine, something in my chest twists as I force my feet toward the bed. I climb in next to him and he wastes no time before pulling me into his warm, muscular body. It's been years since I allowed myself to be held this way, I can't even remember the last time I was tangled this closely with someone else. It feels foreign, like I'm learning everything for the first time all over again.

"Dorothy?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't leave." The way I hitch my breath is too obvious to go unnoticed, so he adds, "Not yet. Just stay awhile longer before you decide." His words are pleading, and he places a light kiss on my head before I let out the breath I've been holding. 

I don't know what to say, so I don't utter a word. He lets me off easy, not demanding answers like he usually would. I lie still in his arms until his breathing evens out and even after that, I can't force myself back to sleep. A pang rings deep in my chest, a perpetual reminder of his request.

-

Hours pass before I finally wriggle my way out of his grasp, gulping fresh air the second I'm sitting upright on the bed. I need coffee and I need it now. My heavy feet shuffle of their own accord until I'm moving down the stairs and into the kitchen to turn on a pot. My eyelids can hardly stay open yet I wasn't actually asleep, this is a miserable feeling to start my day with.