Precious Dreams (Sequel to High Hopes//Chris Motionless)

Sad Face

Arabella POV

It's was starting to get cool outside, and this time of year is Chris and I's favorite. He didn't have tour anytime soon and we were just enjoying each other's company.

We just finished moving his things into my penthouse although he had to get rid of some things because there was no place for them.

I know he was going to miss Scranton but he understood that it had to happen, only for us to grow in this relationship.

I was in his lap, his arms wrapped around me on the couch. The TV was off and I was reading a book. It was hard to concentrate on reading The Shining because Chris wouldn't stop kissing and nibbling at my neck.

He moved my hair to the side and kept kissing and leaving hickies. 

"Chris?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Can you stop?" I smile. "I'm trying to concentrate,"

"Can you read that another time?" He suggests. "We haven't had any us time in a while,"

I shrug. "Sorry bout it,"

"Please, baby? I'm hungry for you,"

And I could tell. He was starting to get hard. I could feel it on my bum. "Chris you're getting hard,"

"It's because of you. You did it to me and now you have to take care of it," he smirks gently taking the book out of my hand and sitting on the floor.

I straddle him and begin kissing him without warning. He slides his tongue in my mouth and puts his hands under my shirt, griping my boobs.

I push him away but his eyes are still closed. He opens them with furrowed brows. "Why'd you stop?"

"Better?" I breath.

"No," he kisses me once. "I'm even harder than I was before,"

"Take care of it yourself," I stand up and poke at his boner. "Damn babe, you are hard,"

"Yes! I am! Now suck me off or else,"

"Or else what?" I smirk.

"Or-or else,"

I hover over his body and his pulls me under him, removing my clothes. He rips my underclothes off. I grab at his boxers but he tosses my hands away.

"Don't touch me you fucking slut," he says ferociously into my ear. He bits at my ear and neck and I let out a heated moan. He kicks his boxers off and slams into me.

"Chris?!"

He ignores me and keeps thrusting.

"Chris, stop!" I yell with tears welling up. I push him off of me and put my shirt back on.

"Bells, what's wrong?"

"Leave me alone," I slam the door in his face but his strength over does mine.

"Bella, baby, I'm sorry. I-I didn't know you didn't like it rough,"

"Yeah, I can see that," the frog in my throat takes over my voice my eyes start to tear up more. "Chris, that fucking hurt!"

He pulls me into his arms and I refuse to drape my arms around his waist.

"I am so fucking sorry. I really am. Hit me, please. Anything you want to me, make me bleed,"

I push his face with my fist with a whine.

"No, Bells. Punch me,"

I move back a bit and punch him straight in the mouth. He groans in pain and drops to the floor. Fuck, I think I hit his piercings!

Blood runs from his mouth and his hands scatter about. "Chris, look at me,"

I hope I didn't do a lot of damage. He looks up at me with teary eyes. Blood was all around his mouth. His piercing in the middle was crooked. I grab his hand waiting for him to stand and rush him into the bathroom.

I take a clean rag, dampen it and press it forcefully to his mouth.

"I did not mean to do all of this," I say with regret.

He takes the rag from my hand. "No, it's okay. I hurt you and you take your anger out on me. I wanted you too. I don't care about the damage its done,"

My eyes soften. I mean, he didn't hurt me that badly, it was just hard without warning. I just didn't have time to adjust.

I grab some underwear and put them on, sitting in the edge of the bed afterwards with my legs crossed. I placed my hand under my chin and let out a huge sigh.

After a few minutes, I could feel the weight on the bed shift. "Baby?" He says softly. "I'm sorry, okay?"

I nod.

"Do you forgive me?"

"I forgive you,"

We cuddle for the rest of the day until we both pass out. Before I went to sleep, I stare at his lip as he sleeps. His lip started to swell as I look at it which was a crazy sight to see.

Eventually, I get tired of staring at it and fall asleep at his side.