Afraid to Love ✔

Part 11

Mai

"Nothing, not a thing. I ask about her therapy, I not think she would say..." Laurent's face and voice were soft. "Then she run away. I catch her and try for talk but she run away again." He lean against the wall looking frustrated and confused.
I planned to send him away but he sounds like he didn't do anything intentional to hurt her.
"Laurent, you know you didn't have to chase with her? She won't hold it against you, if you give up."
"Yes, I know but she still... She make me feel like no one before and I not ready for give up." He responds.
"Her fight or flight instincts get stronger the closer you get to her."
He nods.
I smile, "Okay." I open Mia's door and look in, she is dressed and sitting at her makeup table decorating her face. I open her door wide letting Laurent in then close the door behind him.
Laurent is either really patient or really determined.
I reach my room and check my costume before heading to the shower. I barely wet my body when I feel a cold breeze. I turn towards the shadow figure lurking on the other side of the shower curtain.
"Is there room for me?" Larry asks poking his head around the curtain. I stare at him as he climbs in behind me then turn away. I glance at his face, "I'm going to let you go first and I will wait." I reach for the curtain to get out but he holds my wrist keeping the curtain closed.
"Mai, I mess up, I know but I here with you and I will do better." He kisses my forehead then my cheek. "Forgive me?" He is lucky I like him. I turn to wet my sponge then apply soap. He holds my hand moving the sponge over my body, taking extra time to massage my breasts before working his way down my stomach. He's not slick.
He moves between the water and me pushing my arms above my head, kissing my neck. Cold. I feel the tile wall against my back. Crossing my wrist above my head, he holds them with one hand pinning my wrist to the wall.
His hand glides across my skin, I lick my lower lip before gently biting it. His pushes his lips to mine, his tongue presses for entry. I gasp as he runs his fingers along my apex. He takes the opportunity to kiss me forcefully as he skillfully massages my clit. I moan a little more when he applies more pressure.
"Mai, look at me." He whispers. I barely made eye contact before he pushes fully into my warm wet folds. I groan feeling his hips immediately moving at a reckless speed.
Are you serious? "Slower please."
He slows down. I try to free my hands but he holds them tighter. Oh that's how you feel? I watch his face change with his concentration. "Larry?" I whisper.
He switches gears, going faster again. "Larry!" I huff. His eyes slowly move to mine. The lustful look in his eyes let's me know he heard me.
"Cela ne veut pas mon nom." He huffs taking a few deeper strokes. (That is not my name.)
He eases his pace, placing my hands on his shoulders then pulls my legs up one at a time, my knees over the bends in his elbows. Seriously? I feel him switch again, I can feel him throbbing inside of me but he doesn't slow down. I rest my head on his shoulder. He nods adjusting his grip, then starts hammering into me. I gasp loudly in response. He slows his stroke to kiss my face.

Larry

She buries her head in my neck, holding me tightly, after a few more pumps I reach my goal. I slowly let her legs down holding on to her waist but she won't look at me. I kiss her neck, "Bebé, you ok?"
She nods, washing herself without a word to me then leaves the bathroom. What happen? I know she enjoy herself and I careful to no hurt her. I quickly wash off and wrap myself in a towel.
She's sitting on the bed putting on lotion. "Mai?"
"Hmm?" She doesn't look at me.
"Want me to do your back?"
"Non, je l'ai eu." (No, I got it.)
"Is ok, I want to." I sit beside her.
"S'il te plaît ne pas." She whispers moving away from me. (Please don't)
"What's wrong, Belle?"
"Don't do that again."
"What you mean?"
"Est-ce que tu m'aimes? Do you love me?" Her voice was cold but her eyes were soft.
"Yes."
"Vous êtes me aimez dans? Are you in love with me?" She whispers walking passed me.
"Mai, I..." I look at the floor.
"Relax I already know you don't." She opens the door for me to leave. I grab my stuff and go back to my room.
What I do? Why she mad?
I get dressed and head back to Mai's room. I knock a few times but she doesn't answer. I call her phone, it goes straight to voicemail.

Laurent

Mia barely looks up when I walk in.
"What did you want to talk about?"
"The rest."
"No pity or sad eyes?"
I nod.
"He kept me in a cage in his basement cellar. One day, he caught me trying to escape again and hit me in the face with a shovel and I stopped breathing. Probably thinking he killed me, he dragged me into the forest then buried me alive in a hole. I eventually dug myself out, crawled through the woods, and a nice lady drove me to the hospital. Four of my ribs had to be broken again and reset, my clavicle was fractured, my jaw and nose were broken. My right femur, left ulna and radius were also broken to be reset. So I was in therapy for years both physical and psychiatric." She looks at my face and rolls her eyes. "Don't look at me like that."
"I thought us friends, I should be able to show concern for my friends."
"I don't need more pity from friends over what I survived."
"I not, I feel bad someone do that to you."
"That's pity and I don't want it." She smoothes her hair into a ponytail.
"What you want?"
"Understanding, I am survivor, I don't want anyone's pity." She sat on the bed putting on her shoes. I sat on the bed beside her holding her hands. Mia only blinks her eyes. She looks almost doll like when she's still like this.
"I understand." I kiss her hands she still doesn't move.
I want to comfort her, reassure her I am here but how? I turn her to face me then slowly move my hand away.
"Mia, I want you to breathe easy with me." I slowly reach for her then pause to look into her eyes. "I want to show you, for you to know you are safe with me." She watches me closely as I slowly reach under her legs and around her waist. She inhales sharply but doesn't fight me. I pull Mia closer to me then lean her into my chest, wrapping my arm around her.
"Mia, I understand." I speak softly and rub her arm. "I want you to know you can relax with me." I move to look at her, she looks deep in thought. "I no want for push you away. I promise we go at slower pace, if you promise for no run from me." I hug Mia close to me.

Mia

I try hard to do as he says and breathe but honestly I'm fighting my instinct to fight him off and run away. He's too close. He can hurt...'Laurent is a good person, he won't treat you like the other guy.' Laurent won't hurt me. Laurent is a good person. I can smell him all around me, he's scent is... it's nice. He is nice, gentle and he seems to care about me.
'He cares about getting in your pants.' The little voice interrupts my thoughts.
"I promise we go at slower pace, if you promise for no run from me." I don't know if I can actually do that. "If you honest with me, tell when me you feel I push too hard. I not try for scare you." But he has and kinda still is. Laurent is trying and he really doesn't have to. The least you can do is try.
"Ever since you take over my dreams... sometimes I forget..." He sighs. I'm in his dreams?
"You dream about me?" I ask trying to remember to breathe.
He hugs me tight, "Since you look at me at the photoshoot." Oh, okay, you're okay. You should be happy.
"I promise I will be honest with you and try to stop running away unless you scare me." I smile and yawn.
"Are you tired?" He leans away to look at me.
"A little but I'm going to Carnivale first." I wink at him as he releases me.

After Carnivale, Laurent and Mia walk back to the car to wait for their siblings.

Laurent

"Can you tell me about you dreams of me?" Mia puts on her cape and wraps it around her.
"Well, ah," diva flip my hair. Mia giggles. I like this Mia, this is the giggling girl on the floor watching us practice. Other Mia is mean and difficult. "No worry for that, we talk for that another time." How can I tell her my dreams, my desire for possess her completely, she run away from me.
"Okay, the other day you said you didn't want to scare me so you were quiet at the photoshoot, would I still be scared or can you tell me now?" She looks into my eyes.
"I feel something pull me towards you, more than desire to watch you. Every time you looked for me I (feel close for losing control.) I feel you look and see only me, us connect. I no know I could feel that without dance." She smile when I look at her face.
"You think you know me now?" Mia laughs.
"A little. Your last boyfriend, all those years ago, what happened to him?" I smile.
"I told you. I'm a survivor." She giggles. I'm surprised she calm, no fight, no run, just smiles and baby's laughter. I laugh moving closer to her.
"Why were you upset to see me in a photo with someone else?" She looks around I follow her gaze, but I don't see anyone.
"Because you are first one for make me feel like this outside of dance besides my family and brother and I not want for give up."
"Laurent I should tell you, Chris and I will be together me for the next few weeks."
I open her door without answering. No it not okay. You mine why you no know it yet.
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Why is she acting up? Can't she see he is crazy for her?