A Fatal Passion Forged In Black ~Motionless In White

~ Chapter 11 ~

Abigail's POV

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The next week

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Victoria asks me. It's Friday, which of course means another party. I still haven't told her what happened and don't necessarily plan on telling her or anyone else for that matter.

"Not a chance, I'm hanging out with Ricky anyway," she pouts at me but doesn't argue anymore. I asked Ricky if he wanted to come over and of course he said yes. I know what you might be thinking, but no, we aren't dating. I don't know what we will do, maybe just watch movies or order pizza or some shit.

"Last chance," she says as she opens the door.

"I'm good," I chuckle. She huffs and heads out the door.

"Okay then party pooper, I'll see you Sunday. Have fun and be safe! Physically and sexually!" She shouts and closes the door behind her. About five minutes after her leaving, Ricky's at the door.

"Hey Rick dick," I say, poking him in the side.

"Well hello, dead man," he responds and I look at him confused as he smirks.

"Why dead man?"

"Because that's what your going to be," he says and chases me into the room and tackles me on the bed. I stare at him for a second before he starts tickling me.

"Rick-Ricky s-stop!" I scream as he laughs above me.

"Say you're sorry," he grins.

"Okay, Okay, I'm sorry," I breathe as he stops. "I'm sorry Rick dick!"

"Okay, that's it, you've done it now," he says and tickles me again violently, then stops suddenly.

"Tell me you're sorry," he says seriously, he's so close I can feel his breath fan against my lips. Before I can say anything, he closes the gap between us. Our lips move in sync and my fingers find their way into his hair. He gently bites my lower lip and when I open my mouth to moan, he takes his opportunity to slide his tongue in. His hands start to find their way up my shirt and I have to push him off.

"I'm sorry...I-I'm just not ready yet," I whisper and a tear glides down my cheek. He wipes it away and looks at me understandingly as he pulls me onto his lap.

"It's okay, I get it" he says smiling up at me. "I'll wait as long as I have to," he whispers and plants a soft kiss on my lips. He pulls away and I smile at him.

"Want to watch a movie?" I ask him and he nods. I look through my laptop at the movies I have downloaded. "Um, Sweeney Todd?" I ask him and he nods in response again.

"Do you want to order some pizza or something?" I ask him about half way through the movie and he scrunches his nose up.

"I fucking hate pizza," he states and I place my hand over my heart in fake hurt.

"What kind of sick person doesn't like pizza?" I ask him dramatically and he laughs. "How about Chinese?" I suggest instead.

"Sounds good, I'll call." He replies. I tell him what I want and he calls the restaurant. When it arrives, he runs down to get it and I take the opportunity to change into some more comfy clothes. I slip on a his HIM t-shirt I find that he accidentally left here and some short black cotton shorts.

"Is that my shirt?" He asks when he comes back in.

"Yeah, you can have it back if you want," I say and he smiles.

"Keep it, it looks better on you anyway," he says handing me my food and I blush.

We cuddle back up, eating our food and watching more movies.

I yawn and check the time, 3:42 am. "Are you tired?" I ask him yawning again. He nods and I turn of my laptop and he walks over to turn off the light. He gets into bed and pulls me into his now bare chest.

"Good night, Abby," he whisper into my hair, planting a kiss on my forehead and I feel my lips curl into a smile.

"Good night, Rick dick," I reply and laughs softly. I feel so safe in his arms and there's no place I'd rather be.

"I love you," he whispers and everything else fades and sleep takes over.