Stolen Moments of Love

West

The front door opening awakens me from my unexpected nap, but who am I kidding, all my naps are unexpected. I already know it's West coming in, or at least I hope, since he's the only one with a key to my apartment. I rub at the sleep still lingering on my eyelids and wipe the drool off my face. I sit up as I sense West coming into the room, actually I smell him before I see him, did he buy an entire liquor store?

"Hey, princess," he greets while bending down to peck my lips, he misses his intended target when I turn my face last minute, forcing it into a cheek kiss instead. Out the corner of my eye I see West tilt his head to the side confusedly and while he looked like an adorable little boy in the moment, now was not the time to be distracted. I've yet to look directly at him because I know my anger will subside with one long look into those baby blues. "what's wrong?" He asks as if he doesn't already know, as if this scene hadn't played out before. I warned him the last time that the next time would be my last, I'm done.

"This," I spit out, finally answering his question, gesturing between the two of us.

"Seriously, Mia, what the fuck are you talking about?" I can tell he's starting to get irritated, good, I think, that makes two of us. His strong hands gently grab my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes for the first time since he entered the room. His eyes search mine for answers, but he won't find any, I've gotten too good at hiding my emotions.

"Westley," I start, using his full name to let him know the severity of the situation, "I don't think this is working anymore." His face is deep in thought, his mind searching for any reason I would say those words. Then recognition draws on his face and to my surprise, he starts laughing. I fail to find the humor in this situation and jerk my chin from his hands disgustedly.

"Babe, I swear this isn't what is looks like," he says this with a smile, his hands up feigning innocence, as if this were all fun and games.

Looking back on this moment, I think it was the smile that pissed me off enough to do what happens next.

Before I fully comprehend what I'm doing, my hand reaches up and slaps the side of his face, hard. His head turns at the impact. He works his jaw back and forth before turning his head back to face me, his eyes looked like hurricanes in the ocean. Finally, he looks just as pissed off as I am.

I stand and try to look as intimidating as I can at five foot three, at six foot two he still towers over me, but I refuse to back down. I look hard into his eyes and try to see that boy I first met, that sunny blue day when we ran into each other, literally. I know he's still in there but he's been hurt, bruises on his heart that won't fade but I can't let him bruise me too. "Fuck you, West. I've been nothing but patient with you while you've gotten your shit together. I know you were going through a hard time and I supported you night after night of coming home late, smelling like you slept on a bar floor. I know losing your mom almost killed you. I know because I was there for all of it, but I can't do this anymore, I thought you were better. I thought you had quit. Dammit, West, I fucking love you but I just can't anymore, I'm do-" the rest of my little speech is cut off when West roughly pushes me against the wall.

"God, you're such a pain in the ass," He whispers as he sexily rolls those gorgeous eyes, his minty breath fanned across my face.

He doesn't give me a chance to speak before he starts again, "Now, will you let me explain or what?" He pushes his hips to mine and I gasp, goosebumps already appearing on my skin. I curse my body for responding to his touch, I need to step away from him to think straight. I also don't want to listen to the lie that will eventually fall from his mouth. It's probably best to walk away and cool down anyway, I slide out from between him and the wall and start toward the hallway, I don't get far before Wests' hand reaches out and locks onto my wrist, "I guess you're going with 'or what'".

Those words knocked the pin loose on my grenade of anger, "LET GO OF MY FUCKING ARM, YOU FUCKING BASTARD." I try to rip  my arm from his grasp which only makes him tighten his hold, I then turn and use my other hand to start an assault against his chest. As he gazes at me his stupid eyes twinkles and he has this sarcastic little smirk playing on his lips. "You better wipe that damn smile off your face and let me the fuck go, I mean it West." My threats fall on deaf ears, all he does is stop my other hand from beating on his chest. I stop struggling and close my eyes, counting to ten and praying for God to give me the strength not to kill him.

When I open my eyes, he's full on smiling then he says, "Sometimes I forget what a firecracker you are when you're pissed, its hot as hell," I roll my eyes but he continues, "Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I didn't drink tonight, Mia, I promise you. I was over at Ashton's, he was drinking, a lot and stumbling around with the vodka bottle. You know how Ash gets when he's drunk, he tripped over his own feet and spilled what was left of the vodka on me. That's when I put him to bed and came home to you. Mia, you're my home, I can't lose you." During the explanation I noticed his breath distinctly lacked any trace of alcohol.

His eyes hold my stare until his lips crash to mine, my eyes close in bliss and I feverishly kiss back, my hands working their way into his hair, not so gently pulling it.  West practically growls and puts his hands under my thighs, urging me to jump. I comply and tightly wrap my legs around his solid body, his lips move to my neck and I manage to say between breathy moans, "You're still kind of an asshole but I believe your story and I apologize for jumping to conclusions."

He slowly pulls away from my neck and rests his forehead against mine, "I accept your shit apology, are we good?" he asks still slightly unsure. I nod and he sets me back on my feet.

"Good," he says, smiling the crinkle-eyed crooked smile, "if it's all the same with you, I'd really like to change and catch the end of the game now." I roll me eyes, knowing I've never been more in love with him, it will take awhile for his bruises to heal along with my own but I know we can get through this. West is just as much my home as I am his.