Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Coming Back... Down To Earth

I woke up lying on top of Steven, wrapped in his arms, softly moving with the pattern of his calmed breathing. 

He looked so calm… So beautiful. 

I tried to find a way to get out of his grip without waking him up.

As softly as I could, I kissed his chest and unfolded his arms from me.

Unfortunately, his milky eyelids fluttered open, and his beautifully sleepy chocolate irises stared at me, as his arms wound around me once again, pulling me back to him. 

"Well, goodmorning." He smiled as my head, once again, rested upon his chest. 

"Hi, baby." I smiled, breathing in his intoxicating pheramone. "Sleep well?"

"Mmmhmm." He yawned adorably. "Even though you woke me up…" 

"Well, I'm sorry baby, just go back to slee-" 

He cut me off with a hard kiss. 

"Now that you woke me up, I think you should do me a little favor." He smirked dangerously, causing an explosion of butterflies to cascade through my intestines. 

"Steven, baby, I would." I smiled apologetically. "But I can't… I'm on my period." 

His usually playfull pout instantly furrowed into a full blown scowl. 

"So?" He asked, as his hands roamed down my body, resting on my butt. "There's a shower for a reason." 

"Steven…" I rolled my eyes, slightly annoyed from the PMS. "Really, not today." 

"Well fine." He huffed, releasing me from his arms, in a rather snotty manner. 

What the fuck? Where did that come from?

I sat up, so I was now straddling him.

I could feel…well… his morning wood through his boxers rubbing against me.

Honestly, it felt good, and yeah, I wanted him more than anything.

But I'm really not in the mood, and he needs to respect that. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, putting my hands on his chest. 

"Nothing." He deadpanned.

His words burned like ice. 

"Oh." I mummbled, climbing off of him and making my way towards the bathroom. "Whatever…"

I shut the door behind me and instantly stripped my clothes.

The second I ran the hot water in the shower, I expected him to come in and join me, but for the full 45 minutes I was showering, I was alone.

What the fuck is his problem? All I did was tell him I didn't want to have sex… It's not like I don't want to.. I'm just on my period and I'm in a bad mood, so why is he the one acting like he's on his period?

Whatever.

I just shrugged it off, thinking that maybe I hurt his feelings. 

I wrapped a warm towel around me, as I walked over to the sink.

I couldn't shake the unmistakable hurt that seeped through my bones. 

I mean… Steven and I never fight. 

All good marriages are supposed to fight every once in a while, right?

Mechanically and robotically, I went through my morning routine; brushing my teeth, combing and braiding my hair, applying some make-up, and finally getting dressed.