Where My Demons Hide

On my knees and not prayin'

Slamming the door to my apartment felt good.  There was no actual need for it anymore, but I needed to direct this aggression somewhere. I knew he would be knocking on my door any minute but I just could not stand around and witness another display of heroism from him. A nice guy like him needs to stay as far away from the broken girl as he can.

Tossing my stuff onto the couch, I made my way to the bathroom.  I needed to wash this panic off of me. My skin was itching like I had a spider crawling on me and it was imperative that I scrub myself to get it to stop. Lifting my shirt over my head I stopped dead in my tracks when my front door burst open. No bell, no knocking, just swung right open.

"What the actual fuck do you think you're doing?!" Gage was actually screaming at me and panting slightly.

I refused to put my shirt back on in an attempt to make him uncomfortable. Slowly, calculated, I turned to face him. His face was flushed and his hair looked wind blown.

"Please, come in and make yourself at home," the polite tone my mother forced me to perfect was oozing from me.

"Seriously Meadow, I was inside for a few minutes come back out and you ghosted. I thought something -" he stopped and ran his hand through his hair.

"What, you thought something bad happened to me?" I walked towards him and tried not to laugh as he stared at my ceiling. "That's so fucking sweet that you were worried about me, officer," I whispered seductively as I closed the distance between us. Reaching my hand out I let my fingers run down his arm.

His shoulder muscles flexed and he pulled his arm back. Fuck him. He barged into my house, invaded my space and forced himself into my life. He doesn't get to impose on me then act so fucking prudish when I touch him.

"Please put a shirt on Meadow and we can finish this conversation," I laughed lightly as I watched him look every where but at me.

"Weren't you ever taught to look someone in the eye when you speak to them?" I nudged the bottom of his chin with my index finger, "it's ok to look, Officer Wilton," the sexiness in my voice was on purpose.  This dick had no problem making me uncomfortable or being present for all of my recent discomfort. Time for a little payback.  Even if he didn't entirely deserve it, I sure as hell felt better.

Standing straighter, he looked down and met my eyes. "There, better?" he asked through gritted teeth.

I continued to gently caress his face and his chest, fascinated as his chest heaved up and down. I could feel the tension radiating off of him and any normal person would have realized they pushed just a little too far.  But I'm not normal. I intend to push the boundaries until I can't push anymore. 

"Thank you, sir. That's much more polite," I smiled up at him and peeked through my eyelashes. "Now, what can I help you?" My legs were were on either side of one of his, my chest brushing casually against his arm. I had to admit, he didn't break eye contact with me. 

"I just want to know what the hell happened back there to make you take off like your ass was on fire," carefully he inched his feet back taking some his body heat with him.

That rubbed me the wrong way. I made a show of sliding closer to him, running my finger tips along his pecs and biceps. No longer meeting his eyes I truly began to admire his body. He was taller than me by almost a foot and twice as wide. If I stood behind him you would never see me there. There was something about that, in my fucked up mind, that I found absolutely sexy. Maybe it was because I needed to redirect my focus away from my earlier phone call.  Maybe it was because I hadn't been laid in a while and I needed to find a release somewhere.