My Brettonio stories

Tell me you need me

Sylvie had the longest shift of history it felt like. Every time one call ended, and they walked back into the firehouse, the alarm would go off again. It was like that for the remaining of the shift. It was one bad night in Chicago and she couldn't understand it. So when her shift was over, she was tempted on going home and sleeping for the next 24 hours, but who was she kidding? If she went to her apartment, she would only get like 3-4 hours of sleep because she was used to sleeping in Antonio's arms.

Sylvie said goodbye to everyone and then got into her car. She drove over to Antonio's apartment. She knew he had off today so it wasn't like she was waking him up and he couldn't go back to sleep. She started to get nervous though. What if he didn't want to see her yet? What if he gets mad? Shaking her head at the thoughts, she realized she was being stupid. Besides, she didn't want those thoughts to cause her to drive to her apartment and forget her plan. All she wanted, all she needed right now was her boyfriend.

She parked outside of his apartment building and she took her key out of the ignition and then she stepped out. She wished she would have stopped by her apartment though for clothes to sleep in, but at this moment, she didn't care. She walked into Antonio's apartment building and she took the elevator up to his floor. Her nerves were getting worst, but she decided to just ignore it. She was getting closer, there was no turning back now.

A few seconds later, she stepped off the elevator and walked over to his door. She exhaled a deep breath and then she rose her fists and knocked on his door. She didn't want to bang down his door this early in the morning and she figured it would take him a little to get to the door since he was still sleeping.

A few seconds later, he opened the door, only wearing sweatpants and his shirt was off. She smiled softly at him, although she was very nervous at this time. "I didn't mean to wake you up." She said, apologetically.

Antonio yawned as he moved his hands up to rubbed his eyes. "Is everything okay, Sylvie?" He asked, sleepily.

Sylvie nodded her head, trying to focus because his sleepily voice was intoxicating her this early in the morning. After a few seconds, she realized she needed to speak since he was staring at her. "I just wanted to see you?" She meant that as a statement but it came out as a question. "Long shift." She explained, and he just nodded in response.

Antonio reached out and he took her hand as he pulled her inside. "I'm going to have to give you a key so you can come in whenever you want." He said as he headed for the bedroom.

Sylvie smiled and she nodded her head. She felt bad for waking him up, but she figured they would both sleep better anyway if they were next to each other. She walked into his bedroom as she let go of his hand. "Can I borrow your shirt? I was too tired to stop at my apartment for clothes."

Antonio nodded his head as he crawled back into bed. "Of course. You know where it is, right?"

She wasn't sure if it was sad that she knew, or if it was a good thing because that meant that she was over his apartment a lot. She nodded her head as she leaned her hand up and started to take out her braid. She walked over to his dresser and took out a shirt and then she started to get undressed. A few minutes later, she climbed into bed next to him. She smiled happily as she felt his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She rested her head against his chest as she fell asleep almost immediately.

It was a little after 5 PM when she woke up, but of course she was alone. She yawned as she rubbed her eyes. Although she slept for a while, she still felt exhausted. She climbed out of bed and she walked in the living room, looking for Antonio.

She smiled when she walked in the kitchen, seeing him put away groceries. "You went shopping?" She said with a frowned.

Antonio turned his head when he heard her voice and he nodded his head. "I had to. Otherwise we would have starved tonight." He placed down the bag and he walked over to her. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asked.

Sylvie shook her head, forcing a smile. "I'm okay, really." She said as she walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. She walked over to the couch and she sat down.

Antonio nodded his head, not buying it. But he was going to figure it out once the food was put away. After a few minutes, he walked into the living room with cookies and he sat down next to her. He handed her the cookies. She looked at him with a puzzled look. "I just thought these would make you happy. Since you know, you love your junk food."

She smiled slightly at him as she took it from him and opened the cookies. She took one out and then she took a bite of the cookie, feeling a little better. After she finished the cookie, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I know I'm being a little moody right now." She said, apologizing to him.

Antonio shook his head with a smile. "It's okay, you had a long shift. Our jobs gets like that."

Sylvie looked over at him as she studied him. She honestly didn't know how she got so lucky. He always took her bad moods, or well emotional moods. Hell, she woke him out of his sleep, and he didn't even yell at her, or made a smart remark, he just led her back to his bedroom. She placed the cookies down on the table as she moved over on his lap, straddling his waist.

Sylvie leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. "Tell me you need me." She said in urgent tone.

Antonio locked eyes with hers and he nodded his head. "I need you baby. I do. And maybe in a way that does terrified me." He confessed as he moved his hands in her hair, playing with her strand.

Sylvie nodded her head, agreeing with him. "I know baby. I know. It terrifies me too. More than you know." She said as she moved her hands down and took a hold of his hands in hers. "Especially because this relationship is still new to us."

Antonio smiled softly at her, which caused her heart beat to race faster. "One thing I learned is that time doesn't mean anything. Honestly, in the ambulance that day, I knew it. I knew you would become special to me. And I tried to fight it. I tried to forget about you. I tried to make up excuses on why we would have never worked."

Sylvie smiled as she squeezed his hands. "But I wouldn't let you make up excuses." She grinned at him and then she leaned down and pressed her lips against his.

The kiss was soft at first, but it turned into a desperate kiss. He leaned her against the couch as he pulled away from the kiss long enough to pull his shirt she was wearing over her head.