Split

Passionate

I did exactly as I planned and went on at Barry until he lett me see Dennis again. He backed down pretty easily when I reminded him that Dennis had done nothing the day before except talk, and that he could be trusted if I kept an eye on him. I even convinced him to give me more time, even if it did take almost half an hour to prod it out of him. It was agreed that Dennis would be able to have dinner with me that night, much to my excitement, and I could hardly wait. Barry had brought me some magazines to scan through but I couldn't focus on them. I just wanted to hurry up and see the man I'd grown to love.

When I heard footsteps later that night I hurried towards the main door, slowing down as I got nearer so it didn't look like I had been waiting.
Dennis smiled at me and held up a bag, "I heard you wanted dinner?"

I wasn't hungry but didn't want to be rude, so nodded and walked with him into the kitchen. He set out two plates and proceeded to pull boxes out of the brown paper bag. I imidiately recognised the packaging and decoration on the sides as Chinese food and my stomach growled. I was almost in shock, already tasting the food that I hadn't had in what seemed like an eternity. Dennis must have mistook my gobsmacked expression for distaste and wrung his hands, "I, uh, wanted to do something more romantic than this but... I guess I'm not so good at this kinda thing."

"No, it's perfect!" I said a little more enthusiastically than intended, "I love Chinese food, I'm not disappointed."

"You don't have to eat it..."

"Trust me, this is the best thing you could have bought. I was just surprised that's all, it's a good thing."

"Okay..." he didn't look convinced, but as soon as I started eating he seemed to relax. He had chopsticks which he could use perfectly, and if I wasn't enjoying my dinner so much I'd have been embarrassed at my lack of effort. But right now I didn't care, all I could think about was how good the noodles were... and everything else that was out in front of me.
"I take it everything's okay?" He asked as I piled more onto my plate; he hadn't even finished his first helping.

"Mm-hmm" I nodded mid mouthful and he chuckled at me.
I didn't want to admit that I was starting to feel full-everything had been so good!-but I eventually pushed my plate aside. He had also finished and the chopsticks had been placed neatly on the side of his plate. The embarrassment finally hit me and I let my hair hide my face a little more.
"Thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Do you want to watch a movie together? That's what couples do, right?"

I felt myself blush when he referred to us as a 'couple' and looked down at the table, "yeah I guess so."

He squinted at me, "Sorry, was that too weird?"

"No," I looked at him again, "it's just funny hearing it out loud."

He half smiled, "It'll clean this up, if you want to go and put something on. I'll be in in a minute."

I did as he asked and sat quietly waiting for him, turning the chanel to find something that was watchable.
It wasn't too long before he joined me on the sofa and we sat in silence, my head in the crook of his neck and his hand in mine. After a while, when the crap on TV got too boring to watch, I shifted my head so that I was resting my chin on his shoulder. I watched him intently, studying every detail of his face before settling my gaze on his crystal blue eyes. He took a moment to acknowledge me, then, without moving his head, gave me a sideways glance.
"What?"

"Nothing, I was just looking at you."

"Maybe you shouldn't look so close."

"Why?"
He went quiet so I kissed him on the cheek, making him turn his head to look at me. I couldn't read his expression but it was a mix of confusion and concern.

"Why are you with me?"

"Because I like you? Is this a trick question?"

"No... I just don't know what you see."

I shuffled up so I was kneeling next to him and took his other hand in mine as well, "Let's see... you're sweet... and kind... and attractive... and funny-when you want to be... and you're a good man... what's not to like?"
He snorted, clearly not believing a word I'd just said.
"I mean it, I wouldn't love you if you weren't any of what I'd just said."
He shrugged half heartedly so I kissed him again, on the lips and harder than before, "stop doubting yourself."
He looked up at me, the concern leaving his face but leaving a little confusion.

"You're sure that you're not just saying all this?"

"If it was a ploy to get out of here then I'd have left when I had the chance," I reminded him and he nodded slowly. I kissed him on the cheek once again and whispered in his ear, "stop worrying." He turned to face me and held the back of my head. I felt his fingers run through my hair, down my back and to my waist. He moved so that he was half kneeling, facing me still, and he pulled my body close to his before wrapping his muscular arms around my middle. I got up from the sofa to take off my trousers and he followed me, hardly letting go and lips never leaving mine.

I took my shirt off and dropped it next to me, struggling not to cover myself like I was used to.
Dennis stepped forward, more urgently than I was expecting, and pushed me against the wall. The force of his body suddenly against mine made me hit my head and I couldn't stop a yelp from escaping.
He took a hesitant step back, looking guilty and ashamed, "I'm so sorry... I didn't... I just..." he looked down at my chest and swallowed hard, "I'm sorry, I get so carried away sometimes, I... I didn't mean to hurt you."
He backed away a little more and sighed, "I shouldn't be doing this, I'm gonna end up hurting you, Patricia was right about me... I can't be trusted."

"You can, nothings wrong. You're just more passionate than some people."

"Passionate?" He scoffed, "is that what you call it?"

"You weren't worried before..."

"No, that's the thing, I was too worried. I was in shock that you'd even look twice at me... I could keep my head because I was too busy trying to focus on everything else that was spinning round in there... now I'm more comfortable, I'm worried I'll hurt you."

"You haven't hurt me... I like that you find me attractive..."

"It's more than attraction, I can't seem to get you out of my head, all I want to do is see you and when I see you I can't get enough of you... you're becoming an obsession and from my experience, that's never a good thing."

"Maybe I can be your first good obsession?"

"I don't know if there's such a thing."

"Well let's find out," I walked over to him slowly, ignoring his reluctance to touch me again, and he looked down awkwardly as I put his hands on my hips, "I want to be your obsession, because you're becoming mine."

"I can't promise that I won't get carried away. If I do then please tell me to stop."

"What if I don't want you to stop?"

"Then you're more twisted than I thought you were..." he tried to smile, "and don't tell me to stop."

I smirked and pressed my lips against his, not giving him a chance to think anymore about it, and before I knew what was happening he'd grabbed my wrists and pinned me against the wall. I broke the kiss, shocked at the sudden movement, and he was staring back at me.
"You sure you want to go down this road?"

I would have thought I'd have been scared-if someone had told me when Dennis first brought me here that he'd pin me like this, I'd have been terrified!-but it only made me want him more. I kissed him again, greedily, and his body pressed firmly against mine. It was overwhelming, almost suffocating, but completely intoxicating. I never wanted to move from this spot again and I think he could tell. He passed my left hand into his left, where he already held my other wrist, and gripped them both between his fingers. He started to work on undoing my bra with his free hand, giving up after a few seconds and ripping the fabric completely. I would have been upset if I wasn't so engulfed in his presence.
He picked me up by the shoulders with ease and practically dropped me onto the sofa, pulling my underwear off in one smooth movement. He leaned over me, one knee on the cushion, and face stopping mere centimeters from mine. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were full of lust, forgetting the fears he had before.
He seemed to be giving me the time to decide if this was really okay, and I confirmed it by pulling him towards me and forcing my lips against his.
Oh boy.