Y'all already know ;)
And yes this is a shorter one, just really wanted to write and it ended up not being as long as usual. This was fun though hA
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Surprisingly, Scott made it home in one piece. It was a painful journey back and he endured many stares, but trudging through the front door was nothing short of relieving. He jumped (not very energetically) into the shower and groaned as the ice cold water hit his face, rubbing at his skin for the blood to disappear. Drops swirled down the drain and Scott was soon out again, redressed and feeling a lot more awake.
Leaving the bathroom, Scott decided to wander around his apartment, and give himself a small break. There was nothing he needed to do except wait, so chucking his bloody shirts away, he started to walk.
First he went to the lounge, and stared up at the purple projecting lights installed into the walls. All the furniture in the room was of high quality, and made it look very modern and fancy. The matte black walls made the room have an elegant feel, and it was a place he took much pride in. Near the wall-mounted TV, a ground to ceiling window looked out to the buzzing city below. The hole was on a very high floor, and all the cars and pedestrians were like tiny ants crawling along.
Then was the kitchen, with a computer set up on a tall desk near the back. The counters were all pristine, and the leather stools along the breakfast bar were perfectly aligned. The purple glow from the lounge carried over to the open plan kitchen, and looked beautiful; almost like a model apartment in a celebrity magazine.
It was spotless.
Next Scott found himself in his bedroom, with a similar style to the rest of the house. Dark walls, hard wood flooring, and bright lights from the top corners. In the centre was a grand California King, piled with golden pillows and intricate quilts. This was probably Scott's favourite room, but he couldn't have made this all on his own... that would be impossible.
Finally Scott made his way to the spare bedroom, which was converted into a big walk-in wardrobe and exercise area. One wall had mirrors over the entire front, and taking a closer look Scott adjusted his collar and ruffled his hair a bit more. His face was still matching the colours of the lounge lighting, but Scott still thought he looked sexy, and that was enough for him.
In the room, different clothes on velvet hangers hung from the metal rails that ran like train tracks. Adding to that, there were white shelves full with pairs of shoes, coats, and just about spare everything. But what took Scott's main attention was the rails at the far back, displaying many long, short and some lacy dresses. There must have been about fifty all together waiting to be worn. No, Scott didn't wear them, somebody else did.
And as soon as she came to Scott's mind, the front door clicked open signalling she was also here too.
"Honey, I'm home!" Christy called out.
Scott took a final look at himself in the mirror, and smirked with satisfaction. Overall happy with his look, and hoping Christy wouldn't notice his bruising that much, he went to go and greet his one and only. The front door was connected straight to the lounge, so as he turned the corner she was standing right there for him. She was still wearing her purple dress, with black tights and heels to compliment it. Her blonde wavy hair was flowing past her shoulders, and she wore a dark lip and rosy blush on her cheeks.
"Hey baby, how'd it go-" Scott slurred, quickly taking Christy in his hold and planting a long kiss on her lips. She giggled into it and moved closer, resting her arms around his neck. Scott held her hips firmly in his hands, and she pulled away with a smile.
"That Kallie girl's such a bitch," she laughed, returning back to Scott's desperate mouth. "Don't know how I still keep with that fake smile!"
Scott opened his eyes and cupped Christy's face, admiring her fully before speaking again.
"Even if it's fake, it's still sexy as hell," he said low and gruff, making Christy go for him once more. Eventually they let go of each other, and Christy picked up her suitcase, wheeling it back to their shared bedroom to start unpacking from her 'business trip'. Scott watched as Christy turned away, not even trying to stop himself staring at her tight dress, revealing maybe more than should have been on live television. Scott smirked once again at his lady, and took himself to the kitchen to make the two some food to share.
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"Baby, you look - sorry about this - bad," Christy admitted, raising her head from Scott's chest. They had been sat together on the couch, watching the same reality tv show and eating, purposefully avoiding a subject they knew they had to discuss. Christy had kicked her heels off they were both there so long, and it had grown dark outside as well.
"Didn't you hear me down the phone, I was chokin' up blood!" Scott replied. It sounded like the right time to laugh, but for some reason he couldn't. His vocal cords felt like they were clamped shut, and it was only when the thought of Link came up. Only then.
"You are alright, aren't you?" Christy asked, now facing Scott properly and holding his hand in hers.
She twisted his silver wedding band around his finger, urging for a reply.
"Yeah, now you're home, baby. Course I am."
Christy didn't completely believe him, but let it past her and leaned back onto his warm body. She looked at her own wedding ring, and the edge of her lip curled up as she realised how much nicer it was than her first. Then Link came to her mind too.
"So..." Christy began, trailing off for a second. "He's back at Rhett's."
