Moriarty's Touch

Jekyll and Hyde

SLAM!
You jolt your head up from your computer.
What the heck?
James throws his business bag on the counter in a huff and basically stomps into the kitchen.
"Babe?"
You carefully watch him as he yanks the fridge door open and grabs a beer. He pops the cap, the sizzling filling the silence. Gulping it down, he leans on the fridge and loosens his tie.
" Hey you ok?" You say, shutting down your computer and noticing a strange blue stain on his kakis.
He takes a deep breath setting down the can on the counter."Hmmm" he groans.
"Hey c'mon now tell me" You weakly smile.
" You don't care like the rest of them." He mumbles.
"Babe." You say getting offended.
He pouts looking at his TECHWORLD name tag on his breast pocket and flicks it.
He takes a deep breath, "I'm the manager and still they push me around like I'm a temp. Yes I get that your daughter is having a child or that it's your friend's vegan party for their turtle or you just find the job boring. But I still need you to come to work and do your job and not make stupid excuses. You want to be paid, I want to be paid, we all wanna get paid right? You don't get paid when I have to take cover for you. I can't cover Alexis, Harold, and Ian's job all at once. Bob says if I can't do this I can't move up in the company."
His dark Irish accent caused him to mush words together so he angrily licks his lips, and takes a minute to gather himself.
"I can't do it all. But I let them. Why? Because I'm a nice person."
He takes off his glasses breathing heavily as he cleans them on his shirt in frustration. "Quarterlies were due today at 12 and I flipping missed it because Sophia decided to take a smoke break, even though her smoke break is at 11. Then this lady wanted 50% off a flat screen, which was already marked down to 24% off but she wanted more because she had a coupon. But She had an EXPIRED coupon! And I explained to her that's not how it works then she wanted to speak to the manager. I AM THE MANAGER. When she stormed off her and her 150lb 6 year old child tripped and spilled his slushee on my kakis and broke the tv. So now I have to go and -FUCK" his glasses drop to the floor and smash into a thousand glass pieces.
He stands there biting the inside of his cheek looking defeated. A strand of black lifeless hair falls out of its slicked back formation and rests on his ear, tickling him and making him twitch.
"Hmm" you hum empathetically. " Is that all?"
" ....Peter and Lucas also made fun of me because they don't believe I landed a girlfriend like you and said that the sex is as boring as I look." He says glancing up at you then looking back down at the mess.

" Damn" you say getting up and carefully walking over to him, being vigilant of the glass.
"Don't patronize me" he says crossing his arms.
"I wasn't trying t- "
" I don't want your pity." He crosses his arms like a young child.
You click your tongue on the roof of your mouth, just watching him pout.
" I can help with one thing."
"Huh?" His dark eyes flit up as he furrows his brows.
" Let's prove Peter and Lucas wrong." You take his face in your hands lean your forehead against his. " C'mon" you whisper against his lips.
He weakly kisses you back.
"I don't want your pity."  His deep voice growls.
You roll your eyes and let go of his face, then you nod for him to follow you into the bedroom.

You slip out of your socks and lay on top of the covers waiting for him to join you. When he finally does, he lays next to you in a hunched over slurrpie smelling mess and puts his head in his pillow.
"I cleaned up the glass."  He says, muffled by the pillow.
You both lay there in silence for a couple minutes and you begin tapping on your stomach and watch how the desk next to the window looks at 5 in the afternoon.
You hear him move against the blanket so you raise your eyebrows expecting him to make the first move, but after a few minutes more, you begin to get restless and bop your leg against the bed,  still watching as the shadows change against the desk.

"Why don't we do anything fun anymore?"
He says rolling over. "Like I feel like it's just us working, we bang it out- that's like 10 minuets then we go to sleep. No foreplay or anything We can like eat food off each other. That's what Peter and Kathy do..."
Looks like he didn't get the message. You think to yourself.
" But you're allergic to whip cream and peanut butter babe."
He just stares at the ceiling thinking, or maybe he can't see you because his glasses broke, either way he's not seeing that you are ready.
"Maybe like role playing...?" He mumbles trailing off.
" Babe it's weird but I'm not going to be princess Lea every time. Also we can't get the costume off." You say rubbing his shoulder.
"What about domination?" He whips his head towards you, his eyes widening.
"Babe.." you laugh in disbelief.
James rolls back over and nudges your hand away.
Trying to comfort him, you scootch over and throw your arms around him like a human blanket. " It's ok babe we'll do wine tasting or see a movie ok? I still love you I don't care what they say at TECHWORLD they're jerks ok babe? You're perfect for me." You say softly biting his ear.
His musk fills your nose as you hug tighter, wanting to let him know that there's someone who cares about him and loves him.