The Stranger (temporary title)

Two:

Evangeline:

The next morning Evangeline had awoken to an empty bedroom, everything from candles to the sweet rose petals from last night were completely cleared away. She knew Eric was probably pissed at her for ruining the night but, it wasn't like she could control how tired she was, otherwise she would've gladly jumped him like a bunny. Groggily she put on her glasses and slipped out of bed making her way to the small bathroom that connected to her room. As every morning started, she would examine herself in the mirror to find every flaw she could then would proceed to wash her face, brush her teeth and comb her light blonde hair until it laid straight past her elbows. The good thing about it all, she thought to herself, was that she had crashed in her uniform and wouldn't have to change. If there was a definition for lazy, she would probably be it. Finishing up in the bathroom, she knew she had to prepare herself for Eric. Hesitantly she opened the bathroom door and walked down the narrow hallway lined with photographs until she came to the living room. Eric was on their black couch working on his novel, he never even bothered looking up at her almost as if he didnt know she existed or didnt hear her come in. His short brown hair was tousled neatly on his head which made him look handsomely boyish. His posture gave away that he had clearly been up all night working and it was her fault. Setting aside her pride she made her way to the couch next to him, leaning softly on his shoulders and kissed his neck gently. "Morning baby." she said as seductively as she could.

"Morning." Eric replied with annoyance. Trying to stay patient she continued kissing his neck and nibbled lightly on his ear, her arms wrapping around his waist and sliding down his muscular stomach until reaching the hem of his jeans. Before she could go any further, he pushed her hands away from him and shrugged her off. "I'm not in the mood right now Eve."

Taken aback she moved away from him in silence. She knew he could be an ass but she didnt think he'd be this upset over sex and frankly she didn't have the time for it. Getting off the couch she went to the kitchen and poured herself some already made tea and added bread to the toaster. She didn't like to eat large meals before work it always made her feel lazy and that was the last thing she needed. After the toast had finished she grabbed an apple and sat at her small dinning table taking a few bites here and there from the burnt bread, while gazing through Facebook on her phone. It was only seven thirty and she secretly wished it had been nine already so she wouldnt have to sit in the deafening silence any longer. "Are you okay?" She finally asked which received her a glare.

"No Eve, i'm really not. I can't believe you fucking passed out on me last night. Do you realize how that made me feel? Am I really so damn boring you couldn't even stay awake long enough to do anything?" Before she could even respond, he was in full rage. "We haven't had sex in months! Months! I don't think you understand the position that leaves me in Evangeline. A man has needs that need to be fulfilled and it looks bad when his girl isn't even remotely interested." He pushed his hands through his hair but kept his eyes on her.

Her mind was racing then. Of course it had been months, they both were two very busy people who had their own time schedules and when she would make a move, he'd be too busy and she would be too tired. "I'm sorry." was all she could say. In her mind she truly believed she was at fault and she wouldve done almost anything to make him happy.

Eric sighed and moved his laptop onto the coffee table in front of him so he could stand and walk to her. "I love you Eve." He said kneeling in front of her legs, his green eyes staring into her blue ones.

She couldn't stay mad at a face like his, even if she wanted to and she despised that he made her so feeble. "I love you too Eric." She reached out and caressed his long face. She meant those words deeply but something stirred in her that made her feel uneasy. Did he mean them too? His hands roamed up her soft legs and dipped under her skirt making her shiver. He had to have loved her to touch her so gently and meaningful. Right? She didn't have time to think any further because before she knew it, his fingers were at her her panties and were swiftly moving towards her femininity. She'd be lying if she said she didn't want more. She bit her lips eagerly at his touch and couldn't help but move her hips in excitement which in turn gained her a mischievous smirk. He was teasing her and she knew it. He moved his fingers rhythmically against her clit first soft then gradually harder and faster making her moan and admittedly very moist. Her legs began to quiver and almost buckle but he held them open and continued his work before replacing his fingers with his tongue. At this rate she would probably be late for work as the time was flying by but she couldn't even form words, he was so good. His tongue traveled its way casually inside her as if it knew her crevasses by heart. Unable to fight it, she moaned loudly making his hand grab for her mouth to block it as much as possible so the neighbors didn't think anyone was dying. Her head fell back against the chair, while her hands pushed his head closer to her core. She needed more and more until finally his tongue curled against her g spot and she couldn't help but to release into his mouth and finally breath. When he was finally through, he licked his lips and moaned in pleasure.

"You tasted so good babe, this was nice." he said, planting a kiss on her lips before descending back to the couch. Her breathing had slowed as she sat up and adjusted her black pencil skirt, watching him go back to typing. That was it? No conversation? No asking her to skip work for alone time? Confusion filled her then. She had never felt so used and abused until this moment and by her own boyfriend none the less. Upset, she shoved her phone in the pocket of her skirt, and walked back to her room so she could change into new panties and find some black flats since her white ones had gotten her in trouble from becoming so dirty. Picking up her purse from off the floor she left the house without another word to him.