Sex and the Treaty

Beginning of the same history.

Stacy's perspective:

I wasn't drunk to forget everything and play for his tones. I was angry, angry for taking my feelings for granted again. I felt bad when he turned tables around to get sympathies for himself. I just needed a mode of reaction where I could get my frustration out. 

I saw him dab his cheek, the very cheek I slapped on. I wouldn't disagree that being close to him may have dragged me to my square base one. Liking to have him in my locks and making him say things I want to hear. But the history doesn't erase itself, does it?

He shook his head as he looked at me from his seated position. While my face just angered more seeing his glares. I might have lost it because I felt hazy for once but not entered into the drunk phase where I would just go into blank trance. 

"Was that really needed?" He asked shaking his head again. 

"You taking my virginity, was that really needed?" I asked scoffing a lame laugh. 

"And we're back to that again.." He slapped his legs and got up from his place. 

"You never actually like talking about it. Maybe it is one of the biggest mistakes you've made." I taunted him. 

"It, was not a mistake to me." He said through gritted teeth.

His eyes blazed in front of me against the dim light which enlightened the whole of this small tent. I couldn't possibly match his intense stares so I kept looking away. I feared looking at him, cuz I very well know it won't take long for me to fall for him again. 

"Oh yes! It was pleasure to you." I nodded correcting. 

"The day you actually understand me, will be the day I'll truly be happy." He said pulling a jacket from his suitcase. 

I saw him slide his arms inside the sleeves and he pulled it around his shoulders. He zipped the jacket up until his collar and left the remaining open. He glanced at me before pulling a flask from the baskets packed and keeping it on the floor. 

"How's your boyfriend doing?" He asked trying to change the topic.

"Hot I guess, but I miss him touching me." I said in a seductive way. 

"Right. Of course you do." He nodded mumbling more to himself. 

I can't stand him being around me and us being alone in this tent. So I sighed loud enough for him to hear and I unlocked the tent. The rain had calmed down to a drizzle so I zipped it up and took the step out. 

"Stacy--" He began but I didn't stop to listen. 

I stepped out of the tent to see the dark night in this dark soundless forest. I spotted three other tents with some having the light on and some with lights off. I felt his presence behind me and I didn't bother to send him back. 

"What are you doing?" He asked almost saying 'no' to whatever I was going to answer. 

"I'm bored so I'm spying on them." I said shrugging and walking past him.

No, I wanted to find in which tent my bag was. So I could just get in that tent and never come out of it. 

"That's not very nice of you." He whispered behind me. 

I turned around to face his worked out chest while he looked down at me with cute glistening eyes. 

"It wasn't very nice of you either to break my heart." I said in a straight face while he groaned. 

I noticed he had picked the beer bottle I'd left. I heard him take occasional sips while he followed me. I slowly neared the first nearest tent and I unhooked the bottom. I crouched beside it while he kneeled beside me.