Bad Baby

21

It was getting late as the sun had already set. Victor and I hadn't moved from his couch since I had arrived, just watching random documentaries.

The police had called me again. I had gotten off with a warning, while Noah had got a fine and probation. Miles - being 19 and making my nudes child pornography in his hands - had received at least a year in prison, after I had also testified through the phone about the things he'd done and said to me.

Surprisingly, Miles had admitted to all the charges, without even trying to lessen them for himself. He did the right thing, though, owning up to how he'd fucked up.

Thank God I hadn't had to be in contact with the chief of police - Jacob's mum - but I'm sure she'd be aware of this situation somehow.

I had told Victor about all of this and everything that had happened. I honestly just wanted to leave it behind me, so I didn't have to think about it anymore and could live a normal life without constant anxiety.

But how Jacob had been towards me during lunch and also Saturday morning when I had been hinting at sex, made so many thoughts run through my head.

Maybe I was just over-thinking, but could the knowledge of the nudes really somehow have changed his opinion about me? Or was it really just that he didn't want to have sex?

I just hadn't felt nice at all at the Busy Bean, where Jacob had turned his back on me to continue a conversation with his ex, where she had clearly been pushing out her boobs for him while he knew it.

"I would seriously fuck that guy," Victor murmured, eyes fixated on the young brunet weatherman shown in this natural disasters documentary that we were now watching.

"Is sex all you ever think about?" I half-joked, cuddled up against his side.

I couldn't stop thinking about Jacob, though. If he wanted space, I would give it to him. But he was my boyfriend, and I really hoped he could talk to me about whatever was making him uncomfortable about the idea of sex.

"Well, I'm also thinking about that huge bulge in his suit pants," he shrugged casually, one arm over my shoulders. I let out a laugh, shaking my head a little.

Jacob hadn't even texted me. Maybe I should text him? I regretted bringing up sex when he clearly wasn't ready for it. I needed to apologise to him. 

I debated with myself about what to do; should I call him or text him? Or just wait until tomorrow?

Just as I was pulling my phone out of my pocket to send him a text, I received one from him. My heart rate immediately increased, nervously opening it up to read it.

From: Jacob: are you at your apartment? 

To: Jacob: Not at the moment, why?

From: Jacob: i'm outside your door... we can just talk tomorrow morning, i'm sorry.

I sat up while Victor gave me a slightly confused expression. 

To: Jacob: I'll be there in a minute, don't go anywhere.

"I'm sorry, I really need to go," I let out a small laugh, eyes finding Victor's. His brows were raised, "dick appointment?"

"Perv," I teased, gently nudging him as I stood up from his couch and stretched a little. The position we had been in for the past few hours had been very comfortable but had left my shoulders extremely locked.

I sighed a bit as I rolled my shoulders, trying to release the tension. I was in serious need of hot yoga.

"I really needed this, though, thank you," I gave Victor a grateful smile, which he returned. "Always a pleasure to have you over, girl. See you tomorrow?"

He opened his arms for me and I leaned down to give him a quick hug. Then, after saying bye and thanking him once more - since this had been a comforting mood booster after feeling slightly rejected and insecure - I left and made my way to the elevator down the hallway.

Once I reached my floor and stepped out of the elevator - probably looking like a mess - I spotted Jacob leaning against the wall across from my door, fiddling around with his phone.

"Hi," I spoke up as I began nearing him, not knowing exactly where we stood at the moment. Jacob glanced over, immediately straightening up while sliding his phone into the front pocket of his dark skinny jeans.

"Hi," he cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair as he turned towards me. I gave him a small smile before beginning to look through my bag for the key to my apartment. 

"We missed you at psych today," I looked up to see him sporting a small side grin, dark and intense eyes focused on me. I managed a quiet giggle, as I unlocked the door and stepped inside with him following behind me, "sorry, I just needed to skip it today".

"Was it because of me- I'm really, so sorry, Isis," he stammered over his words slightly after he'd closed the door behind us and I'd walked over to the island table to place my bag on top of it.

"I shouldn't have acted like that, I was a dick for ignoring you on purpose- I just-" he blushed again after I'd turned around to face him. I took a few steps towards him, leaving me close enough to be able to cup his jaw, managing to silence him in the process.

"I'm sorry, Jacob. This was my fault, I shouldn't have brought up sex. I understand if you don't want to, I get it," I assured him with a gentle smile in my dim apartment. 

His eyes searched mine and his Adam's apple bobbed a little while I gently ran my thumbs along his cheekbones.

"I-I- I do want to have sex with you," he suddenly blurted out, blushing even more as my eyes widened at his sudden confession, "I'm sorry, that sounds so fucking weird. I really, really like you, Isis, I don't want you to think that I don't want to, you know, go further with you".

While I processed all this, I felt his hands gently placing themselves on my waist. My body felt even hotter than it usually did in his company; my core clenching with the insatiable and indisposable need for him.

"I don't like Jess, she makes me uncomfortable," he then told me, unconsciously guiding my front closer to his, "I was only talking to her because I'm not good enough for you, and shit. I-I don't even know if I can have sex properly if I'm not on medication," now, my poor baby looked away, visibly feeling embarrassed at admitting this to me.

"I don't know if my focus will keep, and I don't want to disappoint you-" he stumbled over his words, while a frown formed on my lips.

"Jacob," I spoke calmly. Slowly, his eyes found mine again; looking slightly nervous. "Please feel comfortable to tell me these things, alright? I'm so sorry you feel that way because there's really no way you could disappoint me".

He nodded slowly, something flashing in his eyes discreetly as he relaxed. His hands tightened on my waist ever-so-gently, though, our fronts basically together now. 

I let out a very quiet laugh, my hands slowly moving down to his chest, "I really don't think you realise the things you make me feel, baby".

A small and low sound left his throat, lighting my body on fire in a millisecond before his lips met mine in a hungry kiss.