Will He? (Leighade)

13: Just Tonight

Jade

"What do you mean by that?" I asked dumbly, looking into sad, red eyes. "Make love to me like I'm yours...," her voice barely above a whisper. "Leigh, we can't. It'll hurt us both," I say, rubbing her side with my thumb gently.

"That's a pain I'm willing to take," her tone a bit desperate. "Pet, no. I'm not gonna hurt you again," I state, pushing her off of me as gently as I could. She grabs the front of my shirt, holding the fabric tight in her fists.

"Please. Just for the night," tears start to well up in her eyes again.

"Leigh, baby, look at me," I demand softly, taking her face into my hands. "You're not thinkin' clearly. You're just emotional-," this causes her to remove my hands forcefully. "Don't tell me what I feel," her tone sharp.

I sigh, "Leigh-,"

"No, Jade. I want you to love me for the night. Hold me and tell me it's gonna be okay," she lets out another shaky breath. "Tell me you love me." I lick my lips, looking away with a troubled sigh.

"I-I'm not over how I treated you. I-," I pause, searching for the right words to say, finally looking at her. "We both need more time before we try again."

Her bottom lip trembles, "Jade, please." I just look into her eyes, nearly letting a tear fall at her broken expression. "What did he do to you?" My voice a whisper.

She looks down and plays with her fingers. "What has he done for you to want me to pretend we're together again?" She slowly looks up, sniffling a bit.

"He called me a bitch. Said I was a cheater, when I'm not," she stops for a second. "He pushed me and hurt my back," she reaches behind her when she said that.

My anger started to swell in my chest again and I almost growl. "He pushed you?" My eyes burning into hers. She chews on her bottom lip nervously, nodding.

"Did it leave a mark?" She shrugs and I place a hand on her back, pressing on various spots until she releases a pained whimper, making me withdraw my hand.

A low growl sounds in the back of my throat and she places her hands in my shoulders again.

"No, baby," she says pleadingly. To say I was surprised by the nickname would be an understatement. Though, the rage in my body causes me to ignore it.

"He put his hands on you, Leigh-Anne. You expect me to just be cool about it?" She frowns, looking back down towards my stomach. "Look at me," I say as gently as I could muster.

When she looks back up, a single tear rolled down her cheek again. I reach up to wipe it away tenderly. "Is there a reason you don't want me to do anything?"

She stays quiet and I exhale, "If you really want to...," I trail off before continuing. "I'll be here for the night." She gives me a sad smile and I stare into dark brown eyes.

"Thank you," she says in barely a whisper. I smile at then took her chin in my hand before leaning in to capture her lips. The overwhelming amount of various emotions rack through my body as our lips danced intrinsically.

A soft moan vibrates against my lips and my hands grip her sides, earning another soft noise from the older woman. I feel her push me back and I comply, letting her take control.

I feel her hand slowly trail up my shirt and dig into my skin, making me groan quietly and roll my eyes back then close them. It's been so long since I've felt her touch.

I never knew how touch starved I was for her.

I noticed my sound excited her when her tongue slipped pass my lips. Our tongues explore each other's mouths as if this were the first time. I feel her roll her hips against me, whining quietly.