Affirmation

Bloody Mary

Hey guys, just a quick little NSFW warning. This ones based off of Lady Gaga's song "Bloody Mary" (which I think is a great song for this film btw).  Enjoy!
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Arthur walked you home, holding on to your coat and his. The two of you walked side by side into the apartment building, laughing and chatting, only taking a break on the elevator.

He walked you to your apartment, stopping in front of your door. You noticed his happy gaze to suddenly start to wind down.

"I had fun tonight Arthur, thanks again."

You offered him a smile as you started to unlock your apartment door. He felt a fire burning in his chest, similarly to the same sensation he felt when he was about to have an outburst, but when he tried to let it out, no laughter came.

"Yeah" he cleared his throat and shuffled around "m-me too. It was different."

"I've never danced around in the rain, that's for sure. But there's a first time for everything, I guess. It's as fun and liberating as people say."

He chuckled. Liberating it was, but for him it was more profound. Almost an awakening.

See if she'll invite you in, Arthur. He had always wanted to see where you live. How you live. Study the items that get to see you every day, every hour, and feel some sort of jealousy he couldn't be one of them.

Maybe it was just a burst of confidence, or maybe it was the fact he hadn't taken his pills in a while and was just hallucinating, but his next move wasn't him. It wasn't the Arthur who got beat in an alleyway weeks before, or the Arthur who dropped a revolver in a children's hospital ward. It was a manifestation of Arthur he had always quelled and never released.

He studied you as you watched his hand reached your cheek. The back of his hand brushed your cheekbone lightly, and his fingers danced around your temples, tucking loose pieces of hair behind your ears.

He looked into your eyes, as you looked up at him, both surprised and feeling helpless, in a good way. He cupped your face with his hands, and drew you in for a kiss. This time, you could feel his tongue on yours, and his teeth on your lips. He tasted like cigarettes and coffee.

After what seemed like a minute, he drew away. You could see how much taller he was than you once again. You felt your bottom lip begin to swell a bit from the kiss. He was hungry for more, and it both excited and terrified you.

"I, um," you stared at your doorknob at a loss for words, and you couldn't help but giggle quietly "I should get going."

He wasn't used to being the one that was put together. But he did admit to himself, it felt good to be able to make someone feel the way you did. He never thought he would be able to.

He lit a cigarette in front of you, the flame from the lighter illuminating his hands. You watched his hands intensely; they looked rough yet delicate enough to feel sensual on your soft skin.

"Right, of course. Have a good night."

"You too, you too Arthur. I'll see you tomorrow."

He turned on his heel and walked down the hall. You watched his gait as he walked side to side, his still wet hair following the movement of his stride. He blew the cigarette smoke over his shoulder as an excuse to see if you were still watching. You were.

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You had just gotten out of the shower when you heard a loud slam. You didn't think twice about it - the walls in your apartment building were obnoxiously thin, and you were always hearing all sorts of weird stuff.

You stood at your bathroom mirror, wrapping yourself up in your robe. You undid your toweled hair, and let it fall past your shoulders. You continued to do your routine, letting your hair air dry.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you cursed yourself for leaving your living room window open. It wasn't too cold out, but your apartment was freezing. You walked over to the kitchen and raised the a/c.  You braced yourself before going to close the window.

"Stop yelling at me..."
"I'm not yelling..."

You stopped in your tracks, hugging your robe so it covered you more. You could hear loud voices through the walls and the open window. You slowly approached the window, trying to hear more.

"Im not talking to you until you calm down..."

The voices were definitely coming from Arthur's apartment. You assumed he and his mother were fighting. You felt a shiver down your spine. You stood frozen for a moment, tucking your still wet hair behind your ears. You had never heard that much noise coming from his apartment, and you felt kind of worried. You stood by the window for a few minutes until the voices died down. You quickly closed the window, and rushed to the front door to lock it before you went to bed.

Just as you were reaching for the lock, you heard a knock on your door. You quietly looked through the peephole. It was Arthur.

You felt the blood in your body begin to warm, maybe out of fear, maybe out of a surge if excitement. You quickly opened the door, standing before Arthur in your robe and we hair.

You looked up at him, and he stared back at you. He was still in his clothes from earlier.

He stepped into your apartment, grabbing you gently but assertively by the back of your neck. He lowered his head to meet your lips with his, using his other freehand to close your door. He kissed you furiously and passionately, guiding you to step backwards.

He kept his eyes open as he kissed you to steady himself and you. He looked around to see the bedroom.

You walked backwards with your eyes closed as he pushed you back slowly with his hands on your hips. You felt the door frame to your bedroom behind you, until he pushed you into the bed.

You laid there looking up at him, your hair a mess under you. He watched you as you breathed heavily. He stared into your eyes as if asking permission, and you nodded.

He undid your robe, and you felt the cool air on your skin. He ran one of his fingers down the length of your body. He had always imagined how it felt.

You sat up and helped him out of his burgundy outfit. You noticed a scowl on his face as he turned to kiss you. He was angry, but the way he treated you led you to believe it wasn't towards you. You were right. It wasn't, but instead towards his mother and how instantaneously his life changed. But you didn't know that. He would tell you eventually. But he needed a release.

You watched his furrowed brow as he positioned himself on top of you, and lowered himself into you. He sunk his face into the nape of your neck, and felt you wrap around him.

The real Arthur was finally able to break free.