Promiscuous (Who's the slut?)

Chapter Twenty Five

That shut me up.

I composed myself and pushed him hard. I needed a good distance away from him, I didn't know what I might do out of anger. I crossed my arms on my chest. I was chewing the insides of my cheek.

"I have a migraine."

"Was it just a migraine?" I couldn't help being sarcastic. He was like a madman last night.

"I told you I had a car accident some time in May last year. I'd been bedridden for weeks. I thought I was going to die. A glass had pierced some nerve here... said the doctor." He pointed at his temple. I shivered. He would have died at that accident. I dismissed the gruesome thought of Rave being dead. I shivered coldly. I rubbed my arm.

"I shouldn't be telling you this..." He said wearily.

"Why not?"

"Because it's none of your business."

I opted to shut up. I would have coshed him good in the head. But what good would it do? The man is insufferable. He still wouldn't see sense.

"This is hopeless..." I bit my lower lip and walked passed him. "You are pathetic." I angrily pointed my finger at his chest.

"Won 't you just listen? That's why I'm taking pills. You see I don't know how to control this... I don't want to burden you Maire." He touched my arm but I flinched.

"You're a hypocrite Rave, at least some of the men I've been with had been honest of what they wanted from me... We are going in circles, yet we are going nowhere." Hell, yes I was freaking out alright. I didn't know what I should be feeling right now. I felt an overwhelming anger. I slapped him hard on the face to his astonishment. He blinked once.

"You're an idiot. From the start you think little of me. At least the boys..." He was shocked.

"Don't compare me to your toys Maire..." His eyes were blazing. I inched forward. I tried to run sideways but he was there hauling me in his arms. I squealed.

I was kicking in his arms when he cupped my cheek not too gently. He kissed me on my tight closed lips. I shoved his chest like I was pushing a wall. He was now getting brutal, I hated him that instant. His hands were keeping my head from turning sideways. From avoiding his assault.

I wouldn't let him... stripped me of my pride. Nor my dignity.

It was a war. "Maire, open up..." I tried to shake my head.

I was about to say 'no' when his mouth covered mine, again. He had me on that... My eyes grew wide. Tears were brimming on my eyes. This man hand't known the pain he was inflicting on me. Not physically... it's worse. Emotionally. How does one stop loving? Cease trying the heart from beating? Unless it's not functioning anymore. Unless... I'm already dead.

He gentled his movements. I swallowed the lump in my throat. He traced his fingers on my jawline in a featherlike caress. Something snapped inside me. It was white hot. I ceased fighting off common sense. I clutched at his arms. I was never a hypocrite, and I wouldn't start now.

There's no sense in denying. I was totally hooked. Caught. And trapped.

He pulled me closer to fit in to his warm embrace. This kiss seemed so urgent, like it was a promise of forever. Pent-up passion was overriding all inhibitions. He put my arms up to encircle his nape. I heard a throaty moan. I'd no idea if it was mine. I barely recognized the sensual words he was uttering in my ear even the sounds outside the slashing rain didn't matter anymore. Then he was back to kissing me again. No, no... it was more of ravishing. Everything was too vivid. No wonder if any minute now we'd die of suffocation. We just couldn't get enough of each other.

It was... poignant. Hot. Exciting. P-L-E-A-S-U-R-E in big letters.

It was excruciatingly delirious. I thought that all talks of pleasure was just a myth. Something people held on to just for the sake of justifying their amorous affairs. I was clutching at him like a lifeline when he carried me in his arms on the way to his room. He kicked the door open and shut it that way. He halted and raised his head.

"Don't..." I whimpered. "stop..."

I'd have no idea if it meant 'don't' and 'stop' or... literally 'don't stop' because my mind was reeling. Logic wasn't kicking in anymore.

We tumbled on the satin sheets. I didn't know how I got my clothes off. Or was it he? I was in a trance. Our eyes locked. Hungry... for what? I couldn't name it. I gulped twice. He was staring at me thoroughly. It was as if he was memorizing every mole, lines and pores in my face and down. Right at that moment, I wanted to cover my everything in me with my hands. When was the last time I was embarrassed?

He stood in front of the bed... he was gloriously half-naked with his jeans half undone.

"Are you sure?" The words were barely spoken out of his lips.

I slowly nodded.

He strode toward me, and kissed me on the forehead.

On my eyelids. On the tip of my nose. On my cheeks. On my jawlines.

I closed my eyes. I was so tensed. I tentatively put my hands on his massive shoulders.

Then the world stopped revolving for both of us. Time stood still.

It was all about US.

A cat was licking my face. It was purring naughtily in my ear. Do cats talk? Because he was sending off-the-chart messages to my senses. What a dream. I woke up with a start. I was tenderly ensconced in a tangle of warm sheets and... another body. My eyes grew wide.

Memories of two bodies becoming one flashed in on my mind. Of utter bliss. Of pure heaven. My cheeks were burning, as well as some places down there. I felt sore. My mind was replaying the scenes like in the reel film.

"You awake, sleepyhead?" The hairs on my nape stood on ends. I became aware of the body lying next to me. His arm pulled me possessively against his chest, burrowing in his heat. His voice was raspy... like he had awaken from a good night's sleep. But it was great.

I cleared my throat, still trying to find the words. What should I say? What do men and women talk about in the so-called 'morning after' effect?

"Hey... cat got your tongue?" That damn Ed Westwick's voice again. I took the pillow from our heads and covered my face. We shared one? Gee... too intimate. I rolled my eyes heavenward. I would have laughed at the exact choice of words.

"Hey..." I could feel him shaking... he was chuckling huskily. He got on his elbows and tried to put away the pillow. We were tugging on it.

"aejfoojfjgkdkjfldjfeefjfjd" I mumbled under it.

"Maire..." I tugged the pillow halfway across my face. I saw him wagging one finger on the air. He had this wicked look on his face. "Rave.... n-neeee.." No... It was muffled by the pillow.

His finger was tickling my navel. He drew a circular motion. That was my 'weakest' part. He probably found that out last night. "Rave no...." I lost hold of the pillow. I was squirming underneath his touch. "Stop..." I was breathing heavily. I was horribly laughing while I couldn't contain the tears. Overjoyed.

I tried to put his hand away from me but he was persistent. He was also laughing heartily. He looked like a naughty boy with a silly grin on his face. I wrapped the sheet securely on my body.

"Where are you going?"

I pointed the shower room. I couldn't talk. It was too late before I knew what was coming. He grabbed my hand that had taken me off guard. I stepped on the sheet and stumbled onto his chest face first. "Rav---" All words fled from my thoughts.

We forgot the time. And the world outside.