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Title: Stupid Boundaries in Life
Author: beecat (me)
Pairing: Billie/Tre
Rating: Sorry no sex but implied and some angst but that what I am about.
Disclaimer: SO not ture!
Notes: If ya a lil confused at the beginning don't worry it will all become clear.
ok XD
I shudder, I’ve been outside in this rain for so long my whole body is numb; my black hair is sticking to my head; even my brain has stopped working, I have almost forgotten what it is I’m standing here for.
Then a car rolls up and the window slides down, “what the fuck you doing out there?” a familiar and concerning voice says.
“Waitin’.” I reply.
“Waiting for what? Death? Get in.” he thumbs towards the passengers’ door.
I do as I’m told and ran round the front, opening the door and slipping into the lovely heated car. It feels safer than outside; way safer.
“Here,” He grabs a blanket from his back seat and tosses it to me.
“So you goin’ to tell me what possessed you to stand out in the pouring rain? You suicidal or something?” he’s driven on and only glances over at me the rest of the time staring at the road.
I shrug my shoulders; but I know exactly why I’d been stood out there for almost 3 hours.
I won’t tell him.
“You don’t know?” he asks sceptically.
I just nod; staring out the window.
It not long before the car is stopping.
He grabs a jacket from the back seat putting it on; jumping out.
It’s getting darker and the rain is not so heavy now, I slide out the door that’s been opened for me and follow him inside.
“So are you goin to tell me?” he asks, shrugging off his coat hanging it up, before moving to lighten the place up. He looks back at me.
“Is none ya business.” I reply “What do you care anyways?”
“Fine, I forget it then.”
He leads me to the kitchen putting the coffee machine on, “You want some?”
I just nod again.
“So how have you been?” he sounds like he knows what the answers goin to be so I say it anyway.
“What do you care?”
At that he huffs and walks off to the fridge.
I glance around the place; it’s nice very… homely, very much the opposite to my place. But then there’s a big difference between him and me.
He’s got some standards whereas me; I don’t know what they’d be if I had any.
“You ok?” he asks.
“Humm.”
“You look all… wet, come here.” He’s stepping towards me with that caring look, I don’t like it.
He takes the blanket that I’d been clinging to, I must look confused as hell because he starts saying, “your soaked, if you don’t take off them soaking wet clothes you get a cold or worse.”
I find myself thinking ‘what do you care?’ again but I don’t say it.
He stops his mothering, “Is you life that bad that you have too stand out there even in the pouring rain and almost kill yourself?”
I look up at him, why does he have to keep asking about everything? Does it even matter? Why does he even care?
“You going to answer anything?” he jogs me out of my thoughts.
“Why don’t you just take what you want and give me the money already?” I say holding up my arms and I try to grin devilishly but I’m too cold and I just shiver, my knees start to buckle under me, but he’s there and lifting me up in his strong arms.
“If you’re desperate I’ll give you money; but I just thought I’d save you from the weather and whatever else is out there.”
“I don’t need you charity, I can take care of me self!” I push him away; stumbling over to the door but he’s there and I can’t stop him from dragging me up the stairs.
“Oh ya wants some now huh?” I ask as he slings me over his shoulder.
“Shut up.” He mumbles.
I can’t help but grin, I got to him.
He throws me on his bed, how do I know it’s his? It smells like him and the feel of the red sheets are oh so familiar to me.
“If I wanted to fuck you I would have done you in the car!”
I crawl up on all four and grin at him, “No you wouldn’t, you’re not the type for screwing in a car, blowjobs yer not screwing a dirty whore like me!”
That’s when he changes he looks at me, “And how do you know?!”
I grin again, “The last times you fucked me right here; you actually took me to your house, no motel, no ally and NO back seat…” I snarl. “…And the way you moan…”
“What about it?” his eyes never leave me as I lay down on his bed again, rolling around on the warm silk sheets, enjoying the small pleasure.
“I can tell a lot about someone just by their moan…” I stop rolling and grin up at him, “and you...” I wiggle my finger up at him, “you have a soft, sweet kinda needy moan.”
I stand up and stumble towards him, I feel kinda drunk now.
“And you Tre are the sweet fuck that a whore like me craves, you know why?”
“Why?” his lost his anger now its just curiosity I see in his eyes.
“Because you’re innocent and pure; well granted you pay for sex, but your heart is sweet and pure and it’s nice, reminds me that there are still good people in this world. Yer I guess you’re kinky but you’re not as bad as most people…” jeez I didn’t realise I was goin to say that, “So, yer, you’re a very sweet fuck.”
I stand in front of him; I just told him now didn’t I? Shit.
“Am I making you want it?” I ask hoping maybe he might wanna.
“No.” he replies, I sigh slumping back on his bed.
“Is that why you were waiting? For me?”
I look up at him and nod. “What can I say you’re a sweet fuck, n the money it’s an added bonus.”
I smile nicely up at him; still hoping he might…
“Don’t.” he snaps.
I sigh again flopping backwards spreading out onto his bed; closing my eyes.
I let out a groan “I crave you!” I roll round on his bed.
“You want what you can’t have.” He states, then wonders off somewhere.
I spread out and make myself comfortable, if he doesn’t come round to the idea then at least I have a nice warm night in this lovely silk bed of his. I giggle and spread out my arms as if they were wings. I feel all dizzy and high, just the smell of these sweet sheets is making me high!
Its then he comes back I stop the whole childishness; sitting up I look up and smile sweetly.
“Why haven’t you thrown me out yet?”
“Because I am too sweet and pure.” His face is so straight it makes me laugh; and I do.
“Now, here are some clothes you can put on,” he places them on the bed.
“Oh is that what you do with clothes! Put them on!” I shriek, then burst out in laughter.
“Yer, I know how much you like taking them off; I just thought you might want to try something else.”
I giggle again.
I see a small smile trying to push its way out.
“Smile, you know you wanna.” I grin at him.
“I don’t even know your name…” he sighed getting up smiling.
“Does it matter, call me whatever you want, William, Joseph, Bob, I don’t care.” I get off the bed; looking at the clothes he bought in.
“It’s not like you gave me a real name.” I glance over at him; he’s now leaning on the doorframe.
“Tre.” I grin.
“It’s what everyone calls me; sometimes I forget my real name because I am Tre.” He smiles and looks down shyly. I sigh and figure he was sweet enough and actually told me his name…
“Billie Joe.”
“Well it’s a name, I guess.”
I jump and walk towards him, “SEE, you don’t believe me so I can say whatever name I choose, yet I’m honest and tell you my real name, I have no idea why though… you’re a puzzle ya know?”
“What do you care what I think?” grinning at me he stepped closer and started to unbutton my shirt.
I began wondering if he might fuck me. Then he seemed to read my thoughts “you’re still wearing soaking wet clothes.”
“So, fuck me.” ok so I’m getting horny and cheeky.
“You want me to fuck your brains out?” his breath is ghosting over my face.
“Uh huh…” I lean up to kiss him, but he moves away.
“Well I’m not going to.” I whine, pulling my shirt off; then unbuckling my belt letting my jeans drop.
“I know you want this…”
Tre walks up to me; I grin wide; “Yer, I want you. But you’re a whore; a dirty whore that’s all.”
My face drops.
“What? That’s the only reason anyone wants you because they know they can have you; you’re a cheap fuck… Billie. Joe.”
Is he serious? “I’m not cheap!” I growl as he steps closer.
Tre leans in and captures my lips as a moan slips from my mouth he moves away, “See I know moans and that's a whorish moan if ever I heard one, and for me the cheapest fuck I ever had. Why’d you think I had seconds.” He grinned, “because I could, and I could have you again…if I wanted.” His eyebrows wiggled.
That’s when I jumped at him; we fell to the floor. I grab his shirt and loose it “You know the only reason I lay on my back and pretend to find the guys who fuck me attractive, or why imaging its YOU most of the time, is because there’s nothing, nothing else I can do! You think I don’t want to get a decent job, but you really think someone who rents a sofa in a warehouse for $100 a week can get a job like you!”
I sit up on him, “stupid pretty boy.” I get up and start slipping into the clothes he’d got out for me, I’m still taking advantage of the fact he hasn’t kicked me out yet.
“You imagine me?” I hear him say.
“Well, you are- were the only…” I spin around still buttoning up the clean shirt; and stopped.
I look at his cute little face and just realise I almost told him something I didn’t want to tell him.
“I’m your only what?” he smiles.
“Nothing.”
“Oh I’m your only… nothing, I feel so warm inside.”
“I am not goin to finish that sentence because there’s nothing to finish it with.”
With that I climb into his bed and roll over so I’m not facing him; hoping he’ll drop it and let me sleep.
“I think you have more to say than you wish, Billie. Joe.”
“Just because you know my name doesn’t mean you know me!” I throw back at him.
I feel the bed dip as he sits down on it. I hear him sigh.
“I am sorry.”
It isn’t until I finally turn over to look at him; I see his face its all puppy dog like. It makes me smile.
I close my eyes and try get some sleep; I know he’s watching me I can feel his eyes on me.
I feel him get up; hearing him shuffle about I slowly open an eye and see him picking up my clothes; I smile as he hangs them over the heater before striping down to his boxers. I watch him go to the cupboard and take out a black t-shirt; throwing it on then making his way to the bathroom, ‘Ooo la de da he’s got an on suit, wow’ I think as he comes back out and I quickly shut my eyes.
“Yer cause I didn’t see a thing.” He chuckles. I re-open my eyes scowling at him.
“Are you going to move over or take up all the room in my bed?” he towers over the bed.
“You’re sleeping in the same bed?” I am shocked; but roll over and put my back to him.
“Well yer, this is, my bed you know that right?” he moves the covers climbing in, “Anyways I am not sleeping on the floor, or sleeping in the guest room the mattress is hard,” I feel him move closer to me and his breath ghosts over my ear, “And do you really think I am going to leave you on your own god knows what you’ll get up too.”
His arm creeps round my stomach, “good night Billie Joe.” He whispers before kissing my shoulder.
I start to relax in his embrace; he’s so soft and warming. My eyes fly open ‘shit!’ I can’t be thinking this, no not ever.
The silence is slowly killing me and I don’t think I can sleep now, I feel all stiff and this feels wrong, oh so very wrong now. Its then I feel them fingers tracing invisible patterns on my stomach; which is causing butterflies. I don’t get butterflies.
Then I hear my name; “Billie?”
I don’t answer maybe he’ll think I am asleep.
“I know your still awake,” I gulp “I was just thinking, you know… if you wanted to… you know, we can…”
“We can… what?” I know the answer, hell we all know the answer I just can’t say it or think it right now.
“You know… I wanna,” He turns me over looking me in the eye “…make love to you.”
Ok so my eyes pop out a little; well a lot.
“You what!” is all I can really say.
“I just thought…”
“Thought what? I say you’re a sweet guy, and now I am yours! Well it doesn’t work that wa-”
I am stopped by lips; sweet cherry lips to die for. “I love you” is all I hear.
My heart does a weird flip and then dies.
I can feel the tears well up in me; my mouth goes dry and all I can say is “you know how many times I dreamt those words rolling outta them cherry lips of yours.” I sigh my lips are shaking and I can feel my eyes threaten to spill.
“Why did you have to say that?” I am begging this to be a dream.
“It’s true.”
“I am a whore!” the tears come now “I am a dirty cheap whore; you ruined everything, you’re the dream the thing that I want but can never ever have, you’re the dream I run off to, to get away from what is happening in the present. You’re the dream.” I weep “you’re just a dream.”
“But…” them puppy dog eyes again.
“But… what? You fell in love with a cheap whore! There’s no But to it apart from mine!”
“I can make you happy, all the times we spent just laughing and joking. You always looked so sad when we first meet then you’d laugh and smile; they weren’t fake I know fake smiles and they weren’t fake.”
I sigh and think back; they were real I did have fun.
“That doesn’t mean a thing,” I snap “yer so I had fun. That’s all it was fun. You made me feel human, normal not some cheap whore… that’s what I love about you.” the tears are spilling out now; fast and heavy. “You don’t make me feel cheap and like a quick fuck.”
I sit up, “You really think I would fall into your arms and forget everything; I can’t… I can’t, you’re just something that helps me get though life, that’s all.”
“You love me?” he questions his voice all small and childlike.
“You fell for a whore.” I try to sound hard and tough but it just comes out weak and pathetic.
“So stay… be my whore.” His eyes are pleading. I look at him then my hands; gulping I lean down and kiss his head.
“You fell for a whore.” I whisper again into his hair. I slide back down into the bed ignoring his pleading eyes again and turning over to sleep.
We'll see in the morning.
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Ok so this is probably the end but then it might not depends if I feel like adding more to it.
XD
Author: beecat (me)
Pairing: Billie/Tre
Rating: Sorry no sex but implied and some angst but that what I am about.
Disclaimer: SO not ture!
Notes: If ya a lil confused at the beginning don't worry it will all become clear.
ok XD
I shudder, I’ve been outside in this rain for so long my whole body is numb; my black hair is sticking to my head; even my brain has stopped working, I have almost forgotten what it is I’m standing here for.
Then a car rolls up and the window slides down, “what the fuck you doing out there?” a familiar and concerning voice says.
“Waitin’.” I reply.
“Waiting for what? Death? Get in.” he thumbs towards the passengers’ door.
I do as I’m told and ran round the front, opening the door and slipping into the lovely heated car. It feels safer than outside; way safer.
“Here,” He grabs a blanket from his back seat and tosses it to me.
“So you goin’ to tell me what possessed you to stand out in the pouring rain? You suicidal or something?” he’s driven on and only glances over at me the rest of the time staring at the road.
I shrug my shoulders; but I know exactly why I’d been stood out there for almost 3 hours.
I won’t tell him.
“You don’t know?” he asks sceptically.
I just nod; staring out the window.
It not long before the car is stopping.
He grabs a jacket from the back seat putting it on; jumping out.
It’s getting darker and the rain is not so heavy now, I slide out the door that’s been opened for me and follow him inside.
“So are you goin to tell me?” he asks, shrugging off his coat hanging it up, before moving to lighten the place up. He looks back at me.
“Is none ya business.” I reply “What do you care anyways?”
“Fine, I forget it then.”
He leads me to the kitchen putting the coffee machine on, “You want some?”
I just nod again.
“So how have you been?” he sounds like he knows what the answers goin to be so I say it anyway.
“What do you care?”
At that he huffs and walks off to the fridge.
I glance around the place; it’s nice very… homely, very much the opposite to my place. But then there’s a big difference between him and me.
He’s got some standards whereas me; I don’t know what they’d be if I had any.
“You ok?” he asks.
“Humm.”
“You look all… wet, come here.” He’s stepping towards me with that caring look, I don’t like it.
He takes the blanket that I’d been clinging to, I must look confused as hell because he starts saying, “your soaked, if you don’t take off them soaking wet clothes you get a cold or worse.”
I find myself thinking ‘what do you care?’ again but I don’t say it.
He stops his mothering, “Is you life that bad that you have too stand out there even in the pouring rain and almost kill yourself?”
I look up at him, why does he have to keep asking about everything? Does it even matter? Why does he even care?
“You going to answer anything?” he jogs me out of my thoughts.
“Why don’t you just take what you want and give me the money already?” I say holding up my arms and I try to grin devilishly but I’m too cold and I just shiver, my knees start to buckle under me, but he’s there and lifting me up in his strong arms.
“If you’re desperate I’ll give you money; but I just thought I’d save you from the weather and whatever else is out there.”
“I don’t need you charity, I can take care of me self!” I push him away; stumbling over to the door but he’s there and I can’t stop him from dragging me up the stairs.
“Oh ya wants some now huh?” I ask as he slings me over his shoulder.
“Shut up.” He mumbles.
I can’t help but grin, I got to him.
He throws me on his bed, how do I know it’s his? It smells like him and the feel of the red sheets are oh so familiar to me.
“If I wanted to fuck you I would have done you in the car!”
I crawl up on all four and grin at him, “No you wouldn’t, you’re not the type for screwing in a car, blowjobs yer not screwing a dirty whore like me!”
That’s when he changes he looks at me, “And how do you know?!”
I grin again, “The last times you fucked me right here; you actually took me to your house, no motel, no ally and NO back seat…” I snarl. “…And the way you moan…”
“What about it?” his eyes never leave me as I lay down on his bed again, rolling around on the warm silk sheets, enjoying the small pleasure.
“I can tell a lot about someone just by their moan…” I stop rolling and grin up at him, “and you...” I wiggle my finger up at him, “you have a soft, sweet kinda needy moan.”
I stand up and stumble towards him, I feel kinda drunk now.
“And you Tre are the sweet fuck that a whore like me craves, you know why?”
“Why?” his lost his anger now its just curiosity I see in his eyes.
“Because you’re innocent and pure; well granted you pay for sex, but your heart is sweet and pure and it’s nice, reminds me that there are still good people in this world. Yer I guess you’re kinky but you’re not as bad as most people…” jeez I didn’t realise I was goin to say that, “So, yer, you’re a very sweet fuck.”
I stand in front of him; I just told him now didn’t I? Shit.
“Am I making you want it?” I ask hoping maybe he might wanna.
“No.” he replies, I sigh slumping back on his bed.
“Is that why you were waiting? For me?”
I look up at him and nod. “What can I say you’re a sweet fuck, n the money it’s an added bonus.”
I smile nicely up at him; still hoping he might…
“Don’t.” he snaps.
I sigh again flopping backwards spreading out onto his bed; closing my eyes.
I let out a groan “I crave you!” I roll round on his bed.
“You want what you can’t have.” He states, then wonders off somewhere.
I spread out and make myself comfortable, if he doesn’t come round to the idea then at least I have a nice warm night in this lovely silk bed of his. I giggle and spread out my arms as if they were wings. I feel all dizzy and high, just the smell of these sweet sheets is making me high!
Its then he comes back I stop the whole childishness; sitting up I look up and smile sweetly.
“Why haven’t you thrown me out yet?”
“Because I am too sweet and pure.” His face is so straight it makes me laugh; and I do.
“Now, here are some clothes you can put on,” he places them on the bed.
“Oh is that what you do with clothes! Put them on!” I shriek, then burst out in laughter.
“Yer, I know how much you like taking them off; I just thought you might want to try something else.”
I giggle again.
I see a small smile trying to push its way out.
“Smile, you know you wanna.” I grin at him.
“I don’t even know your name…” he sighed getting up smiling.
“Does it matter, call me whatever you want, William, Joseph, Bob, I don’t care.” I get off the bed; looking at the clothes he bought in.
“It’s not like you gave me a real name.” I glance over at him; he’s now leaning on the doorframe.
“Tre.” I grin.
“It’s what everyone calls me; sometimes I forget my real name because I am Tre.” He smiles and looks down shyly. I sigh and figure he was sweet enough and actually told me his name…
“Billie Joe.”
“Well it’s a name, I guess.”
I jump and walk towards him, “SEE, you don’t believe me so I can say whatever name I choose, yet I’m honest and tell you my real name, I have no idea why though… you’re a puzzle ya know?”
“What do you care what I think?” grinning at me he stepped closer and started to unbutton my shirt.
I began wondering if he might fuck me. Then he seemed to read my thoughts “you’re still wearing soaking wet clothes.”
“So, fuck me.” ok so I’m getting horny and cheeky.
“You want me to fuck your brains out?” his breath is ghosting over my face.
“Uh huh…” I lean up to kiss him, but he moves away.
“Well I’m not going to.” I whine, pulling my shirt off; then unbuckling my belt letting my jeans drop.
“I know you want this…”
Tre walks up to me; I grin wide; “Yer, I want you. But you’re a whore; a dirty whore that’s all.”
My face drops.
“What? That’s the only reason anyone wants you because they know they can have you; you’re a cheap fuck… Billie. Joe.”
Is he serious? “I’m not cheap!” I growl as he steps closer.
Tre leans in and captures my lips as a moan slips from my mouth he moves away, “See I know moans and that's a whorish moan if ever I heard one, and for me the cheapest fuck I ever had. Why’d you think I had seconds.” He grinned, “because I could, and I could have you again…if I wanted.” His eyebrows wiggled.
That’s when I jumped at him; we fell to the floor. I grab his shirt and loose it “You know the only reason I lay on my back and pretend to find the guys who fuck me attractive, or why imaging its YOU most of the time, is because there’s nothing, nothing else I can do! You think I don’t want to get a decent job, but you really think someone who rents a sofa in a warehouse for $100 a week can get a job like you!”
I sit up on him, “stupid pretty boy.” I get up and start slipping into the clothes he’d got out for me, I’m still taking advantage of the fact he hasn’t kicked me out yet.
“You imagine me?” I hear him say.
“Well, you are- were the only…” I spin around still buttoning up the clean shirt; and stopped.
I look at his cute little face and just realise I almost told him something I didn’t want to tell him.
“I’m your only what?” he smiles.
“Nothing.”
“Oh I’m your only… nothing, I feel so warm inside.”
“I am not goin to finish that sentence because there’s nothing to finish it with.”
With that I climb into his bed and roll over so I’m not facing him; hoping he’ll drop it and let me sleep.
“I think you have more to say than you wish, Billie. Joe.”
“Just because you know my name doesn’t mean you know me!” I throw back at him.
I feel the bed dip as he sits down on it. I hear him sigh.
“I am sorry.”
It isn’t until I finally turn over to look at him; I see his face its all puppy dog like. It makes me smile.
I close my eyes and try get some sleep; I know he’s watching me I can feel his eyes on me.
I feel him get up; hearing him shuffle about I slowly open an eye and see him picking up my clothes; I smile as he hangs them over the heater before striping down to his boxers. I watch him go to the cupboard and take out a black t-shirt; throwing it on then making his way to the bathroom, ‘Ooo la de da he’s got an on suit, wow’ I think as he comes back out and I quickly shut my eyes.
“Yer cause I didn’t see a thing.” He chuckles. I re-open my eyes scowling at him.
“Are you going to move over or take up all the room in my bed?” he towers over the bed.
“You’re sleeping in the same bed?” I am shocked; but roll over and put my back to him.
“Well yer, this is, my bed you know that right?” he moves the covers climbing in, “Anyways I am not sleeping on the floor, or sleeping in the guest room the mattress is hard,” I feel him move closer to me and his breath ghosts over my ear, “And do you really think I am going to leave you on your own god knows what you’ll get up too.”
His arm creeps round my stomach, “good night Billie Joe.” He whispers before kissing my shoulder.
I start to relax in his embrace; he’s so soft and warming. My eyes fly open ‘shit!’ I can’t be thinking this, no not ever.
The silence is slowly killing me and I don’t think I can sleep now, I feel all stiff and this feels wrong, oh so very wrong now. Its then I feel them fingers tracing invisible patterns on my stomach; which is causing butterflies. I don’t get butterflies.
Then I hear my name; “Billie?”
I don’t answer maybe he’ll think I am asleep.
“I know your still awake,” I gulp “I was just thinking, you know… if you wanted to… you know, we can…”
“We can… what?” I know the answer, hell we all know the answer I just can’t say it or think it right now.
“You know… I wanna,” He turns me over looking me in the eye “…make love to you.”
Ok so my eyes pop out a little; well a lot.
“You what!” is all I can really say.
“I just thought…”
“Thought what? I say you’re a sweet guy, and now I am yours! Well it doesn’t work that wa-”
I am stopped by lips; sweet cherry lips to die for. “I love you” is all I hear.
My heart does a weird flip and then dies.
I can feel the tears well up in me; my mouth goes dry and all I can say is “you know how many times I dreamt those words rolling outta them cherry lips of yours.” I sigh my lips are shaking and I can feel my eyes threaten to spill.
“Why did you have to say that?” I am begging this to be a dream.
“It’s true.”
“I am a whore!” the tears come now “I am a dirty cheap whore; you ruined everything, you’re the dream the thing that I want but can never ever have, you’re the dream I run off to, to get away from what is happening in the present. You’re the dream.” I weep “you’re just a dream.”
“But…” them puppy dog eyes again.
“But… what? You fell in love with a cheap whore! There’s no But to it apart from mine!”
“I can make you happy, all the times we spent just laughing and joking. You always looked so sad when we first meet then you’d laugh and smile; they weren’t fake I know fake smiles and they weren’t fake.”
I sigh and think back; they were real I did have fun.
“That doesn’t mean a thing,” I snap “yer so I had fun. That’s all it was fun. You made me feel human, normal not some cheap whore… that’s what I love about you.” the tears are spilling out now; fast and heavy. “You don’t make me feel cheap and like a quick fuck.”
I sit up, “You really think I would fall into your arms and forget everything; I can’t… I can’t, you’re just something that helps me get though life, that’s all.”
“You love me?” he questions his voice all small and childlike.
“You fell for a whore.” I try to sound hard and tough but it just comes out weak and pathetic.
“So stay… be my whore.” His eyes are pleading. I look at him then my hands; gulping I lean down and kiss his head.
“You fell for a whore.” I whisper again into his hair. I slide back down into the bed ignoring his pleading eyes again and turning over to sleep.
We'll see in the morning.
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Ok so this is probably the end but then it might not depends if I feel like adding more to it.
XD