sunday_reveries - Can't Stop Loving You
Life, that can shower you with so much splendour, is unremittingly cruel to those who have given up. Thank the gods there is such a thing as redemption, the redemption that comes in the form of other people the moment you are prepared to believe that they exist. - Stephen Fry
He hadn't been home from work for more than fifteen minutes, but he was already stripped down to his boxers and ready to fall into bed. It had been...just about the worst week of his life. Frankie and Heather were packed up and moved out. Staying with her parents their last few days before leaving for England.
Randall was in the process of packing what was left in the apartment. He couldn't live there without them. It would just hurt too much.
Before he could drop onto the mattress, there was a knock on the door, then he heard the lock turning. He headed out to the front room and watched as Heather came in. He stopped and just watched her. She closed the door and crossed her arms over her chest, then leaned back against the door. Her eyes fell to the floor, and his couldn't pull away from her.
After a couple minutes he sighed. "Why are you here?" He asked softly.
"I don't know," she shook her head, not looking up from the floor.
His fingers ran through his hair and he closed his eyes. "You're killin' me here, Heath."
"I know," she mumbled. Her hand moved up to brush some tears from her eyes.
"So what are you doing here?"
"I...had to see you again. I'm sorry. It's not fair."
"No. It's not fair," he snapped. "This is over and you're leavin' town. You've got no right comin' in here like this." A hint of his childhood southern accent played under his voice, as it usually did when he was really angry or sad.
"I'll...I'l go," she nodded. She turned to pull the door open, but before she could he was moving towards her and spinning her to face him. His hands moved against her, one to her hip and one to her cheek, and he kissed her. Hard. She gasped into the kiss and her body fell into his, her hands splaying against his chest.
At the feeling of her returning it and her hands on his skin, he pushed her back into the door. He pressed every angle of his body to hers. Each of their angles knowing the others' so perfectly.
He grabbed her hips and effortlessly lifted her up, and her legs wrapped around his hips tightly. They finally broke for air and his lips tore down her neck and chest. She gasped again and closed her lips over his ear, her teeth pulling the skin. He groaned deeply and yanked her from the wall, then moved back towards the bedroom. Their bedroom. Their bed.
He dropped her on her back and she pulled him down over herself. His hands pulled at her clothes and got them off in no time. She shoved his boxers down his hips and he dropped in close and fast against her.
It didn't last long. It was desperate, and hungry. Painful even. Not so much in the fun way. He rolled over onto his side, away from her, and covered his hand over his eyes. He tried to breath and tried to think about what had just happened.
She rolled on her side, her back to him, and curled up into herself. It was a good ten minutes before anyone moved. He turned and rolled towards her, sliding his hand to her hip and kissing the top of her spine softly.
"Baby...we can make this work," he whispered. "If we really-" He felt her shift away from him and he sighed.
She sat up and leaned over for her shirt, slowly pulling it over her head. "I...I shouldn't have come." She reached down for the rest of her clothes, and he watched her in the near darkness as she dressed. Watched every move and every angle of her body, committing it all to memory.
"I'll be here when you come back," he whispered.
She didn't even look at him. "I won't..." he heard her sniffle as she started for the door. She stopped and turned to him, leaning against the door frame for support. "I love you," she whispered. "That...can't change."
"I love you, too," he murmured. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't do it. He couldn't watch her leave again. Instead he heard her walk down the hall and out the front door, closing it behind herself.
That was it. They were leaving in the morning.
"The end," he whispered softly to the empty apartment that had once been a home. His eyes dropped shut just in time for the hot tears to rise up.
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He hadn't been home from work for more than fifteen minutes, but he was already stripped down to his boxers and ready to fall into bed. It had been...just about the worst week of his life. Frankie and Heather were packed up and moved out. Staying with her parents their last few days before leaving for England.
Randall was in the process of packing what was left in the apartment. He couldn't live there without them. It would just hurt too much.
Before he could drop onto the mattress, there was a knock on the door, then he heard the lock turning. He headed out to the front room and watched as Heather came in. He stopped and just watched her. She closed the door and crossed her arms over her chest, then leaned back against the door. Her eyes fell to the floor, and his couldn't pull away from her.
After a couple minutes he sighed. "Why are you here?" He asked softly.
"I don't know," she shook her head, not looking up from the floor.
His fingers ran through his hair and he closed his eyes. "You're killin' me here, Heath."
"I know," she mumbled. Her hand moved up to brush some tears from her eyes.
"So what are you doing here?"
"I...had to see you again. I'm sorry. It's not fair."
"No. It's not fair," he snapped. "This is over and you're leavin' town. You've got no right comin' in here like this." A hint of his childhood southern accent played under his voice, as it usually did when he was really angry or sad.
"I'll...I'l go," she nodded. She turned to pull the door open, but before she could he was moving towards her and spinning her to face him. His hands moved against her, one to her hip and one to her cheek, and he kissed her. Hard. She gasped into the kiss and her body fell into his, her hands splaying against his chest.
At the feeling of her returning it and her hands on his skin, he pushed her back into the door. He pressed every angle of his body to hers. Each of their angles knowing the others' so perfectly.
He grabbed her hips and effortlessly lifted her up, and her legs wrapped around his hips tightly. They finally broke for air and his lips tore down her neck and chest. She gasped again and closed her lips over his ear, her teeth pulling the skin. He groaned deeply and yanked her from the wall, then moved back towards the bedroom. Their bedroom. Their bed.
He dropped her on her back and she pulled him down over herself. His hands pulled at her clothes and got them off in no time. She shoved his boxers down his hips and he dropped in close and fast against her.
It didn't last long. It was desperate, and hungry. Painful even. Not so much in the fun way. He rolled over onto his side, away from her, and covered his hand over his eyes. He tried to breath and tried to think about what had just happened.
She rolled on her side, her back to him, and curled up into herself. It was a good ten minutes before anyone moved. He turned and rolled towards her, sliding his hand to her hip and kissing the top of her spine softly.
"Baby...we can make this work," he whispered. "If we really-" He felt her shift away from him and he sighed.
She sat up and leaned over for her shirt, slowly pulling it over her head. "I...I shouldn't have come." She reached down for the rest of her clothes, and he watched her in the near darkness as she dressed. Watched every move and every angle of her body, committing it all to memory.
"I'll be here when you come back," he whispered.
She didn't even look at him. "I won't..." he heard her sniffle as she started for the door. She stopped and turned to him, leaning against the door frame for support. "I love you," she whispered. "That...can't change."
"I love you, too," he murmured. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't do it. He couldn't watch her leave again. Instead he heard her walk down the hall and out the front door, closing it behind herself.
That was it. They were leaving in the morning.
"The end," he whispered softly to the empty apartment that had once been a home. His eyes dropped shut just in time for the hot tears to rise up.
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