Rara avis 12
Title: Rara avis the tale of a good woman chapter 12: Blood on the bedsheets.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Rating: R
Character/Pairings: Walter Kovacs, OC, Walter/OC
Summary: The morning after the engagement.
Betty woke up with her stomach churning and her head pounding. She found she was naked and alone in a strange bed. Images from the night before came back to her. She smiled and touched the ring on her finger. She was still sore inside. Where was Walter? She put on her glasses. She looked up and found him sitting on a chair, in his boxer shorts and tank top glaring at the floor.
“Good morning,” She said trying to sound less sick then she felt.
“Get up.” He said quietly.
“What?” She asked.
“Get up, now.” He repeated. “Put this on.”
He threw a ratty lime green bathrobe at her.
“Alright.” She said hesitantly. She slipped it on and got out of bed.
“The shower is through there if you want to use it.” He said in a voice that made it sound like order then a suggestion
“Okay.” She said and got out the bed, drawing the bathrobe around herself.
She flashed him a small smile which he didn’t return.
The bathroom was the size of a postage stamp, and crowded together were a sink and toilet on one side and a very old bathtub on the other with a large greenish reddish stain extending from the faucet to the wide queer looking drain. She slipped off the robe and stepped into the bathtub. Above her head was a showerhead. She turned the knobs of the faucet. She looked down and noticed the coating of blood on her inner thighs and felt---not sick--but pleased and warm inside.
He heard the water running. And immediately went over to the bed to change the sheets. He only had two sets. As he pulled back the blanket he discovered the large spot of blood on the bottom bed sheet. And he looked at it with anger. What had he done? He’d ruined her, despoiled her. Taken something pure and soiled it. Why, because of his own animal lust, his weakness. He’d given in to it. His own skin, his own body felt repugnant to him. He should have waited, but she had been there and welcoming, he hadn’t been thinking.
The water stopped running. And Betty emerged from the bathroom, clad in the ratty bathrobe. His other towel wrapped around her head. She looked clean and refreshed. Her glasses were on. She smiled at him, her bucktoothed smile. Noticing his posture and clenched fists she went to him.
“What’s wrong?” She asked concerned.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered. “Sorry about last night. I lost control.”
She put a hand on his shoulder and he flinched. “No, it’s fine. We are going to married, right?”
“Yes.” He admitted looking up at her.
“I love you and you do love me.” She said soothingly.
“I do love you. That’s why what I did is so---revolting.” He said. “I couldn’t stop myself, I should have stopped…”
“---I love you. I love being close to you.” She put another hand on his shoulder. She gently turned him to face her. “You make me feel so wonderful.”
For a moment he wanted to push her away, scream and punch something. Then he looked at her. Her sweet round face, her imperfect smile, and the love in her eyes. From the first she had looked at him and not been disgusted. That’s why loved her. And what they did that bed alone, was nobodies business. It wasn’t like what his mother did with her johns. It wasn’t filthy, it wasn’t some cheap thrill--- no what happened between them then--- and what may happen in the future was sacred. She wasn’t someone who’d give herself lightly, and he knew he wasn’t a man to take any woman. To rut like a animal in heat. He put his arms around her. His head on her shoulder. His hand on her back, making slow circles. He felt like his heart would burst from joy. He pulled his head from her shoulder and kissed her slowly.
“I want to do this right,” He said. “I want to make love to you. Can I do that?”
He surprised himself at the words he spoke.
“Yes.” She said smiling
He took her hand and lead her back to the bed. He slipped the robe off her shoulders. She lay back on the bed. She removed her glasses. He took off his tank top and boxers. She was spread out before him… hair falling in her face. He brushed it away. They kissed. Their bodies met, her skin felt so soft against his own. It was a little less clumsy as the first time. But they kissed and held each other. He tried this time to hold out as long as he could. But then she began to slowly rock her hips. He paused.
“What are you doing?” He asked
“I don’t know…don’t you like it?” She replied with another rock of her hips.
He gasped. “Y-Yes.”
And soon, no matter how slow he went, it was over.
They lay together for a while.
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He walked with Betty in the early morning the sun had just risen and the sky was glorious pink
color. HE felt so blissful… so good. Like there was nothing in the world he’d rather do then walk with his--yes-- his fiancée. They held hands. And when they parted with a kiss, he wished he could just take her away with him back to his little room for a whole day together spent in bed. Spending a day with her before had filled him with a mild sort of dread but now… now… it was a dream.
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Betty returned to Ms. Fitch’s dressed in what she had been wearing the night before but considerably more disheveled. Walter had said good bye at the corner. She tentatively opened the door and crept in the hallway. Phyllis was standing there hands on hips.
“Where were you?!” Phyllis asked in loud whisper.
“I got engaged!” Betty replied with one loud whisper showing off her ring.
“That’s nice, but you didn’t come home,” Phyllis said.
“Well-- as long Ms. Fitch doesn’t find out.” Betty said.
“You’re to late for that.” Phyllis hissed.
And the drawing room door opened and Ms. Fitch stepped out. She was in robe, curlers and slippers. She looked livid.
“And just what were you thinking, Ms. Reddmond? Why was it you broke curfew?” Ms. Fitch said sternly.
“Uhhh I got engaged.” Betty said holding up her ring finger.
“That’s all very well. But this is respectable house and we abide by the rules here! You broke those rules. I suppose your engagement was not the only thing that happened last night?” Ms. Fitch said.
Betty blushed. “Well--- ummm----”
“I’m not having your sort of woman in my boarding house!” Ms. Fitch said. “You have two weeks Ms. Reddmond. Two weeks. Then I expect you to be gone.”
“And me too.” Phyllis said.
“What?” Ms. Fitch said.
“Betty’s not the only with good news. I landed a part in play. A leading role. I’m out of this dump.” Phyllis said. “Betty you want a roommate?”
“Umm, sure.” Betty said.
“Great, we go apartment hunting tomorrow then.” Phyllis said.
Ms. Fitch glared at the pair of them. Betty sighed. She couldn’t wait to tell her ‘parents’ the good news. But what would they say when they found out she was being kicked out of here? Oh well, it didn’t matter. Soon, soon, she’d be walking down the aisle as the organ swelled. Soon they would be man and wife.
Crossposted to watchmenfic
Genre: Drama, Romance
Rating: R
Character/Pairings: Walter Kovacs, OC, Walter/OC
Summary: The morning after the engagement.
Betty woke up with her stomach churning and her head pounding. She found she was naked and alone in a strange bed. Images from the night before came back to her. She smiled and touched the ring on her finger. She was still sore inside. Where was Walter? She put on her glasses. She looked up and found him sitting on a chair, in his boxer shorts and tank top glaring at the floor.
“Good morning,” She said trying to sound less sick then she felt.
“Get up.” He said quietly.
“What?” She asked.
“Get up, now.” He repeated. “Put this on.”
He threw a ratty lime green bathrobe at her.
“Alright.” She said hesitantly. She slipped it on and got out of bed.
“The shower is through there if you want to use it.” He said in a voice that made it sound like order then a suggestion
“Okay.” She said and got out the bed, drawing the bathrobe around herself.
She flashed him a small smile which he didn’t return.
The bathroom was the size of a postage stamp, and crowded together were a sink and toilet on one side and a very old bathtub on the other with a large greenish reddish stain extending from the faucet to the wide queer looking drain. She slipped off the robe and stepped into the bathtub. Above her head was a showerhead. She turned the knobs of the faucet. She looked down and noticed the coating of blood on her inner thighs and felt---not sick--but pleased and warm inside.
He heard the water running. And immediately went over to the bed to change the sheets. He only had two sets. As he pulled back the blanket he discovered the large spot of blood on the bottom bed sheet. And he looked at it with anger. What had he done? He’d ruined her, despoiled her. Taken something pure and soiled it. Why, because of his own animal lust, his weakness. He’d given in to it. His own skin, his own body felt repugnant to him. He should have waited, but she had been there and welcoming, he hadn’t been thinking.
The water stopped running. And Betty emerged from the bathroom, clad in the ratty bathrobe. His other towel wrapped around her head. She looked clean and refreshed. Her glasses were on. She smiled at him, her bucktoothed smile. Noticing his posture and clenched fists she went to him.
“What’s wrong?” She asked concerned.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered. “Sorry about last night. I lost control.”
She put a hand on his shoulder and he flinched. “No, it’s fine. We are going to married, right?”
“Yes.” He admitted looking up at her.
“I love you and you do love me.” She said soothingly.
“I do love you. That’s why what I did is so---revolting.” He said. “I couldn’t stop myself, I should have stopped…”
“---I love you. I love being close to you.” She put another hand on his shoulder. She gently turned him to face her. “You make me feel so wonderful.”
For a moment he wanted to push her away, scream and punch something. Then he looked at her. Her sweet round face, her imperfect smile, and the love in her eyes. From the first she had looked at him and not been disgusted. That’s why loved her. And what they did that bed alone, was nobodies business. It wasn’t like what his mother did with her johns. It wasn’t filthy, it wasn’t some cheap thrill--- no what happened between them then--- and what may happen in the future was sacred. She wasn’t someone who’d give herself lightly, and he knew he wasn’t a man to take any woman. To rut like a animal in heat. He put his arms around her. His head on her shoulder. His hand on her back, making slow circles. He felt like his heart would burst from joy. He pulled his head from her shoulder and kissed her slowly.
“I want to do this right,” He said. “I want to make love to you. Can I do that?”
He surprised himself at the words he spoke.
“Yes.” She said smiling
He took her hand and lead her back to the bed. He slipped the robe off her shoulders. She lay back on the bed. She removed her glasses. He took off his tank top and boxers. She was spread out before him… hair falling in her face. He brushed it away. They kissed. Their bodies met, her skin felt so soft against his own. It was a little less clumsy as the first time. But they kissed and held each other. He tried this time to hold out as long as he could. But then she began to slowly rock her hips. He paused.
“What are you doing?” He asked
“I don’t know…don’t you like it?” She replied with another rock of her hips.
He gasped. “Y-Yes.”
And soon, no matter how slow he went, it was over.
They lay together for a while.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He walked with Betty in the early morning the sun had just risen and the sky was glorious pink
color. HE felt so blissful… so good. Like there was nothing in the world he’d rather do then walk with his--yes-- his fiancée. They held hands. And when they parted with a kiss, he wished he could just take her away with him back to his little room for a whole day together spent in bed. Spending a day with her before had filled him with a mild sort of dread but now… now… it was a dream.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Betty returned to Ms. Fitch’s dressed in what she had been wearing the night before but considerably more disheveled. Walter had said good bye at the corner. She tentatively opened the door and crept in the hallway. Phyllis was standing there hands on hips.
“Where were you?!” Phyllis asked in loud whisper.
“I got engaged!” Betty replied with one loud whisper showing off her ring.
“That’s nice, but you didn’t come home,” Phyllis said.
“Well-- as long Ms. Fitch doesn’t find out.” Betty said.
“You’re to late for that.” Phyllis hissed.
And the drawing room door opened and Ms. Fitch stepped out. She was in robe, curlers and slippers. She looked livid.
“And just what were you thinking, Ms. Reddmond? Why was it you broke curfew?” Ms. Fitch said sternly.
“Uhhh I got engaged.” Betty said holding up her ring finger.
“That’s all very well. But this is respectable house and we abide by the rules here! You broke those rules. I suppose your engagement was not the only thing that happened last night?” Ms. Fitch said.
Betty blushed. “Well--- ummm----”
“I’m not having your sort of woman in my boarding house!” Ms. Fitch said. “You have two weeks Ms. Reddmond. Two weeks. Then I expect you to be gone.”
“And me too.” Phyllis said.
“What?” Ms. Fitch said.
“Betty’s not the only with good news. I landed a part in play. A leading role. I’m out of this dump.” Phyllis said. “Betty you want a roommate?”
“Umm, sure.” Betty said.
“Great, we go apartment hunting tomorrow then.” Phyllis said.
Ms. Fitch glared at the pair of them. Betty sighed. She couldn’t wait to tell her ‘parents’ the good news. But what would they say when they found out she was being kicked out of here? Oh well, it didn’t matter. Soon, soon, she’d be walking down the aisle as the organ swelled. Soon they would be man and wife.
Crossposted to watchmenfic