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Just Once
"Kiss me." She whispered and even then it sounded like an order.
He had to shake his head, he wasn't ready to go back to what they had.
What would you call that? What did we have?
She looked away from him and he watched her frown at the bedsheets. Nothing could tempt him into giving in. Not the way she nibbled her lower lip in despair or the way he watched her forhead wrinkle in confusion.
Although for a second he thought it would be rather nice to. Just this once, give in just for her.
She always makes it so easy to want to please her, he thought as he reached for her hand but she moved it away just before he could grasp it. He had been too late. As always.
As she stood, he watched her and waited. Would she explode into a series of cuss words?
Instead, she surprised him by walking out of their room silently and he was thrown for a loop.
What do I do? He asked himself, Follow her? That's probably what she was aiming for. Wants me to run after and apologize.
Do I want to do that?
But while he sat there debating, the door opened. Closed.
And she was gone.
"Kiss me." She whispered and was a little disappointed with herself for how she sounded as though she was pleading.
I am pleading, aren't I? All I want is this one kiss, just to end the argument and go back to where we were. No more games or fights. Just... us.
Then he was shaking his head and something inside her crumbled.
Looking away from him, she couldn't keep the frown away. She just felt so confused. She had thought that's what they both wanted, to try and be them again.
Was I wrong? She nibbled her bottom lip and could feel herself scrunching up her face as she tried not to cry. I didn't want to be wrong.
She noticed she had been gripping the bed sheets and retracted her hand, and out of the corner of her eye she noticed him grip the bedsheets where her hand had just been.
I think I need to leave now... I don't think I can really... be here.
Slowly she stood and wondered if he would ask her to stay. When there came no objection or question, she left.
All the while wishing she would not.
End
"Kiss me." She whispered and even then it sounded like an order.
He had to shake his head, he wasn't ready to go back to what they had.
What would you call that? What did we have?
She looked away from him and he watched her frown at the bedsheets. Nothing could tempt him into giving in. Not the way she nibbled her lower lip in despair or the way he watched her forhead wrinkle in confusion.
Although for a second he thought it would be rather nice to. Just this once, give in just for her.
She always makes it so easy to want to please her, he thought as he reached for her hand but she moved it away just before he could grasp it. He had been too late. As always.
As she stood, he watched her and waited. Would she explode into a series of cuss words?
Instead, she surprised him by walking out of their room silently and he was thrown for a loop.
What do I do? He asked himself, Follow her? That's probably what she was aiming for. Wants me to run after and apologize.
Do I want to do that?
But while he sat there debating, the door opened. Closed.
And she was gone.
"Kiss me." She whispered and was a little disappointed with herself for how she sounded as though she was pleading.
I am pleading, aren't I? All I want is this one kiss, just to end the argument and go back to where we were. No more games or fights. Just... us.
Then he was shaking his head and something inside her crumbled.
Looking away from him, she couldn't keep the frown away. She just felt so confused. She had thought that's what they both wanted, to try and be them again.
Was I wrong? She nibbled her bottom lip and could feel herself scrunching up her face as she tried not to cry. I didn't want to be wrong.
She noticed she had been gripping the bed sheets and retracted her hand, and out of the corner of her eye she noticed him grip the bedsheets where her hand had just been.
I think I need to leave now... I don't think I can really... be here.
Slowly she stood and wondered if he would ask her to stay. When there came no objection or question, she left.
All the while wishing she would not.
End