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May 21, 2005
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"Ben, I'm serious. Untie me." She's trying to shut me out, but I can't figure out what changed. I almost had her exactly where I wanted her. It was drastic, I know, but she was about to open up to me. I could feel it.
I can't give in now, or all the progress we made so far will be lost. She needs to stay for once.
"Feeling the urge to run, Beautiful?" I lean forward, kissing her forehead, but for the first time ever, she finches at my touch. My stomach drops.
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Of course I fucked up again.
"Yes." She barely even whispers the word, but the look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know.
She's about to freak the fuck out.
"Kat." I stroke her arms gently trying to calm her down, but her body only tenses further. "Look at me."
Her eyes snap up to mine, the wild look turns my stomach into knots. "Listen to me, Beautiful. Whatever it is, we'll get through it."
My words are bouncing off her. I need to find a way to get through to her. As her body begins to tremble, I grow more and more desperate.
The tears streaming down her face tell me I somehow went too far.
But at what point?
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She was even okay when I went off about The Bitch.
I asked her if she wanted to be with me, but why would she have a panic attack over that?
She didn't even answer. Not really.
I climb off the bed, pulling off each tie one by one. As soon as I remove the last one, she curls up into a ball, wrapping her arms around her legs.
Oh God. What have I done?
I've somehow broken the strongest, most intelligent woman I've ever known. I've reduced her to this.
Maybe I'm the hurricane.
Before me lies the destruction I left in my wake, in a tangle of hair, tears and quivering limbs.
Laying down, I pull her into my arms, as I whisper into her hair. "Breathe, Kat. Breathe."
Suddenly I feel like one of those poor suckers in the hospital with his angry wife yelling at him about it being all his fault. Poor bastard's only job is to keep reminding her to do the one thing we all do naturally.
God, what a fucking joke. Me as a father?
Mom would be thrilled that I created a living play toy for her to spend her abundance of free time and energy on. Maybe then she would finally leave me the fuck alone.
Yeah, right.
Father probably wouldn't notice unless we sat the baby on his desk, but only if we had an appointment, of course.
Jesus Christ, Kat's dad would murder us both. Or at least kill me and disown her. That's what those loving Christians usually do, isn't it?
Shit, why am I even thinking about knocking up Kat? This is stupid.
That's never going to happen.
Her breaths come out in quick puffs against my cheek. "Kat, listen to me. Just breathe. Breathe."
Seeing her like this is doing something to me. I'm not sure what exactly but I feel like I should protect her. But from what?
Myself?
I have to figure out what is causing her to get this worked up before I can do anything about it.
I rub her back, trying to calm her down. "Everything's going to be okay. Breathe. Just breathe."
After several minutes of me trying to convince her how important it is to inhale air, her body slowly relaxes and her breathing returns to a more natural rate.
Finally.
"There you go, Beautiful." I kiss her forehead, as I wipe the tears away.
She sighs, relaxing into my touch. I don't think I could have handled it if she flinched again.
I pull back, looking into her beautiful eyes, tinted red and swirling with unshed tears. Her eyes remind me of the calm that comes after the storm.
The hurricane is over, but now it's time to pick up the pieces and rebuild.
"What happened, Beautiful?" Her tears are slowing down and her shaking is mostly gone.
She looks away, staring at the wall behind me while crossing her arms over her chest. "Nothing."
I turn her gently to face me. "Was being tied up too much?"
"No... Yes." She sighs. "I don't know."
I chuckle softly. "Well, that really clears things up."
She gives a small smile. "It didn't help."
"But it didn't cause your reaction?" I'm relieved to be making some progress, but I need more.
"No. Just made it more overwhelming." Her eyes look everywhere but at me, as she sniffles, reminding me of my most recent fuck up.
Add it to the long list of mistakes I've already made with her.
"Then what did?" I try to keep my voice soft, hoping she trusts me enough to open up.
"I don't know." Her gaze drops to the floor. I'm not sure how hard to press. I want to know so I can never do it again, but I don't want to push her away.
"Okay, let's think. It wasn't being tied up." She shakes her head. "Was it while I was eating you out?"
Her eyes go wide and her cheeks flush, as she smacks my arm. "Shhh!"
Oh sure, now she's shy. Just a few minutes ago she was moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors across the street.
"So, is that a no?" I know I affect her, I just wish I knew how much.
I just can't tell with her.
"No! Just stop talking about it!" She covers her face with her hands, before dropping them back in her lap.
I hold up my hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. Then was while I was rubbing you with my cock?"
Her mouth drops open, but she doesn't respond. Shit. Was that it?
"Did I go too far?" Her mouth snaps closed, as though she came out of whatever trance she was under.
"No. I mean, yes, probably. But that that wasn't it." Her eyes return to the floor, her words barely a whisper.
"Okay... So it wasn't the ties or the foreplay." I smirk at her flushed cheeks as she shakes her head.
"Then was it the question I asked?" Her eyes widening is her only response.
No. It can't be, can it? Why would that cause her to freak out?
Unless...
She doesn't want more with me. She probably didn't know how to tell me without hurting my feelings.
Fuck. This really sucks.
"Why?" is all I can manage to get out.
"Well, for one, I don't appreciate you using my desire against me." She whispers the word desire like it's something dirty. I might have found that adorable if it didn't feel like my heart had just been ripped out.
I just nod. It's all I can fucking manage when I'm falling apart in the inside.
"And two, I can't believe you would do that just to prove a point." She huffs. The Hurricane Kat that I know and love is slowly coming back. I just wish I could appreciate it.
Wait... What did she say? What the fuck is she talking about?
"And what point would that be exactly?" I know I'm being a pussy by pouting, but I can't fucking help it.
"That I have feelings for you beyond physical." She is getting worked up, ready to lay into me, but all I can register is my heart leaping out of my chest.
Did she just say what I think she said?
Before I can say a word, she continues her little rant. "How dare you try to use sex to force a confession out of me!"
I stop her. "That wasn't the point."
"Then what exactly was the point? You want to make fun of me for falling for the playboy?" She fell for me? "Well, go right ahead because I am leaving."
She sits up, swinging her legs over the other side of the bed.
Shit. She's running again.
"Don't leave, Beautiful." She doesn't turn to look at me, but she isn't leaving either.
"Do you have feelings for me?" I have to know.
She stands and I'm afraid I lost her. But she turns, her eyes meeting mine, as tears stream down her face. "Haven't you been listening to be?"
I don't even remember walking around the bed, but I'm holding her in my arms, breathing in her scent.
"Please, just tell me. Yes or no?" I know I'm begging, but I need to hear it from her lips.
She shakes her head, closing her eyes. She's afraid to give this to me, but I need this.
I need her.
I sink to my knees, my arms around her stomach. She gasps as her confused eyes meet mine. "Please."
She sighs, looking up at the ceiling. "Yes, you stupid jerk."
Holy fucking shit.
She said yes.
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