Personal Possessions, page 19
“Ok….fine I brought it up, I’m ending it now…next subject.”
She picked her fork back up and begin stabbing at her salad as though nothing was wrong.
“Ok then, you want a subject change? Why won’t you just admit you’re still in love with me?”
“It’s impossible, because I’m already married. Polygamy is illegal.”
I tried to hide my laughter, but this was the most amusing conversation I’ve had in a while. She wanted to go back to the subject that she had just thrown a tantrum to change…dramatic.
“Oh…so you want to go back to that subject huh, this is getting interesting.”
She pursed her lips and just stared at me a moment as though trying to think of a neutral topic.
“So are we going to begin tomorrow, can you give me a rundown on my day?”
“And here we go, back to professionalism 101”
“Yes sir, this is what this trip is about isn’t it?”
“It’s about a lot of things, Elle”
“I’m sure it is….for you maybe but I’m only interested in the office part of it.”
Finally, it’s beginning to go somewhere, I thought to myself as I took a gulp of my wine, Jesus…how rude would it be for me to get up and head over to that bar and take a swig of that bottle of Jack.
I’d had enough. I was going to lose my mind if we kept this up. I got up and leaned over so that I could look at Elle’s face.
“What does the ink represent, Elle”
No answer.
I grabbed a hold of her hands and twisted her around for her to face me and I leaned in close. We were so close, our noses were touching. I watched Elle close her eyes as I rubbed my nose on each side of hers. Her breath was coming fast through her lips that were parted. I could feel her pulse on her wrist as it pounded. I looked down and turned her hands over to look at the words written in calligraphy.
Seeing those bruises on her wrists made me want to kill someone. I ran my thumbs over them, they weren’t just bruises, they were indented, that meant that the skin was soft and new, they not only had been bruised, there had been abrasions. I closed my eyes. I wanted to bring them up to my mouth and kiss them as though my lips would take it all away and heal her instantly. Instead, I leaned closer and touched my lips to hers.
“C-U-I-M-H-N-I-G-H”
I spelled out the letters. Her lips felt like silk against mine, so smooth and warm. I could’ve stayed in this position forever.
“What’s it say, Elle?”
She tried her damnedest to grab a breath so that she could respond, it took her a minute to get the word out, but slowly, it came to her lips.
“Remember.”
Elle breathed the translation against my mouth. I breathed in as though I was taking her inside of me. I pushed my tongue out to taste her lips as to make sure this wasn’t another dream.
I remembered her little dramatic rant a moment ago and thought maybe I’d see how much she liked it if I just broke the moment, so just as fast as I touched my tongue to her lip, I pulled back and sat up. I opened my eyes and looked at her face, oh yeah…she did not like that. Her color was already fuming red.
“Remember, huh.”
Elle didn’t say a word. She just grabbed the bowl of soup that was in front of her and a spoon. I was laughing hysterically inside over her reaction. According to her, she didn’t care; at least that’s what she kept reiterating to me.
“Where are you going?”
I grab a hold of Elle’s arm to try and stop her from running off in another outburst. She stopped, but doesn’t say a word, just tracked her eyes from my hand on her arm to my eyes. She was telling me to release her arm, but of course, I ignored her.
“I’m going to bed. I think I’ve had enough bullshit for one night.”
I looked at her, straight in her eyes. I was done with her either running off or ruining the moment, as her way to not face what was happening between us. I know she felt it just as strong as I did; there is no way she couldn’t, the pull towards one another was too fucking strong.
“No you’re not.”
I begin my trek back to the living room when she roughly pulls her arm from my hold.
“Elleny!”
She began heading towards her room talking to no one, but yet somehow I knew that this conversation was directed for me.
“I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is, but I didn’t ask his permission to go to bed; I told him I was going to bed. How dare he think he can order me around!”
The whole night ended up being an evening in comedy. Not only that, but I had planned on having her beneath me by this time and look where we were, she was in another room, set on sleeping in a separate bed from me. I couldn’t help but laugh.
I finished the wine in my glass plus the wine in Elle’s glass and tried to think of a plan. Suddenly, it hit me. Right in front of me sat Elle’s Jell-O. I looked at my watch and gave it a moment. There was no way she would turn down the sweet dessert, she asked for it specifically…she’d take it.
I ended up grabbing the bowl and walked to the door as I wiped the smile off of my face. I knocked quietly and gave it another moment. This next time I knocked heavier. There ended up being a crack in the door.
“I would like to apologize for my behavior, I wanted to make sure that you got this before you went to bed, I will be up tomorrow at eight if you’d like to join me for breakfast, they have a wonderful feast during the week and then we can head over to the office and I can show you around.”
I could see that she let down one thin sheet of her metal armor that she had built around her. She smiled a small smile.
“Thank you, TJ that sounds great. I will see you at eight.”
I smiled and held out my hand. Reluctantly, Elle raised her hand and put her hand in mine. I knew if I was going to make these next eight days’ worth something, tonight…this action right here was going to be the ice breaker. As she opened the door further, I pulled her out and planted my lips to mine. She hesitated at first and fought me, but then as soon as my tongue touched her lips, she lost the fight. She pushed into my mouth as though she was looking for redemption. Her taste was what I craved all those years. That hole that was in the middle of my chest was filled back up and healing as though it never existed. I was back as an eighteen year old high school senior who was kissing his one and only love. I felt her hands creep up the back of my shirt…
And just as fast as I felt her hands lay on my skin, she was gone. Pulled away, breaking the moment. Holy shit, I had to beg the oxygen to come back to my head so I could think. I was dizzy and my cock was pulsing. I was going to have to rub off this huge hard-on tonight.
“Good night, Mr. McHale.”
Elle responded as she tried to catch her breath. I think she was having the same exact issue I was…
…Which made a smile come to my face; I was in there. The ice was broken and I knew that the next eight days were only going to get better from here.
“Good night Ellie-bean, sweet dreams.”
Chapter 15
I could see Elle kneeling in front of me, her head slowly bobbing up and down. Her lips were wrapped tightly around the length of my cock. The warmth and softness of her mouth was nothing I could ever find with anyone in the years that we were apart. Her lips parted and her tongue came out to run circles around the tip. I could feel the water hitting the back of me as I stroked faster and faster.
“Oh fuck!”
I exclaimed as I watched myself orgasm, I felt relief overcome my body. I leaned up against the shower wall to catch my breath. I finished the third shower of that day and got out, wrapping a towel around me.
I went out to the bedroom and threw some sweats on when I heard a noise coming out from the living room. It sounded like a small yelp. Approaching the door, I was cautious not to open it, if Elle was on the phone, I didn’t want to disturb her. I listened for a moment and when I didn’t hear any other conversation, I open the door just a bit.
It was hard to see, all the lights were off, but one and it was just to put out a shine in the room. I could see Elle’s shadow standing in the corner, by the bar. I saw her head go back and then shake as though she couldn’t take the burn of what made me feel human. I heard the glass of the bottle hit the top of the shot glass as she fixed herself up for the next round.
“This one’s for you, fucker, may you live short and die long.”
I heard her slur her toast, giving me the inclination she had been there a moment. Before she could put that glass to her lips, I decided it was time for her to be cut off.
“And who would we be toasting to, hmmm? I am really hoping it isn’t me to whom you are referring to as “the fucker”.”
I startled her, I could see her silhouette jump. Quickly, she turned towards me as I turned on the light that sat on the table next to where I stood. Her eyes danced over my body. I could see the desire flash in the twinkle that now seemed to reappear in them, and that brought happiness to me. I was bringing back what was missing from her as she was healing what was fucked up inside of me.
“Christ Almighty, shouldn’t you go put a shirt on before harems of women break down the door to lick every muscle on your body?”
I couldn’t help but laugh…hard.
Not only was Elle slurring what I took as a compliment, but she was drunk off her ass. She started wobbling back and forth as though the room had already begun spinning.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting harems… just you.”
Elle didn’t reply, she just turned around to fill up her glass again, when I moved quickly to take the bottle from her. No matter what happened between us, I needed her to be sober and responsive. I knew I would get the truth from her in this condition, but I wanted her to be aware of what she and I would be discussing. Besides, we had a full day’s work tomorrow and there was no way she would be proficient while nursing a hangover.
“I think we’ve had enough don’t you?”
“Nope, I’m still standing right?”
I was cracking up inside. I would never let her know that though, that would be an argument that I would be bringing on myself, and fuck that…I didn’t need it.
I didn’t know what brought this behavior on. Maybe it was the way I had acted after dinner, maybe it was the kiss. I didn’t feel bad for what I did, I could see in her eyes that she enjoyed me kissing her.
“I thought you were asleep, I was just coming out to get a glass of water and here I find you attached to the bottle of whisky. Can I ask what brought this on?”
I asked, as I helped her back to her room. I was already determined that if she had said that it was because I kissed her, I would apologize and let things settle down before I attempted to go at it from another direction.
“You sure can….you know what brought this on Mr. McHale? I’m gonna tell you. “Drama, that’s what brought this on. D-R-A-M-A!”
She was tripping over her own feet as I walked her back to her room. I thought about just picking her up and carrying her but I was hoping this would help her sober up. I found out quickly, that the more she spoke, the more she slurred, telling me that every minute that passed, she was becoming more intoxicated.
“I hate drama, but it seems to continually hunt me down.”
I sat her down on the side of the bed and stepped into the bathroom to grab a glass of water. I came back in and my eyes must’ve popped out of my head.
“Never can I go a day with some sort of shit happening to me.”
As she’s flipping out…ranting over the drama that seems to follow her, she’s pulling her blouse off quickly and replacing it with a tight t-shirt that could’ve been worn in a wet t-shirt contest…minus the wetness.
I could see the outlined pattern of the delicate bra she wore underneath, how the shirt clung to her hourglass midsection, showing off her unbelievable curves. Her breasts were plump and perky as they were the last time I had laid eyes on them, it was as if life and time had completely passed her by.
She was slowly killing me.
“I thought if I got away, it would calm down….nope, here it is.”
I saw her reach behind her and undo her bra and I held my breath. There was no way I was going to be taking another fucking shower tonight. I had to get out of this room…and quick!
“Are you comfortable, Elle?”
I asked as I went to turn and leave the room, I couldn’t look at her underneath those covers and imagine what was under them.
“No, but I’m ok, thank you. Good night again, TJ.”
I would never get tired of hearing her say my name. I had wished for it for so long.
“Good night Elle, sleep well.”
I headed to the door and almost made it out when I heard Elle whisper as though she really didn’t want me to hear her.
“TJ?”
I stopped but didn’t turn around, I couldn’t bear to look at what I wouldn’t be able to touch.
“Yes, Elle?”
“Would you mind laying with me?”
I felt the smile’s warmth touch my face before the thought of smiling even entered my mind.
“Not at all.”
I shut the door and headed back over to the bed as I saw her move over to the other side of it. I knew she was regretting her request, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t take her up on it.
I did act as a gentleman though, I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.
“Ummmm Elle, do you mind if I lay in my boxers? I don’t want to offend you or anything, I know you’re a married woman and I told you I wasn’t going to make a move on you, so you don’t have to worry.”
“That’s fine, I have my sweats on. We’re adults here.”
She said that she didn’t care, but I could hear the fear in her voice, she didn’t trust herself.
I laid down facing her. Our eyes locked but I could see the wariness in Elle’s. I didn’t want her to feel guarded, I wanted her to be herself. So I decided to change the subject.
“Wanna tell me what happened?”
“I made Rachel cry.”
“Oh, I see.”
I wasn’t expecting that answer. I thought all of this was brought on by the kiss earlier in the evening. I had no clue on how Rachel got brought up into it.
Moments went by again as no words were spoken. Elle laid there with her hands underneath her cheeks, looking at my face as I did hers. I would never in a million years think that I would have had the chance again to lay beside Elle in this manner. I was absorbing every minute of this as was my heart.
I then began thinking maybe she would elaborate on why Rachel was crying but she didn’t…so I just asked.
“Do you wanna tell me why you made Rachel cry?”
“Because I told her I wasn’t going to fuck you.”
Oh, fuck me, I wasn’t expecting that answer. I had to laugh inside a bit. So, this was on her mind as I could see in her eyes and her body language that she was lying her ass off.
I wasn’t worried…it was going to happen.
“Oh, I see”
Then from out of nowhere, Elle brought her finger up and touched it to my nose. I closed my eyes as a powerful surge jolted through my body. I was almost overpowered by just that one touch.
“I’ve missed you.” Elle whispered as she kept her finger to my nose.
I opened my eyes and automatically my hand came up to wrap around her neck as I used to do seventeen years ago. It felt natural there…my hand was meant to be there. I passed my thumb over the soft skin of her face. I absorbed her into me through just my finger. I traced over the lips that just earlier that evening felt like silk against my tongue as I teased them to open for me. There was nothing I wanted more then to press them against mine for one more moment.
I looked down at my finger that continued to run over the supple skin as I imagined how they use to feel against the skin of my throbbing cock.
I had to stop obsessing over this. There used to be more us than just the sex. We used to talk about everything. She went through right alongside of me, the rough family life that I had grown up with. I remembered about her family and her tragic loss.
“I’m sorry about your dad.”
“I know.”
Visions of Bear comforting her when she needed him most flooded my mind as well as frustration and infuriation that built up inside my chest. He had no right to be her comfort, she meant nothing to him. A fact I discovered out in the alleyway of a titty bar all strung out on god knows what, wrapped up in the arms of a stripper.
“Should ‘a been me, Elle.”
She didn’t respond, she probably had no idea what I was talking about and I really didn’t want to get into it. I pulled her into my arms and just held onto her, rubbing my hands down her back. I wanted to make sure that this was reality and not a dream.
“Goodnight, babe.”
“Night, babe.”
There I had it. What I had been waiting for…seventeen years that what I saw that night out in front of her dad’s house. That look that said that she didn’t want to be done with me, was in fact true. She wasn’t done with me, never had been…never would. I knew it and now I knew she knew it too. I closed my eyes and hugged her closer to me.
“She’s with me.”
I said out loud but to myself, Elle had passed out, so I didn’t really need to worry that she would hear…I didn’t give a shit if she did or not; it was the truth.
She was anchored to me…right here…right now, in this moment.
I closed my eyes and did something I hadn’t done in seventeen years; I slept without one nightmare or regret.
***
Waking up, I noticed something never change…as with Elle.
The covers were all pushed to the bottom of the bed, her legs were all sprawled out, taking up most of the bed, and she still slept so deep she snored as loud as a man. I would never let her in on that little known “Elleny Fact” because one of two things would happen; she would deny it or she would be embarrassed over something that was so fucking cute in my book.
I sat up on one hand and with the other took my index finger and traced the valley between her breasts. That area was always my favorite place to tease her. I traced underneath one breast and then the other.
