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lumy12"I'm fine, just... uh... you were snoring so loud I knew I was never going to fall asleep, so..."
"I was?"
You hear the disbelief in his voice... and you ignore it. "Yeah. Louder than that back-up generator at Tommy's. Like, right in my ear."
"Ellie, I only just barely dozed off... right? Why didn't you just wake me up?"
"Oh, well, you were so tired... I couldn't do that to you." What an angel I am!
"It's better than wakin' up an' findin' you gone. Can I come--"
"No!" you repeat, more forcefully. Shit... I better think up something better, something to keep him out... "Okay, you know the real reason? I... got my period."
He digests that for a moment. "Really? 'Cause I coulda sworn you just had it... not even two weeks ago."
"No, it was way before that! Time just goes really fast at your age." Or so he likes to tell you. Then you think of a better answer: "Oh wait, maybe you're right... but periods can be really irregular for like, the first ten years." -You totally pulled that out of your ass, but it sounds good, doesn't it?
"Yours has gotten real regular over the past year. Since we got to Jackson."
Fuck, why does Joel have to notice stupid shit like that? He keeps better track of your period than you do. And we're not even fucking, when it should actually MATTER to him... HA! "Well, um... you know. My body's going through changes right now, with... like, being in love with you and stuff. All the hormones. So maybe that's why." ...what?!
"...All right, well, can I just come in an' maybe--"
"No! Don't!" Fortunately, Joel respects your privacy so much that he'd never open that door without your expressed permission. 'Never' short of you being in some kind of danger, that is. You... are not quite so respectful of his, to be honest, but you've had discussions about it and you're trying to be better.
"It ain't my first rodeo, kiddo. You know I don't care if--"
"Well, maybe I care!" you spit back. "Just... go away! Please. I have a headache and I'm bitchy and... I have the most awful fucking cramps. On top of being all gross." There -- he can't dispute THAT. He has no clue what you do or do not feel when it comes to 'feminine problems.' ...a fact that you may have taken advantage of a time or two over the past year...
A sigh. "Let me help. I can... give you a massage or somethin', at least... you always like that."
He did that for you even before it became a more... sexually-charged practice. Oh, man... now he WANTS to touch me... and I can't let him touch me THERE without admitting that I lied! For at least several days now! -No... no! Since this is supposed to be a flukey 'in-between' period, you can make it mysteriously disappear tomorrow, if needed. Then it can come back for real in a couple weeks or whatever. When it's supposed to. "Joel, I'm just... super tired and disgusting and all I want is to be left alone. Okay? It's... nothing personal. I love you!" I mean... I can't let him think I'm MAD at him or something. Even if you are, a little bit. Just a tiny bit.
He's quiet for a moment or two too long. "I can count on one hand the number of times you've wanted to be left alone, the whole time I've known you. Are you SURE nothin's wrong?"
"What, other than all the things I just told you? Nope. Nothing. Good night!"
You think he's finally going to leave you alone, but then: "You didn't bring your gun with you. I'll just go get it an' bring--"
"No! I don't need it! The doors are locked -- and you're here. Just go back to sleep, Joel, please. I'll be fine."
"...All right. Good night, baby girl." He sounds... dejected.
Guilt floods through you... you could've been nicer to him. The poor guy just wanted to make you feel better. And I feel just fine... or I WILL, in a minute...
...or two...
That flare of arousal you felt earlier seems to have died out. You wriggle your fingers around, and you feel the wetness from earlier, but it just... doesn't feel as good now, for some reason.
You do manage to orgasm, sort of. It's very... mechanical. Forced, even. It's like... the thing just dribbled out of you instead of exploding. Very unsatisfying. But it's done, and...
...now you can go back to Joel?
No. Not after your dramatics just now. You feel like you should wait a good... oh, fifteen or twenty minutes, maybe, to be safe. Your mood has been known to swing the other way in less time, so he likely won't question it.
You can't believe you pushed him away for... that. That pathetic little nothing. Would it really have been so horrible to lay there with him, all curled up and snug in his arms, for hours and hours -- the rest of the night -- without experiencing it? Nope. Not worth it. Lesson learned.
Hopefully Joel will be asleep when you slink back over there. Then he won't be aware of how much time has passed... and he'll probably at least half wake up when you slip into the bed... he'll know you're there, and be comforted by your presence, even in slumber. You'll apologize to him first thing in the morning, when you're sure he's fully conscious. Hopefully you'll be able to sleep in the meantime.
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Carlos
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