Fight With Me (Fight and Fall)

by Unknown

  “I’m sorry, Em. I shouldn’t have done that. I lost control. I haven’t had sex in over a week and it’s finally catching up with me, I guess,” he says sighing.

  “It was my fault too, Lucas. Don’t take all the credit. There’s just something genuinely wrong with me. When it comes to sex, it takes every ounce of willpower to just hold myself back. Before I got married, I pretty much fucked any guy with a working dick. It was fun and I had a good time but then it got old. I got married and realized how nice it was to be with just one person. Then I started dating Aiden and it’s just…I want you, I truly do, but it’s not something that can happen. Too many people will get hurt because of it. I need to stop being selfish and you need to realize that I’m not the person for you. I’m not the woman you need, Lucas,” I say.

  “Maybe I should move out. This is just getting too hard and we’ve only been living together for two days,” I say regretfully.

  “No, I don’t want you to move out. Not at all, Em. I really wants us to stay roommates and friends. I like having you around. We have fun together and you make me laugh my ass off. I guess you and I are similar when it comes to sex. I sleep several women a week because I can. I guess I’ve always wanted a relationship but never found that one person who made me want to try. I think that I’m attracted to you because you’re just like me. We joke around and you have no idea how hard that is, to find a women who you can just laugh and have a good time with.”

  “There are plenty of woman out there like that, Lucas. I think the main problem is that you’re looking in the wrong places for them. It seems like you just hook up with people based on their looks. Yeah, attraction is important but you also have to connect in other ways. You’re only twenty-one for God’s sake! You have plenty of time to find the one.”

  “Yeah, I know. I just thought that I found what I was looking for with you, Em. You’re special, different.”

  “I’m a pain in the ass, that’s what I am,” I say laughing.

  “Yeah, maybe a little bit,” he says smirking.

  “You fucker!” I say, feigning insult.

  “Sorry, Em,” he says beaming.

  “Eat your dinner, jerkoff, and then we can finish the movie. I’m really tired and just want to go to bed on my comfy air mattress,” I say sarcastically.

  “Hey, that air mattress is amazing! Do you know how many woman I’ve….”

  “Okay, point taken. The mattress has had its share of action. I get it,” I say cutting him off.

  Gross! Now I will be thinking about all of the skanky women who have spread their legs on it.

  He smiles devilishly, shoveling a large amount of noodles into his mouth.

  I go over to the couch, turning the movie back on. After inhaling his food, he comes over to the couch, sitting down beside me. He lays down on his back, flopping his feet on top of me.

  “You look pretty cozy there, Lucas. Would you like a foot rub too?” I ask sarcastically.

  “Great idea, Em. That would really be nice,” he says smiling broadly.

  I chuckle, rolling my eyes at him.

  “Well, get to it! I had a rough day. Drama at work, you rejecting me. I deserve a little something, I think.”

  What nerve! I arch my eyebrow at him.

  Oh, fine! I guess it’s the least I can do for him. He had a tough day because of me.

  I start kneading the arches of his feet as he sighs with content.

  We watch the movie more, getting to the very end of it. My favorite part is when Chunk tells Sloth that is going to come home with him and be a part of his family. Chokes me up every damn time. My eyes start watering, and I try to inconspicuously blink the tears away.

  I feel Lucas sit up, moving his feet out of my lap.

  “Em, what’s wrong?” Lucas asks concerned.

  “This scene just makes me so happy. He…he….Sloth finally gets real a family that loves him,” I choke out.

  “You’re so cute. I wouldn’t have never pegged you for a movie crier, Em. C’mere sweetheart,” he says, motioning me to come closer to him.

  He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close against him. I bask in his warmth, crying softly against his chest.

  “Shhh, it’s okay. Let it out. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers.

  The movie does make me emotional but I know my tears are more complicated than that. Watching the movie just brought back memories of why I decided to move here. I thought I would have a fresh start, a new chance at life. It’s crazy but I actually thought that everything would be different if I moved. I was dead wrong. Sometimes what you run from catches up with you. In this case, it caught up with me and then some.

  The big question is, would I have moved here having known what was going to happen to me? Would I have passed up the opportunity to fall for Aiden? Was this pain all really worth it?

  Yes. It was. I may be a glutton for punishment but every second was worth it. Every kiss, every touch was worth the pain of a thousand knives slicing into my skin. Love is a complex thing. It defines you, it breaks you, it tests you.

  I know that I have to wait for Aiden, no matter how long it takes. I’ll live my life the best I can but I will put my heart on hold for him.

  I put my hand on my stomach, willing for there to be a life inside. I was so angry at him for doing what he did but now I want a part of him. I want our child growing inside my belly. If I can never have him, I want this baby. Something that will always link us no matter what.

  My tears finally dry and I lift my head up to look at Lucas. His eyes seem warm, comforting. I pull away from him laughing lightly.

  “Sorry about that, Lucas. I can be such a girl sometimes,” I say self-conscious.

  “Don’t worry about it. I liked comforting you. I know that you were upset by more than just the movie. We don’t have to talk about it but I get it. Today was a…well, let’s just say the start of a new chapter between us,” he says

  “We learned a lot about each other today and I think it helped. Now we both understand why we are the way we are and why we do what we do,” he says smiling gently.

  I feel wrung out, exhausted beyond measure.

  “Ok, bed,” he says, lifting me up in his arms.

  “Lucas, I’m not an invalid. You don’t have to carry me, you know,” I say chuckling.

  “I know that, Em. But if this is the only way I can touch or be close to you, then I think I’ll just take what I can get,” he says smirking.

  Sneaky bastard. He’ll probably try to cop a feel when he deposits me on the bed.

  He walks us into my room, gently placing me on the mattress. I release my hold on his neck. Hmmm…I guess I was wrong in my judgment of Lucas. He didn’t cop a feel.

  “What’s so funny?” he asks smiling.

  “Oh, nothing. Inappropriate thoughts, that’s all,” I say.

  “Oh, yeah? Do they involve me and my big…”

  “No!” I yell, cutting him off. “You’re too much, Lucas.”

  Oh, shit. I instantly cringe, realizing what I just said. Ugh, I didn’t mean it like that.

  “I know I’m too much, but the ladies don’t seem to complain about it,” he says smirking.

  “Enough, pervert! Bedtime,” I yell laughing.

  “Well, I guess I should get naked and get under the covers then,” he says unbuttoning his jeans.

  “Not my bed, smartass. Your bed. I can show you where it is if you need help getting there,” I say smirking.

  He instantly stops unzipping his jeans, a naughty smirk on his face.

  “Oh, well. Can’t blame a guy for trying, Em. I’ll let you reject me all day long as long you know that I still want you,” he says shrugging.

  I point to the door smirking.

  “Bed,” I say to him.

  “Yeah, I know,” he sighs.

  He lifts his hand in the air looking at it.

  “Hey there, friend. You and me are going to have a rough night,” he says look
ing at me now.

  I roll my eyes at his insolence, throwing a pillow at him.

  “Hey, I’m going, I’m going!” he says laughing. “Sleep well, sweetheart,” he says.

  “You too,” I reply.

  He turns off my bedroom light and practically leaves the room whistling. Damn, nothing bothers that guy.

  I sigh, rolling into my pillow. What a day! Not the best day but maybe not even the worst either. I haven’t decided yet. The jury’s still out.

  I close my eyes, my hand involuntarily drifting towards my stomach.

  Ugh, stop thinking that you’re pregnant, Emma! It was one time without protection. Do you know what the odds are?

  Just in case, I decide not jeopardize the possible life inside of me. No more smoking, no more alcohol, and definitely no more run-ins with Marcus. I’ll have to take better care of myself until I know for sure. Aiden want would me to cherish and protect our child and that’s exactly what I’ll do.

  I feel by body drifting in and out, my consciousness wavering. I feel obscurity consume me, taking me to an almost death-like state. My last thought is of Aiden’s pain stricken face. It clenches my heart, finally taking me under.

  I feel hands run up my legs, sending goose bumps to the surface of my skin. I tremble, the sensation almost too much to bear. Soft, firm lips kiss my ankles, my knees, my inner thighs. I open my eyes, my limbs still heavy from my slumber.

  “Aiden?” I whisper confused.

  Why does my tongue feel numb, almost as if I’m talking in slow motion? I feel like I’ve been drugged or a little too tipsy. This is beyond weird.

  “Shhh,” he says, kissing his way up my body.

  I look down at myself, realizing that the clothes I had on earlier have disappeared. I am completely naked, entirely vulnerable to him.

  He reaches me breasts, taking one of my nipples between his teeth, tugging it gently. He rolls his tongue around the skin, causing my body to tremble in response. He makes his way over to the other breast, paying it the same expert attention. I try to grab his hair in my hands but my arms are immobile. I can’t move, I can only feel.

  He kisses further up my body, finally settling himself against my lips. I try to respond to him but I can’t. My body won’t allow me speak out.

  “Open for me, Emma,” he whispers.

  My lips miraculously part, allowing his tongue to invade my mouth. He licks, sucking my tongue against his. He moans into my mouth, moving his hand in between my legs. The clothes that he had on before are gone, his skin as clear as day in the darkness.

  He touches my center, moving his thumb gently against my clit. His pressure increases along with his kisses. They’re feverish, intruding, violent.

  I come against his thumb without any warning. The orgasm snuck up on me, something that has never happened before. My eyes roll back in my head, almost making me pass out.

  He gets to his knees, pulling me up against him. His length sits against my stomach, the hardness and softness of his skin a wonderful contrast.

  “Wrap your hands around my neck,” he orders.

  My hands comply, wrapping around his warm flesh. Before I can question why I can’t move a muscle unless he tells me to, he enters me in one violent thrust. We both moan, enjoying the friction of our joined bodies. He impales into me, gently and rough at the same time. I look into his eyes, noticing the green luminesce that is usually there, gone.

  He starts kissing me again, plundering his tongue into my mouth. His hand rests by my waist, controlling the pace of his thrusts as I ride on top of him.

  I feel a warmth at my back, as if someone’s breath is tickling my skin. My eyes widen, alarmed by what I’m feeling. Kisses start being placed against my backbone as Aiden continues his thrusts. I feel hands cup my breasts from behind as I try to break away from Aiden’s lips, not understanding what’s happening. I feel a hand grab my chin, forcing my head backwards.

  I look into two very blue eyes and a devilish smirk.

  “I love your tits, Em. Firm and yet so soft,” Lucas whispers.

  What is happening? Why is Aiden fucking me and Lucas touching me from behind? How is everybody okay with this? And why can’t I move at all?

  “Look at me, Emma. It’s just you and me. Nobody else. Focus on me, baby,” Aiden pleads, pulling my face back to him.

  He looks like he doesn’t want Lucas here but he’s not stopping it. Why?

  I feel Lucas run his hands down my breasts, moving his hands to the sides of me. He brushes his hands against Aiden’s, which are still holding my waist. He moves to my ass, grazing my cheeks gently with his fingertips.

  I shiver at his touch and Aiden’s slow, driving thrusts.

  “I’ve wanted this for so long,” Lucas whispers.

  Before I can react to this comment, Lucas enters me from behind, filling me with his cock. Lucas moves his hands to my waist, gripping the flesh just above Aiden’s hands.

  “You like that, Em. Me filling you and Aiden fucking your pussy?” he whispers.

  I moan, loving and hating it. What am I doing? I’ve done some pretty kinky shit in my day but this is a little much even for me. It feels so good, yet so wrong. I’m stuck in between them but my body won’t let me move. It’s acting of its own accord.

  They both start to speed up their pace, rocking me in between them. Their grunts and moans fill the air, an odd sound that I never thought I would hear.

  My eyes are still trained on Aiden, his stare his full of lust and sadness. It’s like he’s enjoying what’s happening but is also hurt by it.

  I feel fingertips pressing into my cheek, pulling my head backwards once again. I feel Lucas’s tongue move inside my mouth, as Aiden’s grip on me tightens painfully. I moan into Lucas’s mouth as he swirls his tongue with mine. I feel my head being turned again, forcing my gaze back into Aiden’s furious ones.

  “No. Not again. You’re mine, Emma. You’ll always be mine and if you fight me, you won’t win,” he bites off.

  Both of their thrusts increase, when I feel Lucas remove himself from me. I look behind me and he’s nowhere in sight. Aiden slips out of me, quickly flipping me on my stomach. My limbs are lifeless, my face pressed against the pillow.

  Aiden enters me from behind, my pussy squeezing his length. He drives into me, his hands wrapping around my neck, gently holding my throat with his fingers. I hear him yell out his release, finally removing himself from me.

  His hands are still around my throat and just when I think he will remove his hold, his fingers clench around my neck. The pressure grows more firm, cutting off my breathing.

  “Aiden, what…” I choke out.

  “You like it rough, don’t’ you? I’ll make you scream, Emma. But first it’s time to fight.”

  That voice. That horrible, foreboding voice. Not Aiden’s or Lucas’s. There’s only one person that voice belongs too.

  Before I can yell out for help, his hold fully blocks my air supply. My eyes start to feel heavy, my vision clouding. I struggle and squirm, trying to get away. I can’t. It’s like I’m being held down by a thousand heavy bricks.

  “Fight. That’s it, fight me,” he whispers.

  I feel myself falling, unable to stop my descent. There’s only one face burned into my head now. One of hatred, disgust, control. Only belonging to one man.

  Marcus.

  Chapter 5: Dreams or Reality?

  I bolt upright, my body dripping with sweat. Holy shit! That was a dream. Just a dream. It wasn’t real, so calm down, Emma.

  I repeat this mantra, over and over, hoping that it will soothe my nerves.

  Weirdest, most disturbing dream ever! First I have an awkward threesome with Lucas and Aiden, then I get choked out (and not in the good way) by Marcus. Yeah, my subconscious is pretty fucked up. Don’t they say that dreams are derived from reality?

  I wipe sweat away from my forehead, looking down at my fully-clothed and clammy body.

  Okay, get your shit together and get r
eady. Try not to think about it again. You have a full day ahead of you. You’re going to spend quality time with Leslie and Lucas, go and visit the Goonie house, and stock up on groceries.

  I start walking out into the living room, when I notice Lucas in the hallway. His shirtless chest and checkered boxers catch my eye. His blonde hair is mussed as he rubs his eyes in exhaustion. His body is extremely lean, but with naturally defined muscles. Pretty much a lucky bastard in the genetics department.

  Hmm…so my physical assessment of him when we first met was accurate. His body is perfection. I smile in appreciation. He’s no Aiden, but then again, who is?

  He looks over, catching my ogling. Shit! That dream really makes me feel nervous and awkward around him now. All I can picture is him fucking me from behind.

  I cringe. Ugh, so embarrassing. He notices my deer in the headlights expression and smiles.

  “What, Em? See something you like?” he asks smartly.

  “I had a sex dream and you were in it!” I blurt out.

  Oh, real nice, Emma. Verbal diarrhea much? Why did you go and say that to him?! Now he’ll ask a bunch of questions, which will be really uncomfortable.

  His eyes light up in unnecessary delight. Fucking Lucas!

  “Oh, really? And how was I? I want every detail,” he laughs.

  I sigh loudly. Well, I already put myself in hot water and am currently burning from the heat. Might as well be honest about the dream and get this conversation over with.

  “Well, um, it was a threesome actually. You, me, and um…Aiden,” I manage to stutter.

  He looks vaguely amused, raising his eyebrows at me.

  “Very interesting. And where was I exactly in this dream? What was I doing to you?” he asks smirking.

  “You were, um behind me and Aiden was in front. Ugh, Lucas, I’m sorry I even said anything! It was just a dream,” I say mortified, closing my eyes.

  “A dream or a fantasy of yours? I won’t lie and say that I wouldn’t mind a threesome with you. It could be fun,” he smirks. “Although, I could do without Aiden in the picture. Take him out of it and throw in another woman. I’d be all over that scenario.”