So ... the result of our chat after he woke up Thursday. He actually woke up at 8:20. And stayed awake. It wasn't really a chat. Just more like cuddling and whisperings between the two of us. He told me that I had nothing to worry about (and I stated here that it was more like a query than a worry), that he wasn't going anywhere. And about the weekend, he asked if I wanted him to stay.
"Yeah, I would you to stay here with me. However, if you do decide to go, I'm going to stay here."I think that is what did it. Next thing I know, he's talking to his mom and telling her that he won't be able to make it Friday. He's going to be "asleep" all day. Which he wasn't. He waited until I got home to sleep. And even then, it wasn't until 9 p.m.
Friday, as I was leaving work, I slipped and fell in the kitchen, in front of everybody. Extremely embarrassing. And I ended up being a gimp for a night. I come home, hobbling up the stairs to the bedroom, my leg is all bruised up and sore. THE BOYFRIEND went to the store to get me some ace bandages to bind my knee to keep it from swelling up overnight, and some pain relievers. Guinness and Aleeve. Magic happens with that combo. So, 8:30 rolls around, I'm trying to get some sleep, but I'm also so fucking horny at this time. I keep touching him all over, and kissing his skin as he laid next to me. He was really trying hard not to get too much into it; didn't know how to work with the knee. We end up fucking. It's totally doable, btw, having sex with a gimp knee. And it totally works. Just what I needed. Don't know about him. ... Probably him too. Been almost a week since we last had sex. Anyways, we get to sleep and wake up around 5 a.m. My foot has swelled up due the bandages being tight, but my knee is good and I can totally walk fine on it without the bandages or Aleeve.
Around 7 a.m. we go to Publix and get some breakfast stuff as well as other meals. Made eggs, bacon, biscuits and sausage gravy, as well as the morning of one of the roommates. She came down as we were making it, still bleary eyed from sleep, and needed advice. {She had just broken up with her boyfriend, and he was trying to get back with her. He is a good guy, and another musician like her. However, he also needs to grow up, become a real adult in responsibilities not just age.} Her situation just makes me appreciate what THE BOYFRIEND and I have together. He is an adult because he knows that he has responsibilities. I may do a lot for him, but he essentially does a lot for me.
Later that day we end up going out to get some drinks. We're at The Tavern, where else, and he's playing pinball, what else, and also being really adoring and loving to me. You know, not being shy of the public "I love you's" anymore, like he was in the beginning. I don't know what prompted this; if it was the query that I had concerning our physical relationship or just because he's not afraid of it and what it means to our friends anymore. Someone played "Sugar, Sugar" by The Archies, and he is just clapping and dancing along. SOOOOOO hilarious and even more cute.
On our walk home, we're out in front of the college, he says to me,
"I don't know why a guy who doesn't beat on his woman is the best but whatever."A car comes around the corner and THE BOYFRIEND just yells at it,
"It's not just that. I've had others that didn't, and they just aren't anywhere close."
"So, what, I'm the best of the last?"
"No. You're the best. Ever."
"Fuck off. I'm doing something here."Really wasn't necessary, and he just as soon admits that, but hilarious just the same. We're walking home and he has the fascination with walking behind me, to watch me walk. I note this to him, and he just says,
"I like how you walk."Yes, he and I are both drunk at the time. By the time we get upstairs, ... yeah, you know what follows. Adulations mixed with sex. Like clockwork. Like the only time we can be like this is when we are drunk together, both open and vulnerable with each other. I remember, after having crashed down following his moment, I told him,
"Swaying my hips back and forth."
"Mmmmm-hmmm. You've got a nice ass. And I likes to look at it."
"This may sound weird, but I can't imagine myself with anyone else."And then he passed out. Seriously. He's half off the bed, completely naked. I turned off the light and tried to get him to move so I could fall asleep too. Yeah, didn't happen. Had to curl up on the part of the bed that he wasn't taking up. Boy is heavy.
"That's not weird at all."
I think I spent the better part of today remembering the good times we've had together. I've made headway on my graphic novel that I'm trying to write about my time with THE EX, and after it, you know getting back on track to being me again. I think why I am so stuck on the ending is .... that I'm unsure how much THE BOYFRIEND is willing for me to reveal about us and our sex life. I am waiting on him to read it, for constructive criticism. I got a little impatient Saturday night. And he told me that he waiting for time alone to read it, so I'm not hovering over him and getting all anxious while he does, because he knows that it is important to me. What if he hates it? Would I be willing to take his criticisms? I think so. I want it to be great. I want it to stun.
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