Tuesday teaser
Hey y'all.
It has been a little bit. I am posting some Relentless Heart today. I hope that when this story is finally done it is the best one I have written, because I love it so. Ty is such a great character, and Maggie is parallel to me in so many ways.
Enjoy!
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Relentless Heart
Ty
It has been an hour since she finally stopped vomiting and passed out fully. Maggie seemed like she was sober enough when she walked into the club last night. I wonder what brought on the drinking binge. From what I know of her, she is not a big drinker.
The cold water serves its purpose, and I climb out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. The bathroom door makes its signature creaking sound and I wince, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. leaving the small night light on, I pad across the living room to my bedroom door. Just as I reach for the handle, the lamp next to the couch turns on.
The relief in her eyes only lasts a second.
“You saw me.” She squeaks. It is not a question. Her posture slumps, as she tries to cover herself fully with the small blanket.
“Maggs. You were covered in vomit. I put you in my shower, washed your hair, and got you dressed. Once you were asleep on my couch, I cleaned up the mess, and washed your cloths. Your dress is in the dryer, and your sweater is hanging over the back of that chair.” I point at the piece of furniture in question. “The tags said lie flat to dry, but I was afraid my dog might lay on it. Anyway, after that I took a shower. You have been asleep for three hours. It is almost five in the morning. I was just headed to bed.”
Maggie nods silently curling back down onto her pillow. “Goodnight Ty, and thank you.” She whispers. Her long arm stretches out to turn the lamp off above her head. I watch the intricate Hindi design swirl down her arm, disappearing once the light is extinguished.
Until I peeled the long sundress and sweater off her a few hours ago, I had never seen so much of Maggie’s skin. I was shocked when I found she was covered in ink spanning her whole body. I was even more astonished when I realized that the designs where deliberately placed to cover scars. The phoenix that her sister had mentioned spanned her entire torso, wrapping around her hips. Its wing tips met almost in the center of her back. Swirling flames rose from her pelvic bone and dip down to her back side below it. I admit that I spent a few minutes longer washing her, just so I could look at the canvas that was her skin. There was so much beauty, hiding so much pain, kind of like Maggie herself.
In the back of my mind I see her grip her sweater closer around her neck. Glimpses of every outfit I have seen her in, even at the gym, covering all of her skin neck to ankle, bombard my mind. She had a panic attack when her sister suggested she show me her tattoo, she gasped the first time I touched her, these things are not normal. Staring into the darkness, lit only by the small bathroom nightlight, I can make out the outline of her form huddled on the sofa. A fierce protectiveness consumes me as I contemplate what could have been done to her that made her so fearful of being seen, of another humans touch. Maybe with enough time she could be comfortable with me. Judging from the sadness and shame behind her eyes tonight, I doubt that will happen any time soon.
“Good night Maggs.” I open the door to my bedroom, and take a step inside, starting to close it behind me. I stop before the latch clicks and pull it back open a hair. If she gets sick again, I will be able to check on her. My gym sweats are next to my bed and I pull them on, leaving them low on my hips. Usually I don’t wear anything to bed, so it feels strange to pull the covers over myself and not feel the soft, cool fabric on my skin. Unable to fight it any longer, I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
It has been a little bit. I am posting some Relentless Heart today. I hope that when this story is finally done it is the best one I have written, because I love it so. Ty is such a great character, and Maggie is parallel to me in so many ways.
Enjoy!
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Relentless Heart
Ty
It has been an hour since she finally stopped vomiting and passed out fully. Maggie seemed like she was sober enough when she walked into the club last night. I wonder what brought on the drinking binge. From what I know of her, she is not a big drinker.
The sight of her soft curves as the water cascaded down her
body almost broke me. I would never take advantage of a woman in her state, but
for a second, I considered feeding her an entire pot of coffee and some red
bull to sober her up. When she couldn’t keep down the water I was giving her, I
put away that thought. This girl was
hurting and didn’t need me complicating things.
I twist the knob in the shower to cold as my body starts to
stir from the image of Maggie’s supple form curling into my arms as I carried
her to the couch. Thoughts of the gooseflesh that raised on her body as I put
my clothes on her, and the small breathy whisper of my name, have my cock at half-mast
already. Fuck my life. I have already
gone over my meal prep plan for the week, named off all of the engine parts on
my chopper, and tried to picture Chord in Maggie’s dress but to no avail. The cold water serves its purpose, and I climb out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. The bathroom door makes its signature creaking sound and I wince, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. leaving the small night light on, I pad across the living room to my bedroom door. Just as I reach for the handle, the lamp next to the couch turns on.
“How did I get here?”
Her voice comes craggy, foggy with sleep.
I turn and face her, gripping the towel at my hips tighter.
The stir her voice always causes within me begins, and I pray that I can
maintain control long enough to get into some sweatpants. Maggie is sitting
upright. Clutching the throw blanket I placed over her earlier to her chest.
Her dark eyes are wide with confusion.
“What am I doing here Ty? Is this your apartment? Ohmygod
did we?” Maggie’s eyes are heavy with unshed tears. She is assuming the worst
of herself. She doesn’t remember getting sick, or me cleaning her up. Instead,
she woke up, in my clothes, on my couch, thinking I took advantage of her while
she was blacked out.
“No, nothing happened.” I reassure her before she lets her
imagination get out of control. “You were beyond drunk. I didn’t want to leave
you alone at your house so I brought you here. Then you got sick all over
yourself. I cleaned you up and put you in my sofa to sleep it off. “The relief in her eyes only lasts a second.
"You took off my clothes?”
Her voice is almost a whimper. By
now she has assessed her situation and realized that I had to strip her bare to
get all of the vomit covered fabric off her. I can’t say that I didn’t like
what I saw, but molesting the incoherent is not a turn on for me. I nod and she sucks in a harsh breath. I see
her wince, and the distinct signs of one of her panic induced states flash
across her features.
“Maggie, are you ok?” I take a step toward her but she
stiffens, so I step back again. “You saw me.” She squeaks. It is not a question. Her posture slumps, as she tries to cover herself fully with the small blanket.
“Maggs. You were covered in vomit. I put you in my shower, washed your hair, and got you dressed. Once you were asleep on my couch, I cleaned up the mess, and washed your cloths. Your dress is in the dryer, and your sweater is hanging over the back of that chair.” I point at the piece of furniture in question. “The tags said lie flat to dry, but I was afraid my dog might lay on it. Anyway, after that I took a shower. You have been asleep for three hours. It is almost five in the morning. I was just headed to bed.”
Maggie nods silently curling back down onto her pillow. “Goodnight Ty, and thank you.” She whispers. Her long arm stretches out to turn the lamp off above her head. I watch the intricate Hindi design swirl down her arm, disappearing once the light is extinguished.
Until I peeled the long sundress and sweater off her a few hours ago, I had never seen so much of Maggie’s skin. I was shocked when I found she was covered in ink spanning her whole body. I was even more astonished when I realized that the designs where deliberately placed to cover scars. The phoenix that her sister had mentioned spanned her entire torso, wrapping around her hips. Its wing tips met almost in the center of her back. Swirling flames rose from her pelvic bone and dip down to her back side below it. I admit that I spent a few minutes longer washing her, just so I could look at the canvas that was her skin. There was so much beauty, hiding so much pain, kind of like Maggie herself.
In the back of my mind I see her grip her sweater closer around her neck. Glimpses of every outfit I have seen her in, even at the gym, covering all of her skin neck to ankle, bombard my mind. She had a panic attack when her sister suggested she show me her tattoo, she gasped the first time I touched her, these things are not normal. Staring into the darkness, lit only by the small bathroom nightlight, I can make out the outline of her form huddled on the sofa. A fierce protectiveness consumes me as I contemplate what could have been done to her that made her so fearful of being seen, of another humans touch. Maybe with enough time she could be comfortable with me. Judging from the sadness and shame behind her eyes tonight, I doubt that will happen any time soon.
“Good night Maggs.” I open the door to my bedroom, and take a step inside, starting to close it behind me. I stop before the latch clicks and pull it back open a hair. If she gets sick again, I will be able to check on her. My gym sweats are next to my bed and I pull them on, leaving them low on my hips. Usually I don’t wear anything to bed, so it feels strange to pull the covers over myself and not feel the soft, cool fabric on my skin. Unable to fight it any longer, I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
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