King of Anything

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He kisses me deeply. "It's just," he pulls my shirt off. "This is ...I didn't expect this."

I nod, "I know, it's just you're really creepy in the way you do things."

He chuckles. "I wouldn't say creepy. I'd say stalk-y."

I shrug as he presses a kiss to my lips. "Maureen are you sure—"

He kisses my neck, making me close my eyes. I love that.

"I want you bend me over, and do that thing you do when you...Yeah...with your...and my...oh...I love that."

"I just wanna make sure this isn't a hormonal, decision, you are ten months pregnant with my child, and that can cause some rash decisions."

"I thought I couldn't carry a child to term that long."

"Well you can't. But...I just feel like you're gonna regret this when you come down from your post cotius bliss, you're gonna hate me again, and then I'll pretend it won't matter but it really will, and I'm gonna hurt inside at night."

"What?"

"Nothing," He smiles, pushing my legs open.

"Oh okay. Okay, wait don't...I—"

"Are you sure you love me? Love is complex notion, and s*x releases oxytocin which makes you emotionally imprint on me, but once we do what we just did again, I'm gonna be an ass, and you're gonna hate me."

"Huh?"

He shakes his head.

"It's just I really care about you, and if we have s*x again, oh! You're starting again! You might contract a UTI, which contrary to belief is not really a testament to my skills as much as the amount of activity."

Why is he rambling?

"Scar, we're having s*x in the back of our limo. Stop rambling."

"It's just...I really want our relationship to get on track of being a relationship. And if I put my p***s in you again, I feel like we'll drift apart again."

What is talking about. "Why aren't you kissing my neck."

"I...I just want feel something with you. That's not... just my p***s sliding into your v****a canal."

I pause. "Okay, And there's the mood."

I sit up, fixing my clothes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin the mood I just...can't we have dinner and talk first?"

I frown. "Whats going on? I've never heard you talk like this?"

"It's just...I know how this goes. Remember when we first got together? And I liked you, and you liked me. And then we had s*x and everything changed."

I look away.

"It's like I had the upper-hand and I didn't know what to do with it. And I lashed out you, and you kept coming back. And it was just—°

"So you're scared to have s*x me?"

"I'm not scared. I just want to have a better relationship then we did before. And it's scientific, y'know? s*x changes things, and the more we do it, the worse it gets."

Okay. Okay.

"I—understand. I get it."

I nod, sighing. "I get it."

"Do you? Do you get it! It seems like you don't? You're making that...that voice you do when I do something wrong."

Voice? "I don't do a voice!" I smile.

"Yeah, you do. It's slightly higher pitch, and you're words are further apart."

I don't do that!

"Like, when you told me I should dress up for dinner. I never dressed up for dinner until you told me I had to!"

"I gave you a choice!"

"No. You said aren't you gonna dress up dinner, Scar? In that way that way that means you better dress up for dinner Scar."

"There's no such thing!"

"Of course itnis! We've practically been married for thirty years! And I know...I know you're not happy. And you're ignoring what I said, and you're thinking g about all the ways I'm not into you anymore, or if I'm cheating but I swear I just..."

I look down. "I think it's sweet, Scar. And I agreed we should get to know each other again."

He smiles. "Okay. You're not mad. Because if you tell me you're going to Monte Carlo again I might just snap!"

I shrug. "I'm not leaving. But...we have a lot to talk about."

He puts his arm over my shoulder.

"I have no pants on," he remarks.

I look down. "I know, honey. I know."

"I don't know where my pants are!"