Mysterious Woes

Something to Somebody Else

Droplets of scarlet clung to my drenched light brown hair. Size 6 red shoe prints lead to her door. I braced myself for her sight. My soaked fingers slid on the door knob as they fumbled aimlessly to open the apartment.

36 stories up. The penthouse. Wonderful view. She stood by the window, overlooking the city. Almost as breath taking as her. A tumbler of vodka and ice in one hand, the other balled in her pants pocket. She was tense... Probably haven't heard back from Lydia in some time. Good.

"You said you'd call..." my voice was smooth. Cold. But not indifferent, never towards her. She knew me too well to fall for that. "I was busy." she was indifferent. I cringed. "You are always busy. Too busy for other people, not for me. What's up?" I stalked closer, letting the knife go behind my back.

The clatter broke her out of her daze. She turned to look at me. Blue-black hair blazed in the glare of the city lights. "I should rather ask you." she strode closer, her face impossible to read. "It was nothing I couldn't handle. You know me." I stood back a few steps. "Well by the looks of this it seems you didn't just wound them, you gut them like a fish. I take it that's why you came here and didn't go to your wife..." her winter grey eyes flashed, igniting a fire in my own soul.

"You have no right to seem jealous, Skyler. None whatsoever. But yes, she can't see me like this." my head hung in her mercy. "I have every f*****g right to be jealous! You were mine first! Oh and now I understand, too afraid to show your little pet your true demons?" she snarled my way.

Too fast. Too soon. Her words sent a shock through me. "I didn't come to fight. I just wish to clean up. I had no where else to turn to." my voice was coated in anger. Seething anger. "So I'm just convenient to you, is that so?" she smirked, tucking her hand around my hip.

"Says the one who left me knowing full well I'd always come back." Now my own blue eyes flashed at her. "Sometimes I feel like this whole thing is just one sided, like I'm a pet you enjoy playing with." my fingers curled around her hand, flicking it off of me. "You are not alone... You never will be." she cooed. I shoved her back, my voice taking a tight turn. "f**k you! f**k her! I don't even know why the f**k I'm here! Let her see my demons. The demons you love playing with..." At that my mouth tugged into a smile.

I turned. Hard, fast and jagged. She knew my body language far better than my wife ever could. "I'm leaving her... For you." I whispered, the thought taking me to new heights. "Don't. It's not worth it. Lydia-" before she could finish, I smirked without her seeing and faced her.

"Oh yes... Lydia. The one who will kill herself over you. The one who will come when called. Oooh, poor Lydia... What will she ever do without her big bad butch of a girlfriend." I was mocking her. Toying with her. "You play with demons, not deranged little girls." my voice was a mix of emotion. "She's older than you, you know..." she barely spoke.

"Older in years, younger in wisdom." I mused, sauntering towards her bathroom. "Now if you don't mind. I'd like to clean up before I go shag my wife." I sneered. "Don't speak of her in my f*****g house!" Sky roared, spinning my way. "Or what, you'll cry? Go cry waterfalls, darling, I don't give a damn."

Her fingers dug into my arm, forcing me to meet her gaze. "You come into my home, confront me, refusing to tell me what you did, demanding to bathe and I can't even say that I don't want to hear of your... Wife." she growled the last word as if pain took grip upon her soul. Wife.

"You f*****g left me. No word. No trace. No explanation. You left me reeling. Spinning with no traction as to what I could have done. More than friends, less than lovers. We are stuck in limbo. Because of the woman you told me not to f*****g fear! f**k you!" I slammed my fists into her chest, ready to break her down... Just like the woman only hours before.

Without a doubt, I had struck a chord. Rage flashed in her usual lifeless eyes. Movements too swift for me to counter, Skyler grabbed my forearms, pushing me backward. My spine collided with the wall, sparks rupturing in my lower back. "You are mine! She doesn't, nor will she ever deserve you the way I do!"

Emotion finally took hold of her, her body trembling in shocks of imbalanced chemicals. I couldn't help but look up at her. The Sky I knew was always in control, always one step ahead. Always making me come back. "You left me no choice, I thought I was your Mo Bann Ri. Together until the end, right? Wrong. I love her. I always will." My vision blurred. "She loves me more than life itself." I whispered.

"Not as much as I love you..." Her words echoed for a split second before she threw her lips to mine. Wafts of alcohol still clung to her breath, adding to my already spinning head. Frozen hands then seemed to find their way to my hips, gripping them for dear life. The kiss was passionate, needy and possessive. Just like Sky. My hands instinctively knotted around her neck, forcing her closer to me. With a violent jerk, Skyler pulled our hips as close as could be, her hip bones biting into my own. In desperation, I clawed at her neck. Months of desire and anger finally letting loose. A thunderstorm breaking after years of drought. My head whipped backward as Sky tugged my hair with an iron fist.

"You should go..." her voice was soft. Her clothes now covered in the same scarlet. She backed up slowly, making my momentary lapse of judgement dissipate. Halfway to the other side of the room, I stopped her. "As always you leave me when I need you most. You are a f*****g coward Skyler Vonn Monroe! Just when you know things are heading in a good direction you have to go f**k it up! f**k you!" My voice rang true. She turned, taking her time. "Stop it Amaria. I am done arguing. Go clean yourself up, then go back to your wife..." She sounded defeated and unarmed. "I f*****g told you, or aren't you listening to me, I'm leaving her! For us! We can-" "God-f*****g-dammit Amaria! Just f*****g stop!" At that moment she came rushing towards me. Her muscles rippling with every pace.

Before I knew what had struck me, my legs were already wrapped around her waist. A coat of sweat already draped over her skin. With a new ferocity, Skyler dug her some-what short nails into my spine, causing me to arch my back. She took the opportunity with both hands, instantly throwing her lips to my neck. She bit down into my crimson covered porcelain flesh and started sucking. No longer caring who would see the mark. One, long fingered, hand snaked down to my ass, where it was roughly grabbed and cupped. A heady moan escaped me whilst I bared my neck to her even more. Skyler left my spine and went to my hair, tugging it hard till between my shoulder blades. It created the perfect position for her to lick the blood off of my chest and up my neck.

A rush of urgency fell upon her and she swept my lips up in a blissful kiss. Teeth bit into my lower lip. Muscle fought for dominance. Her teeth drew blood as she sucked on my lip. I moaned more and more with each passing second. Next thing I knew she was sitting on her couch and I was straddling her legs. Wetness had already begun to pool up in my panties and I knew she could feel it as well.

The moment we were eye level and her hand could move away from my ass, she gripped my buttoned shirt. A flick of a hand sent buttons flying. Heat had started to gather from our proximity. Heat and hormones, sending us on a rise. Hot moisture crawled up from my under breast towards my cleavage, Skyler licking and nipping as she went. A single hand made swift work of my bra and soon before long, my chest was exposed to her sight.

Hardened n*****s stood up at her, showing just how much I needed the touch. Index and thumb found the peeks right as her lips found mine. Her kisses were just as hard as her toying with me. Fever crept up my sides and groans picked up tone as well. Without notice, I had started grinding on her waist, needing even the tiniest amount of friction. She grunted in protest when my fingers fumbled with her own buttoned shirt. Her way of saying that I'm hers...

She's not mine...

I broke the kiss, breath thoroughly caught. This left her enough space to capture my right n****e in her mouth. She clamped down onto it, rolling the crest with the tip of her tongue. My back arched in pleasure as she sucked my fine tissue. As one after the other moans escaped, her hands trailed down my thighs, running beneath my already hitched up skirt. She gave small, tantalizing strokes, which made my heart beat spike and my breathing jagged.

Just as I couldn't take the teasing anymore, Skyler flips me onto the couch, legs spread, shirt torn with a crazed look in my eyes. She sunk to her knees, dragging my panties with her. A single moan was uttered before she dove down. I gasped at her abruptness, her tongue already on my c**t. Frantic circles lingered on my c**t as she, without care, sucked and nipped at my bud. Release came faster and faster. I knew she wouldn't let me have it just yet. Still, she kept on with her pace, shooting me closer to the end.

The end nearly came. But before it could, she came up. Cold hard ice glinted within her eyes. A trait I knew that will be the end of me. All her weight shoved me over the back of the couch, my knees parted to their full length. By now I had started quivering with need of release. Two fingers lazily stirred close to my entrance as she leaned over my form. "Say you love me..." she whispered harshly.

"I love yo-" I couldn't finish. She wouldn't let me. In a final display of complete dominance, she entered me fast and with two digits. Another gasp. My back arched. There was no loving pace to her. No caring rhythm. She did what she knew I always wanted.

She f****d me. From behind. Very fast.

Climax came soon, with it came the realization of what I had to tell her.

"Skyler..." I trailed off, climax fully subsided. "Yes Mo Bann Ri?" she gazed down at me lovingly. Her black hair was disheveled , her blue eyes were warm. A lazy, happy and calm look swelled all over her features. She was more happy than I had seen her in years.

So I couldn't tell her that I had done the ultimate wrong. The one sin not worth forgiving.

I had slit her Anam Cara's throat and she licked her lover's blood from my neck...

I bet she'll wish then that she meant something to somebody else.