Whats yours is mine

 

Whats yours is mine

Chapter 2: You Again

 

Last nights occurrences had left me, like someone having left to some foreign place. I had forgotten all about distant voice, and I had forgotten all about Cloud aside from the occasional murderous thought. I had packed up all my things and prepared to move into my new apartment. I was feeling optimistic and much less morbid than usual and because of that, I decided that it was my fun day. I popped some popcorn, grabbed a few romantic comedies (though I despised romantic comedies) and I invited some not-so friends over to share in the festivities.

"The night is still young! Let's drink up!" said an already drunk me. I wasn't sure if anyone heard me or even if I was speaking in an audible tone, or even the english language at all, but I was having a good time nonetheless. Too good to realize that everyone had already left.

"Ugh my head..." I said flopping down on the couch. Time had completely been lost to me and I was too belligerent to make it to my room so I slept on the couch or at least tried to, but there was a knock on the door. I pulled myself off the couch.

"Who is it?" I called through the door, but there was no answer. That didn't bother me much until I came to the realization that I was in fact very paranoid, even through my drunkeness and that whoever it was had to be insane for knocking on my door at 3am.

There was another knock, more urgent this time.

"Damnit!"

I opened the door only to be face to face with distant voice and after having not thought of him for weeks, I didn't remember exactly how gorgeous he was.

"Invite me in." he said in the most sensual voice I had ever heard. He had an Australian accent which I guess I didn't remember because it had been so long.

"Invite you in? Why would I do something like that? It's 3am if you hadn't noticed."

"Your avoiding me."

"You can't avoid someone who you never intended to un-avoid."

"You stopped talking to me."

"Your nuts."

I went to shut the door, but my arm wouldn't allow it and I couldn't look away either. Those green eyes, those long blond locks, those gorgeous pink lips.

"Invite me in..." he said again, angrier this time.

"Sure come in." I said unintentionally. "wait no I meant-"

"Shh."

He put his finger to my lip and shut the door behind himself.

"You've said enough."

He ran his fingers through my hair, those gentle fingers quickly becoming angry. Oh boy. This was the psychotic outbreak I was waiting for.

"I don't like to be ignored Esme."

"Well then don't quit your day job."

"The day time really isn't my thing." he said pressing his lower half up against my own, achingly, tormentingly slow. I felt my cheeks heat up.

"You shouldn't be doing this..." I said just wishing that the heat surging through my lower half wasn't what I thought it was. It couldn't have been. Could it?

"I want you to wear your hair up tomorrow." he said, dragging his finger across my collar bone. I cocked am eyebrow.

"Who exactly do you think you are?" I asked hotly, mistakingly hotly. I could feel the heat from his breath against my cheek.

"Its more so a question of who i think you are. You are mine Esme. You'd be best to remember that."

"What if I refuse?"

"Then punishment will ensue."

He reached around and smacked my behind with enough force to leave a mark. Scary part was he hadn't smirked the entire time leading me to believe that he was serious. I was too turned on and yet too violated to care either way.

"Are you hot for me?" he said running his hand up my thigh. The tiny blue skirt I was wearing didn't help my case much, but him asking me that seemed to be the deal breaker. I was utterly embarrassed!

"I don't know what you mean. I should be getting to bed." I said, cheeks hot.

"Tell me Esme. " he said, grabbing me back into position. Position right underneath him against the door. I now knew exactly how crazy he was, other than all my other more subtle clues.

"I have nothing to tell you."

"Would you rather I check for myself?"

He edged his fingers up my thigh until they rested just below my panty line.

"Please don't l." I pleaded. I closed my eyes tight.

"Esme! Esme I left my wallet on you coffee table!" I heard through the door. When opened my eyes, distant voice was gone, vanished as if all of it had been a dream.

"C-coming!" I said scrambling to gather myself once again. If there was anything I had learned that night, it was to never open my doors to strangers, or at least to people who didn't state their name, address, social security number and perform a secret knock.