Personal Possessions (27 page)

“
Remember,
huh.”

Elle didn’t say a word.
She just grabbed the bowl of soup that was in front of her and a
spoon. I was laughing hysterically inside over her reaction.
According to her, she didn’t care; at least that’s what she kept
reiterating to me.

“Where are you
going?”

I grab a hold of Elle’s
arm to try and stop her from running off in another outburst. She
stopped, but doesn’t say a word, just tracked her eyes from my hand
on her arm to my eyes. She was telling me to release her arm, but
of course, I ignored her.

“I’m going to bed. I think
I’ve had enough bullshit for one night.”

I looked at her, straight
in her eyes. I was done with her either running off or ruining the
moment, as her way to not face what was happening between us. I
know she felt it just as strong as I did; there is no way she
couldn’t, the pull towards one another was too fucking
strong.

“No you’re
not.”

I begin my trek back to
the living room when she roughly pulls her arm from my
hold.

“Elleny!”

She began heading towards
her room talking to no one, but yet somehow I knew that this
conversation was directed for me.

“I don’t know who the fuck
he thinks he is, but I didn’t ask his permission to go to bed; I
told him I was going to bed. How dare he think he can order me
around!”

The whole night ended up
being an evening in comedy. Not only that, but I had planned on
having her beneath me by this time and look where we were, she was
in another room, set on sleeping in a separate bed from me. I
couldn’t help but laugh.

I finished the wine in my
glass plus the wine in Elle’s glass and tried to think of a plan.
Suddenly, it hit me. Right in front of me sat Elle’s Jell-O. I
looked at my watch and gave it a moment. There was no way she would
turn down the sweet dessert, she asked for it specifically…she’d
take it.

I ended up grabbing the
bowl and walked to the door as I wiped the smile off of my face. I
knocked quietly and gave it another moment. This next time I
knocked heavier. There ended up being a crack in the
door.

“
I would like to apologize
for my behavior, I wanted to make sure that you got this before you
went to bed, I will be up tomorrow at eight if you’d like to join
me for breakfast, they have a wonderful feast during the week and
then we can head over to the office and I can show you
around.”

I could see that she let
down one thin sheet of her metal armor that she had built around
her. She smiled a small smile.

“
Thank you, TJ that sounds
great. I will see you at eight.”

I smiled and held out my
hand. Reluctantly, Elle raised her hand and put her hand in mine. I
knew if I was going to make these next eight days’ worth something,
tonight…this action right here was going to be the ice breaker. As
she opened the door further, I pulled her out and planted my lips
to mine. She hesitated at first and fought me, but then as soon as
my tongue touched her lips, she lost the fight. She pushed into my
mouth as though she was looking for redemption. Her taste was what
I craved all those years. That hole that was in the middle of my
chest was filled back up and healing as though it never existed. I
was back as an eighteen year old high school senior who was kissing
his one and only love. I felt her hands creep up the back of my
shirt…

And just as fast as I felt
her hands lay on my skin, she was gone. Pulled away, breaking the
moment. Holy shit, I had to beg the oxygen to come back to my head
so I could think. I was dizzy and my cock was pulsing. I was going
to have to rub off this huge hard-on tonight.

“Good night, Mr.
McHale.”

Elle responded as she
tried to catch her breath. I think she was having the same exact
issue I was…

…Which made a smile come
to my face; I was in there. The ice was broken and I knew that the
next eight days were only going to get better from here.

“
Good night Ellie-bean,
sweet dreams.”

Chapter 15

I could see Elle kneeling
in front of me, her head slowly bobbing up and down. Her lips were
wrapped tightly around the length of my cock. The warmth and
softness of her mouth was nothing I could ever find with anyone in
the years that we were apart. Her lips parted and her tongue came
out to run circles around the tip. I could feel the water hitting
the back of me as I stroked faster and faster.

“Oh fuck!”

I exclaimed as I watched
myself orgasm, I felt relief overcome my body. I leaned up against
the shower wall to catch my breath. I finished the third shower of
that day and got out, wrapping a towel around me.

I went out to the bedroom
and threw some sweats on when I heard a noise coming out from the
living room. It sounded like a small yelp. Approaching the door, I
was cautious not to open it, if Elle was on the phone, I didn’t
want to disturb her. I listened for a moment and when I didn’t hear
any other conversation, I open the door just a bit.

It was hard to see, all
the lights were off, but one and it was just to put out a shine in
the room. I could see Elle’s shadow standing in the corner, by the
bar. I saw her head go back and then shake as though she couldn’t
take the burn of what made me feel human. I heard the glass of the
bottle hit the top of the shot glass as she fixed herself up for
the next round.

“This one’s for you,
fucker, may you live short and die long.”

I heard her slur her
toast, giving me the inclination she had been there a moment.
Before she could put that glass to her lips, I decided it was time
for her to be cut off.

“And who would we be
toasting to, hmmm? I am really hoping it isn’t me to whom you are
referring to as “the fucker”.”

I startled her, I could
see her silhouette jump. Quickly, she turned towards me as I turned
on the light that sat on the table next to where I stood. Her eyes
danced over my body. I could see the desire flash in the twinkle
that now seemed to reappear in them, and that brought happiness to
me. I was bringing back what was missing from her as she was
healing what was fucked up inside of me.

“Christ Almighty,
shouldn’t you go put a shirt on before harems of women break down
the door to lick every muscle on your body?”

I couldn’t help but
laugh…hard.

Not only was Elle slurring
what I took as a compliment, but she was drunk off her ass. She
started wobbling back and forth as though the room had already
begun spinning.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting
harems… just you.”

Elle didn’t reply, she
just turned around to fill up her glass again, when I moved quickly
to take the bottle from her. No matter what happened between us, I
needed her to be sober and responsive. I knew I would get the truth
from her in this condition, but I wanted her to be aware of what
she and I would be discussing. Besides, we had a full day’s work
tomorrow and there was no way she would be proficient while nursing
a hangover.

“I think we’ve had enough
don’t you?”

“Nope, I’m still standing
right?”

I was cracking up inside.
I would never let her know that though, that would be an argument
that I would be bringing on myself, and fuck that…I didn’t need
it.

I didn’t know what brought
this behavior on. Maybe it was the way I had acted after dinner,
maybe it was the kiss. I didn’t feel bad for what I did, I could
see in her eyes that she enjoyed me kissing her.

“I thought you were
asleep, I was just coming out to get a glass of water and here I
find you attached to the bottle of whisky. Can I ask what brought
this on?”

I asked, as I helped her
back to her room. I was already determined that if she had said
that it was because I kissed her, I would apologize and let things
settle down before I attempted to go at it from another
direction.

“You sure can….you know
what brought this on Mr. McHale? I’m gonna tell you. “Drama, that’s
what brought this on. D-R-A-M-A!”

She was tripping over her
own feet as I walked her back to her room. I thought about just
picking her up and carrying her but I was hoping this would help
her sober up. I found out quickly, that the more she spoke, the
more she slurred, telling me that every minute that passed, she was
becoming more intoxicated.

“
I hate drama, but it
seems to continually hunt me down.”

I sat her down on the side
of the bed and stepped into the bathroom to grab a glass of water.
I came back in and my eyes must’ve popped out of my
head.

“
Never can I go a day with
some sort of shit happening to me.”

As she’s flipping
out…ranting over the drama that seems to follow her, she’s pulling
her blouse off quickly and replacing it with a tight t-shirt that
could’ve been worn in a wet t-shirt contest…minus the
wetness.

I could see the outlined
pattern of the delicate bra she wore underneath, how the shirt
clung to her hourglass midsection, showing off her unbelievable
curves. Her breasts were plump and perky as they were the last time
I had laid eyes on them, it was as if life and time had completely
passed her by.

She was slowly killing
me.

“
I thought if I got away,
it would calm down….nope, here it is.”

I saw her reach behind her
and undo her bra and I held my breath. There was no way I was going
to be taking another fucking shower tonight. I had to get out of
this room…and quick!

“Are you comfortable,
Elle?”

I asked as I went to turn
and leave the room, I couldn’t look at her underneath those covers
and imagine what was under them.

“No, but I’m ok, thank
you. Good night again, TJ.”

I would never get tired of
hearing her say my name. I had wished for it for so
long.

“Good night Elle, sleep
well.”

I headed to the door and
almost made it out when I heard Elle whisper as though she really
didn’t want me to hear her.

“
TJ?”

I stopped but didn’t turn
around, I couldn’t bear to look at what I wouldn’t be able to
touch.

“Yes, Elle?”

“Would you mind laying
with me?”

I felt the smile’s warmth
touch my face before the thought of smiling even entered my
mind.

“Not at all.”

I shut the door and headed
back over to the bed as I saw her move over to the other side of
it. I knew she was regretting her request, but I’ll be damned if I
didn’t take her up on it.

I did act as a gentleman
though, I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

“
Ummmm Elle, do you mind
if I lay in my boxers? I don’t want to offend you or anything, I
know you’re a married woman and I told you I wasn’t going to make a
move on you, so you don’t have to worry.”

“
That’s fine, I have my
sweats on. We’re adults here.”

She said that she didn’t
care, but I could hear the fear in her voice, she didn’t trust
herself.

I laid down facing her.
Our eyes locked but I could see the wariness in Elle’s. I didn’t
want her to feel guarded, I wanted her to be herself. So I decided
to change the subject.

“
Wanna tell me what
happened?”

“I made Rachel
cry.”

“Oh, I see.”

I wasn’t expecting that
answer. I thought all of this was brought on by the kiss earlier in
the evening. I had no clue on how Rachel got brought up into
it.

Moments went by again as
no words were spoken. Elle laid there with her hands underneath her
cheeks, looking at my face as I did hers. I would never in a
million years think that I would have had the chance again to lay
beside Elle in this manner. I was absorbing every minute of this as
was my heart.

I then began thinking
maybe she would elaborate on why Rachel was crying but she
didn’t…so I just asked.

“
Do you wanna tell me why
you made Rachel cry?”

“Because I told her I
wasn’t going to fuck you.”

Oh, fuck me, I wasn’t
expecting that answer. I had to laugh inside a bit. So, this was on
her mind as I could see in her eyes and her body language that she
was lying her ass off.

I wasn’t worried…it was
going to happen.

“Oh, I see”

Then from out of nowhere,
Elle brought her finger up and touched it to my nose. I closed my
eyes as a powerful surge jolted through my body. I was almost
overpowered by just that one touch.

“
I’ve missed you.” Elle
whispered as she kept her finger to my nose.

I opened my eyes and
automatically my hand came up to wrap around her neck as I used to
do seventeen years ago. It felt natural there…my hand was meant to
be there. I passed my thumb over the soft skin of her face. I
absorbed her into me through just my finger. I traced over the lips
that just earlier that evening felt like silk against my tongue as
I teased them to open for me. There was nothing I wanted more then
to press them against mine for one more moment.