Everything I've Known | By : SolusNemo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > MEST Views: 1108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Three: Reptile
Devils speak of the way in which she’ll manifest
Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
Need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness
I now know the depths I reach are limitless.
It was a hazy blur of sweat and flesh if you were to look back on it. The comforter was now draped over the foot board of the bed, only a thin white sheet barely covering the two bodies. Matt was lying on his back, his head turned to the left to make it easier for him to watch Abigail sleep. He was tracing the tattoo on her back over and over again with his eyes. Despite her “good girl” appearance Abigail had barbed wire breaking through the skin at the small of her back, cutting in and out as it wrapped up and around her spine. Her hair covered most of the upper part of the tattoo, but Matt knew it traveled all the way to the base of her skull. He had no idea why he was interested in the ink so, maybe he was trying to memorize her before she left, but he’d been studying it for hours.
Abigail, on the other hand, was fast asleep. She had only woken up once, an hour ago, when she felt Matt’s thumb making circles around her hip bone; gingerly as if he was afraid of shattering Abigail’s skin. She had no idea why she had come back to this hotel room and slept with Matt, at the time any worry left her brain the second his lips were against her’s.
Two hours later the phone rang, sending Matt out of his trance and Abigail from her dreams. He reached a long arm out to grab the phone, taking the receiver off its cradle and bringing it to his ear. “Hello?” He said, far past the point of being drenched with a groggy feeling.
“Hello, Mr.Lovato. This is the wake-up call that you requested. It is currently Friday, July 17th at 8:01AM.” The woman at the front desk hung up the phone, continuing down the list of people who wanted a wake-up call at this hour in the day.
Matt replaced the phone back in its home. He bit his lip and sat up, resting his back on the head board. “Are you awake?” He felt stupid for asking that; for he never had before in any of his other one night stands; but he needed something to say.
Abigail groaned and switched laying positions. She rolled onto her stomach and slid forward so that when she propped herself up on her elbows, there would be no view of her from the collar bones down. She always did that that after she had sex, didn’t matter with whom. Brennan would have fits about it, but you can’t make someone grow self-esteem. “I am now.” She looked up at Matt, completely void of any other words.
“What time do you have to be home?” Great. And now we’re back in high school.
She looked past Matt at the alarm clock on the second night stand. “I have all the time in the world.”
“But what about...”
“Brennan? He would’ve left an hour ago for work.”
Matt nodded, more to himself than to her. After a pause he said, “Would you want to go down to the restaurant for breakfast, or maybe just go out and have some more fun?”
She smiled softly. “Isn’t it customary to have the date before the sex?”
Blushing, Matt looked down at his lap and raised and lowered one shoulder. “I like to mix things up a little.”
Abigail chuckled. “I’m not much for restaurants, but we could go to McDonald’s for an Egg McMuffin.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“I’m going to take a shower, is that all right?” She asked, getting out of bed and picking up her clothes as she headed into the bathroom.
Matt climbed out of the bed, picking up a clean pair of boxers from the open suitcase on the floor and putting them on. “Just don’t use up all the shampoo and soap!” He got dressed in two minutes and waited for Abigail to finish up for another five. Out of sheer boredom he checked the weather on the television, but soon shut off the device and walked to the closed bathroom door. He knocked hesitantly and fumbled with his words, opening the door a few inches. “C—can I come in? I, uh, need to shave.”
Abigail shut off the water and rung out her hair, her knees slightly quaking. “If you hand me a towel.”
He walked into the room breathing in the stuffy air, and took two towels. One he stuck in the gap between the wall closest to the sink and the shower curtain, which Abigail took and wrapped around her. The other towel Matt used to wipe off the mirror. He tried not to look as Abigail stepped out of the tub/shower, but he found himself staring at her reflection anyway.
She noticed him staring and smirked nervously. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
Matt turned around to look her in the eyes, “We... Is this just going to be a one time thing, or...” His question trailed off.
“It doesn’t have to be.” Abigail’s stomach twisted into a knot, her eyes raising to meet his. “I mean, we can write this off and pretend like it didn’t happen. If you want to, that is.”
“How about we exchange numbers, see where that takes us? I’m here for another two days, so...” He was hoping she’d say yes. He didn’t understand what was happening, but this was going in the opposite direction that any of his other one night stands went. He wanted to see her again, needed to.
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“I got Thai, you’re favorite.” Brennan announced as he set a paper bag on the kitchen counter. He had just gotten home from work and, knowing that Abigail didn’t like to cook on days she went into the studio in the very early morning, got some take out for dinner.
Abigail reached up and got two plates out of a cabinet. “Cold pizza’s my favorite, actually.”
He took no notice in what she said. Instead Brennan opened the bag and pulled out the white containers, setting them next to the silverware basket. “How was your day? I suppose you got something finished, seeing as how I didn’t see or talk to you at all today.”
“You could say that,” She responded, “I actually had a wonderful day. How was yours?”
Brennan poured out the food onto the plates as Abigail set them down. “The new intern messed up the numbers, but apart from that it was business as usual... Where were you earlier? I tried calling, but you didn’t answer.”
“That depends on when you called. I was in the studio until nine, then out with a friend until three. I came home around 3:30pm and took a nap.”
“I called when I was on the train. You must’ve not heard it while you were working.”
She picked up the two plates and carried them over to the dining table. “Most likely. I thought I heard a cell phone when I was checking over the welds, but I have still to check my voice mail.” Abigail was always good a lying, but she was never one to constantly do so. She might not have checked her voice mail, but Matt had called her an hour after she got home and they had talked until Abigail heard Brennan in the hallway outside the front door.
Abigail was trying to sort all of this out in her mind. She had no idea how this was going to work or how long this was going to go on before Brennan found out. At first she thought of this as a type of revenge: she would sleep with Matt enough times to cancel her and Brennan’s unfaithfulness out... but that idea left her mind the second Matt had agreed to go to an arcade after breakfast. She found Matt almost the complete opposite of Brennan; Matt didn’t care about what other people thought of him nor did he mind sitting down and talking for hours. He seemed to actually want to get to know Abigail and he seemed to remember what she told him. Unlike Brennan, Matt was a breath of fresh air from everything she was used to. She found herself thinking that the world had melted around Matt and her when they were together, and she was feeling something she had never felt before.
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