Rafe held the condom in his hand. It had been on the dresser, and he was not sure if Eliza had left it there because she wanted him to find it. Or because it looked like she had been sloppy as she had left their apartment. Things were in a disarray.
He knew that he had no right to be mad at her for being with someone without telling him. She had forgiven him with Sandrine, he had no right to be mad. While he had been busy falling in love with Margaux…
He was falling in love with Margaux, and it was so fresh he thought of the ways that he had probably been sloppy with that around Eliza. Maybe she felt like she wanted to get his attention. But he loved her always, he was going to marry her, but maybe he had taken her for granted. That was the tricky thing about being in an open relationship.
It made him open to everything.
Eliza’s key in the door brought him back to the moment. He was still held the condom, when she walked into the room. She looked recently fucked, no matter how much she had perfumed and made up her beautiful face.
“You are fucking Oscar again,” he said, without any finesse—he was even startled how he lacked finesse when he addressed her.
“Yes,” she raised her hand to her face, and he felt insulted by the flash of her engagement ring. She walked into the room and put down her purse, and pivoted out.
Rafe jumped up behind her, and she turned to look at him.
“You waltz in here and tell me you are fucking this bastard again, and waltz out like it is nothing Eliza? I am your fiancé, I am going to be your husband—treat me with some respect! Leaving condoms lying about? Really?”
Eliza stared at him, and the look on her face was one that he did not recognize. She just looked at him, and that made him so mad. He could not believe how mad he was at her, at Oscar.
“If I am fucking someone else, you are going to know Rafe. The same way I know that you are fucking Margaux.”
“You’re fucking Oscar to spite me? That is really grown-up of you!”
Eliza walked past him and back into the room, where she grabbed her purse. Rafe placed himself at the door, so she could not walk past him.
“Are you going to block me? That is so grown-up Rafe!”
“Do you want to end this? Walking out while I am talking to you?”
“You are shouting at me!” Eliza screamed at him.
“I am not shouting at you…” Rafe said, leaning into her. How was it possible that he was so mad at her, but he had to touch her? Eliza recognized his purpose right away, and continued to study him. “I am sorry…”
He feared that Eliza would swoon, the way she looked at him. He held her and felt the static from the carpet, and the static from his desire.
Rafe felt a particular satisfaction, when he rode Eliza on their bed. Unlike Oscar, he did not use a condom with her. The naked feeling of her drove him half out of his mind, and the way she moved under him let him know that she was equally as mindless. There was something mindlessly pleasing to him about having her now, after Oscar had had her.
But she was his now, she was his when he came inside her. He could not help but let his fingers touch the place where they were joined, so he could feel his come there.
Between her legs.
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It seems like it’s always going to be an explosive situation between the two of them. Almost like they can’t live with each other, but not without each other either 😉
Rebel xox
it does seem that way, doesn’t it? this scene wrote itself honestly…
You know how fine art takes what is common then elevates it to show its essential form? Your writing does that. When I read this I saw dancers on a stage with only their bodies to tell their story.
There is a such a strong emotional element to this piece, the anger, the confusion, the tension is all so strong you can almost taste it. Great writing
Mollyxxx
thank you so much Molly–it wrote itself!!!