So here's my situation; my girlfriend was on some sort of lunatic rage and had locked herself in the bathroom while her son is in the kitchen, crying his eyes out because he's alone and can sense the tension in the air and that something is seriously wrong with his mother.

What am I supposed to do? It would be so easy and painfully simple to just take a deep breath and walk out of the apartment, go down town to the local Whataburger, order a big fat greasy-ass hamburger and just get lost in all the grease and French fries I could eat.

But I wouldn't do that. Of course not. Mari needed me. Ben needed me. Alright. Time to man up a bit. I could feel traces of adrenaline coursing through my system now, and my temper was on a steady incline.

Sucking in a breath, I walked up to the bathroom door Mari had decided to use as her cave and knocked on the door three times. "Mari. Get yourself together," I ordered in a voice that I almost didn't recognize. Hardly ever did I speak while I was frustrated, and now that I did, I could hear a hint of roughness in my tone. I could only hope that I sounded forceful and demanding.

"Get the fuck away from me, Justin, or I swear to God-"Came the response. Her voice was worse than mine, laced with venom and quite threatening. Bullshit if I was going to let her talk to me that way.

"Shut up. You won't do anything to me, you and I both know that. You won't because you love me. Isn't that right?"

Silence.

"You know who else loves you?" I continued. I was leaned my weight against the door, which, for the moment, was as close to my girlfriend as I could be.

"Justin, you know I want to be alone right now. Go away!" she screeched in a high pitch.

"Ben loves you. And you ought to love him back. He's your son. You do care about your child, don't you?" I asked challengingly. Because if you don't love him, then I'm giving him to a home. A child doesn't need to be raised by a mother who forgot how to love him.

As she spoke again, Mari's voice dropped dangerously low, I could just barely make out the words she spoke through the wooden door. "And do you know who else's blood that brat has in him?" She went silent, waiting my answer. I could only imagine her on the other side of the door, pressed against it with narrowed eyes and fingers splayed across the painted wood, as if the door were the only thing keeping her alive.

I shivered at the thought and squeezed my eyes shut. The image of my father flashed into my mind along with several other snapshot memories of that god-awful day.

Krug's rugged face and dark hair.

His soulless eyes, with pupils darker than any shade, as he scanned over myself, Paige, and Mari.

Sadie's odd facial structure and seductive manner as we rode in the stolen vehicle.

Francis' malicious grin as he pressed himself against a hyperventilating Paige.

Krug's pissed off features as I refused to touch Mari.

Krug yet again as he pumped himself in and out of a screaming, struggling Mari.

Enough. I shook my head. "Yes. I know…" I answered Mari finally, through gritted teeth. "But that doesn't matter. He's long gone. Fucking dead. You'll never see that sorry son of a bitch again, and you know that. Mari, I know that it must be hard taking care of him, but he's still a child. A baby, and he needs his mother. Listen, can't you hear him?" I asked, silencing myself afterward to listen for the sorrowful sound of Ben's wailing.

Mari remained quiet for a moment, and I could only wonder what was going through her mind. Hopefully, it was regret about leaving her child alone in the kitchen, crying and afraid. After a bit longer, the door finally clicked and opened. She took a hesitant step out of the bathroom, and focused her gaze on me. Her eyes narrowed. "Move," she hissed. I obeyed, stepping back and giving her some room. She kept her sharp eyes on me as she walked past; as if she were afraid I was going to stab her in the back.

I kept still, unsure of where Mari had gone, or if I was allowed to move yet. So I waited. When Ben's cries hushed, I walked out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen to make sure she hadn't murdered the child in her fit of rage and hysteria.

Luckily, I found that the child was in Mari's embrace. She was patting his back and cooing softly to him. Her eyes no longer held that bitter disgust in them, and had actually gone quite soft. I let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching the mother and child. This was how she was supposed to act, holding her child and quieting his anguished cries. I couldn't help but smile just a bit at the sight.

The clock on the bedside table read 2:15AM in dark red numbers and letters, informing me that I had indeed fallen asleep sometime earlier. I just wondered what had awoken me. My question was answered when I felt movement on the bed. I cracked my eyes open again and caught the faint outline of Mari as she settled herself next to me. "Hey, Ma- Ah..!" I gasped as one of her hands found its way to my crotch, resulting in a jolt of surprised pleasure.

I could see Mari's white teeth as she grinned at me. Her hand moved around my area, and it suddenly became painfully obvious to me that I had fallen asleep in my jeans and collared shirt.

Mari moved again, this time placing herself above me, straddling me. She pushed her hands beneath my shirt and roamed my chest and abdomen.

"So just because I love you, you think I wouldn't ever actually do anything to you?" she asked, her voice hardly above a whisper.

"What?" I asked, having no clue as to what she was talking about. Foggy clouds of sleep still fogged my brain, and the only thing keeping me awake was her hands.

"Earlier. You said that you knew I wouldn't ever actually do anything to you because I loved you."

It occurred to me then, that she was talking about hours before, when she was still keeping herself locked up in the bathroom and threatening me.

"Oh yeah…that," I said groggily.

"Yeah. That. Well guess what, buddy, I got news for you." She lay herself on top of me, her chest against mine, and her mouth near my ear. "I think you were wrong," she whispered, then bit at my earlobe.

I turned my head to the side and mumbled some sort of unintelligible response. I could feel myself growing harder and it wouldn't take much to push me over the edge right now.

Mari leaned back and pulled me up so that I was in a sitting position, where she helped me get my shirt off. She had to move again so that she could get my jeans off. After that, Mari's hand once again found my crotch, and she moved it slowly, massaging.

I moaned softly lay back down, letting Mari do as she pleased for the moment.

It wasn't long before she had my boxers off, and was kissing and licking at my thighs. She trailed her finger down from my abdomen to my dick, but avoided touching it much, all the while keeping her tongue away, too.

"Mari," I moaned. "Please…"

She laughed. "Admit it. I can do things to you."

"Alright, alright. You can, you can. I should never have doubted that," I said almost desperately. "I really should-" I gasped again as she took my in her mouth. I bucked my hips instinctively, and I heard her make a gagging sound. I felt bad for nearly choking her, but at the same time I wanted it. I wanted her to regret putting me in her mouth.

"Ahh, Mariiii…" I groaned, close to climaxing. Just before I did, I sat up and dug my fingers into her hair, forcing her to stay on me as I came in her mouth. "Swallow it," I growled as she shut her eyes. I was certain she was going to gag again and spit it out, but to my surprise, she didn't. She obeyed me and swallowed, then looked away from me and coughed a bit.

I sighed heavily and flopped back down on the bed, spent. "Jesus, Mari…that was…"

"Incredible? Unbelievable? Wonderful?" she said, laughing quietly.

"Yeah," I replied simply.

"See, I can do things to you whenever I want," she said with a sly smirk.

"M-hm," I mumbled, still catching my breath from the intense orgasm.

She lay down next to me, and I put my arms around her, smiling. Things could have taken a turn for the worst today, but instead, we fought it out a bit, she cared for Ben as she should have, and we had as close as we've ever gotten to make-up sex.

Mari and I still hadn't actually had sex. She was too uncomfortable with it. We had tried twice, but both times she nearly went into a panic attack. So, this was about the best we could do, give each other pleasure without any penetration.

For now, I was happy enough with it. However long she wanted to wait, I would happily wait with her.

Well that took an interesting turn, didn't it? ;) This is such a scatter-brained story. XD Oh, well. At least I'm trying, right?

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