Post by Anna on May 9, 2008 18:15:19 GMT -6
”Honey…we need to talk…”[/color]
I looked into his eyes thoughtfully as I sat on the arm of the leather couch. I sighed, crossing my arms at my chest, my feet on the cushion of the sofa. I nervously bit the inside of my cheek, hoping the conversation would go well. He looked up from his television show, seemingly uninterested in what I had to say.[/color]
”What?”[/color]
I was slightly shocked as he answered civilly. I slid down onto the sofa, folding my legs in front of my. My hands fell into my lap, folded together, as I smiled at him. I looked at him sincerely for a moment, before scooting towards him, and stroking his cheek with the back of my hand softly and lovingly. My fingers brushed against his 5 o’clock shadow, and I giggled, knowing how much I’d enjoyed kissing him and feeling that against my cheek. But there was no time for that right now, I was too busy trying to make peace between myself and my husband.[/color]
”Rob…I know we’ve been fighting quite a bit. My temper has flared up quite a few times, forcing me to storm out. Your temper has gotten the best of you, forcing you to be quite upset with me. I understand that you don’t want to adopt. I understand that I do. I understand you think we’re not ready for a family. I won’t press it any longer.”[/color]
I watched as his finger pressed the power button on the remote, and he looked at me, shocked. I bit my lip nervously, thinking he was going to find something to flip out about. I felt my nails digging into my palms, and I unclenched my fists. His bright smile spread across his face.[/color]
”Are you sure you’re not just delusional right now? You never give up a fight this easily.”[/color]
”I just want the fighting to stop. I want to be like we were. The happy newly wed couple. The couple who stayed up late, gazing into each other’s eyes. I miss having the husband who would tackle me down and tickle me until I screamed and kicked, trying to get away. I miss being the wife who settled into your arms every night and dozed off, knowing you’d stay up for hours after I fell asleep, just watching me.”[/color]
I felt something cool running down my cheek, and before I could lift my finger to wipe the small, stray tear from my eye, his finger caught it, removing it from my cheek. I smiled at him, happy the conversation was going well. He pulled me close to him, placing me next to him, my arm pressed to his side. His arm wrapped up around my shoulder, and I smiled at him. His arms dragged me lightly onto his lap, and I rested my head on his shoulder.[/color]
”Baby, I hate it when you start fights with me. You know I’d do anything for you. Stop wasting that anger on me.”[/color]
”I know honey. I will. I’m saying it all for Amy this week, and DiPiero if it’s needed.”[/color]
I felt him silently laugh, and his roughly textured cheek brushed against my face, I knew he was shaking his head lightly. I giggled, and wrapped my arms around his broad body, sighing contently. This was partial happiness, my full enthusiasm would come after I beat Amy this week, just as I had last week, along with Sadie.[/color]
”You know, I can’t help but wonder. How exactly is the marionette going to function without her puppeteer? I mean, Amy controls Sadie’s actions, her mood, her movements, everything. She’ll be nothing but a limp piece of wood when Amy’s knocked off her ass. God knows Sadie will have a heart attack.
And Amy, well, Amy’s just Amy. She won’t be of any use to anyone once the match is over. Though, it won’t matter. She doesn’t do much of anything but lay on her back and gasp. It won’t hurt her career much. I mean, all a hooker does need is her voice and her legs to open. It doesn’t require much functioning.”[/color]
I felt him silently chuckle again, and I looked up at him. He was trying to control his laughing, but couldn’t. I put my hand over his mouth lightly, and then kissed him lightly. His lips curved into a smile under mine, and I wrapped my arms up around his neck.[/color]
”Hold up. I’m not done yet.
And the way Amy dresses, I hope she remembers to put more then just her underwear on for her match. She looked like a cheap hooker last week. Though, I doubt she charges more then fifty-bucks. She’s just an easy fuck. She’s got no other talents but opening her mouth and swallowing like a good girl. It’s pretty sad she thinks she could possibly make it through another match with me. I don’t care if her little doll is the ref. There’s no way she can win.
She’ll be too busy making sure her clothing stays on. Of course, if it doesn’t, it suits me just fine. Either way, I’ll beat her.
And Sadie won’t be able to really do anything but stand there and count. Even when she tries to save Amy’s ass, she’ll be too confused. I think all of that bleach on her hair soaked into her scalp. She seems like she can’t think for herself all that much. So Amy has to make decisions for her. Poor girl.”[/color]
Rob looked as if he was about to break into chuckles at my vindictive little rant. I glared at him for a moment, and placed my hand over his mouth, holding it there. I took my other index finger, and placed it to my lips, making a “shh” sound. I was definitely not done speaking. I had an uncharacteristic amount of degrading things to say about the two women, and I had a goal to make sure they knew each one of them.
But, he shook my hand off of his mouth, and wrapped his strong arms around me. He planted a soft kiss on my lips, before speaking.[/color]
”Now, now babe. Settle down. No need to let the claws out yet, wait until you’re in the ring.”[/color]
I wrinkled my nose, and glared at him, definitely not approving of his suggestion. A little, pissy sounding sigh escaped my lips, and I stuck my tongue out at him for a moment. He rolled his eyes, knowing his request was helpless.[/color]
”Don’t worry, my claws will come out there, too. But Rob, honestly, look at Amy! She looks like a hoe. I swear, I was driving by a sleazy street corner the other night and I swore I saw her standing there, her miniskirt showing her ass and her tits almost popping out of her bra, bending over the side of some guy’s car, trying to get in his pants.
As a matter of a fact, didn’t a girl like that try to pick you up the other night?”[/color]
”Uh, yeah…”[/color]
I shook my head and giggled at him almost not recalling it. My arms wrapped up around his neck, pulling me closer to him, my body pressing against his. Though I was busy making fun of my opponents, I still yearned to be close to him, to feel his body against mine in a safe and snug way.[/color]
”Anyway, she’s a whore. Nothing more. She doesn’t belong in the ring. At best, she belongs in some indy fed’s locker room, giving head to the worst talent there. She needs to learn where she belongs.”[/color]
He placed a hand over my mouth, quieting me down from my rant, and looked at me, his face serious. I frowned slightly, pouting, then sighed, giving him an “alright, I’ll stop” expression. He smiled and nodded.[/color]
”Babe, enough. You made your point.”[/color]
”Bu-“[/color]
Without warning, he picked me up, smiling at me and shaking his head. He pulled me close, making sure my legs were locked around him as he carried me out of the living room. I knew the smirk on his face to the tee, and I knew where he was heading with this.[/color]
”Alright, I’m going to stop this talk if it takes me all night…”[/color]
I giggled at him as his fingers brushed my sides with a feather light touch, tickling me, his other hand on the small of my back as he carried me up the stairs, with the scene fading.[/color]
I looked into his eyes thoughtfully as I sat on the arm of the leather couch. I sighed, crossing my arms at my chest, my feet on the cushion of the sofa. I nervously bit the inside of my cheek, hoping the conversation would go well. He looked up from his television show, seemingly uninterested in what I had to say.[/color]
”What?”[/color]
I was slightly shocked as he answered civilly. I slid down onto the sofa, folding my legs in front of my. My hands fell into my lap, folded together, as I smiled at him. I looked at him sincerely for a moment, before scooting towards him, and stroking his cheek with the back of my hand softly and lovingly. My fingers brushed against his 5 o’clock shadow, and I giggled, knowing how much I’d enjoyed kissing him and feeling that against my cheek. But there was no time for that right now, I was too busy trying to make peace between myself and my husband.[/color]
”Rob…I know we’ve been fighting quite a bit. My temper has flared up quite a few times, forcing me to storm out. Your temper has gotten the best of you, forcing you to be quite upset with me. I understand that you don’t want to adopt. I understand that I do. I understand you think we’re not ready for a family. I won’t press it any longer.”[/color]
I watched as his finger pressed the power button on the remote, and he looked at me, shocked. I bit my lip nervously, thinking he was going to find something to flip out about. I felt my nails digging into my palms, and I unclenched my fists. His bright smile spread across his face.[/color]
”Are you sure you’re not just delusional right now? You never give up a fight this easily.”[/color]
”I just want the fighting to stop. I want to be like we were. The happy newly wed couple. The couple who stayed up late, gazing into each other’s eyes. I miss having the husband who would tackle me down and tickle me until I screamed and kicked, trying to get away. I miss being the wife who settled into your arms every night and dozed off, knowing you’d stay up for hours after I fell asleep, just watching me.”[/color]
I felt something cool running down my cheek, and before I could lift my finger to wipe the small, stray tear from my eye, his finger caught it, removing it from my cheek. I smiled at him, happy the conversation was going well. He pulled me close to him, placing me next to him, my arm pressed to his side. His arm wrapped up around my shoulder, and I smiled at him. His arms dragged me lightly onto his lap, and I rested my head on his shoulder.[/color]
”Baby, I hate it when you start fights with me. You know I’d do anything for you. Stop wasting that anger on me.”[/color]
”I know honey. I will. I’m saying it all for Amy this week, and DiPiero if it’s needed.”[/color]
I felt him silently laugh, and his roughly textured cheek brushed against my face, I knew he was shaking his head lightly. I giggled, and wrapped my arms around his broad body, sighing contently. This was partial happiness, my full enthusiasm would come after I beat Amy this week, just as I had last week, along with Sadie.[/color]
”You know, I can’t help but wonder. How exactly is the marionette going to function without her puppeteer? I mean, Amy controls Sadie’s actions, her mood, her movements, everything. She’ll be nothing but a limp piece of wood when Amy’s knocked off her ass. God knows Sadie will have a heart attack.
And Amy, well, Amy’s just Amy. She won’t be of any use to anyone once the match is over. Though, it won’t matter. She doesn’t do much of anything but lay on her back and gasp. It won’t hurt her career much. I mean, all a hooker does need is her voice and her legs to open. It doesn’t require much functioning.”[/color]
I felt him silently chuckle again, and I looked up at him. He was trying to control his laughing, but couldn’t. I put my hand over his mouth lightly, and then kissed him lightly. His lips curved into a smile under mine, and I wrapped my arms up around his neck.[/color]
”Hold up. I’m not done yet.
And the way Amy dresses, I hope she remembers to put more then just her underwear on for her match. She looked like a cheap hooker last week. Though, I doubt she charges more then fifty-bucks. She’s just an easy fuck. She’s got no other talents but opening her mouth and swallowing like a good girl. It’s pretty sad she thinks she could possibly make it through another match with me. I don’t care if her little doll is the ref. There’s no way she can win.
She’ll be too busy making sure her clothing stays on. Of course, if it doesn’t, it suits me just fine. Either way, I’ll beat her.
And Sadie won’t be able to really do anything but stand there and count. Even when she tries to save Amy’s ass, she’ll be too confused. I think all of that bleach on her hair soaked into her scalp. She seems like she can’t think for herself all that much. So Amy has to make decisions for her. Poor girl.”[/color]
Rob looked as if he was about to break into chuckles at my vindictive little rant. I glared at him for a moment, and placed my hand over his mouth, holding it there. I took my other index finger, and placed it to my lips, making a “shh” sound. I was definitely not done speaking. I had an uncharacteristic amount of degrading things to say about the two women, and I had a goal to make sure they knew each one of them.
But, he shook my hand off of his mouth, and wrapped his strong arms around me. He planted a soft kiss on my lips, before speaking.[/color]
”Now, now babe. Settle down. No need to let the claws out yet, wait until you’re in the ring.”[/color]
I wrinkled my nose, and glared at him, definitely not approving of his suggestion. A little, pissy sounding sigh escaped my lips, and I stuck my tongue out at him for a moment. He rolled his eyes, knowing his request was helpless.[/color]
”Don’t worry, my claws will come out there, too. But Rob, honestly, look at Amy! She looks like a hoe. I swear, I was driving by a sleazy street corner the other night and I swore I saw her standing there, her miniskirt showing her ass and her tits almost popping out of her bra, bending over the side of some guy’s car, trying to get in his pants.
As a matter of a fact, didn’t a girl like that try to pick you up the other night?”[/color]
”Uh, yeah…”[/color]
I shook my head and giggled at him almost not recalling it. My arms wrapped up around his neck, pulling me closer to him, my body pressing against his. Though I was busy making fun of my opponents, I still yearned to be close to him, to feel his body against mine in a safe and snug way.[/color]
”Anyway, she’s a whore. Nothing more. She doesn’t belong in the ring. At best, she belongs in some indy fed’s locker room, giving head to the worst talent there. She needs to learn where she belongs.”[/color]
He placed a hand over my mouth, quieting me down from my rant, and looked at me, his face serious. I frowned slightly, pouting, then sighed, giving him an “alright, I’ll stop” expression. He smiled and nodded.[/color]
”Babe, enough. You made your point.”[/color]
”Bu-“[/color]
Without warning, he picked me up, smiling at me and shaking his head. He pulled me close, making sure my legs were locked around him as he carried me out of the living room. I knew the smirk on his face to the tee, and I knew where he was heading with this.[/color]
”Alright, I’m going to stop this talk if it takes me all night…”[/color]
I giggled at him as his fingers brushed my sides with a feather light touch, tickling me, his other hand on the small of my back as he carried me up the stairs, with the scene fading.[/color]
