The bar sure got loud as soon as I dialed. I glance around while I'm waiting for her to pick up the phone. I didn't want to make this call. She'll be upset, but not as upset as if I don't call her. I am drunk, too drunk to drive. I'd gone out to the pub to have a pint with a friend. Things haven't been right, but I don't know what's wrong. I'm madly in love with her, and the sex, incredible. This last week things have been off. We'd both been more affectionate, the sex had been more vigorous, but it was like we had become desperate to communicate our devotion, like we had something to prove. She'd known I'd get drunk, she is expecting the call, just maybe a little earlier. She'll have to call the neighbor to watch the kids. She'll give me that look. It is supposed to look stern, angry, but it's so incredibly adorable that it's all I can do to look appropriately contrite. She won't stay mad for long. I always get romantic and sweet when I'm drunk, she loves it. I just wish I knew why things feel off.
"Hi Baby, ready?" She is surprisingly cheerful, it's kinda worrisome.
"Yeah Honey. Are you sitting there looking pretty?"
"We are not having phone sex, I'll be there in just a minute. Just don't go anywhere."
"Okay Love. I can't wait until..." She hung up. I can't tell if she's mad and messing with me or if she's just busy. I guess I'll return to my seat to wait. Oh, that one's pretty, where'd she come from? Did she just wink at me? I wonder if Alex would mind me bringing her home. Oh this is a bad train of thought, maybe I should wait outside.
I wander out to my car and start singing, loudly. I hear a car approach and turn to see if it is Alex. Something hits me, hard, from behind. I feel my wrists being restrained. My vision is blurry enough with the drink but it's getting worse. I am being wrestled to the ground, my chest is constricted. I know no one is sitting on it, but I can't breathe. What is that? Who is attacking me? Why? Kick! Get free! Can't breathe! Move!
"Release him, now!" I know that voice! Relief floods through me. She's here. She's so calm! How can she be that calm?
"I said now! You failed to identify yourselves, you are using unnecessary force and there are at least two dozen witnesses. Release his hands, immediately." Oh, scary calm. I hate to hear her like this, but I'm so grateful for her presence, and ashamed. I should protect her. I just want to be able to breathe though. My hands are freed and two tiny hands press onto my shoulders from the front.
"It's okay now, Jim. Just breathe. I'm here." Oh how I love this woman! She isn't hugging me, or in my face. She knows I can't breathe. My vision clears slowly and I can breathe again. Three cops are standing there glaring. Something in my face must have changed because Alex releases my shoulders with a smile and turns to the cops. "You are no longer needed, thank you." The cop on the left is glaring at her. Unacceptable. I move to step around her, but she stops me. The cops step back and look...scared. Oh I know what expression her face wears, I've seen it only once and it wasn't aimed at me. Run boys, she's too much woman for you. They stare a bit longer, then retreat, and she turns to me. The fire is still in her eyes, but they are soft and full of love, like they always are when she looks at me.
"Come on, let's get home." She kisses my cheek and takes my hand, leading me to my car.
"Where's the van?"
"Oh, I left it at home. I took a taxi so I could drive your car." She giggles as she pulls a paper out of her pocket. "Another picture for you."
"Let me guess, a cat?" I open the paper to find another in a series of cats drawn by the youngest.
"He does love them." She starts the car a looks at me expectantly. I just smile pleasantly at her, not sure what I am supposed to say. "Seatbelt," she sighs. I buckle and she starts to drive.
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't, Love. I'm not upset with you, or mad at you for being drunk. I actually thought you looked awfully cute singing and wandering around while you were waiting for me. And I'm glad I got there in time to stop them." She reaches for my hand and smiles at me. There is something in her eyes, not playful, not sympathetic, not angry, something...different. She doesn't look troubled though, I'm still not thinking clearly. The adrenaline is still burning and I don't think I'll ever sleep again. I hope she's got some energy tonight, that sobered me up and I really want to take her, now. I want to lick her and oh god I want in that ass!
"Hey, Jim sweetie, we're home." She's touching my cheek. How long was I drooling over her? "Sweetie?" Oh right, movement.
"Who's watching the kids?"
"Your brother. His kids wanted to go camping, so we are alone tonight." She looks the way I feel, gleeful. Hell yeah!
"Alone?" I just want to be sure. She nods and I'm running, pulling her with me. I hope she shut the car off. I don't even see the house as I pull her through it, I want her. I want to be inside her. I ache, my penis, my testicles, even my chest aches to be touching her. I want, no need, to be taking her like she deserves to be taken, hard and fast then, once I've taken the edge off, slow and tenderly. I pin her to the wall of our bedroom, my lips on her neck. Oh yeah, listen to that moan. She loves this. I bet she could come just from getting a hickey.
