Their lovemaking was slow and gentle. Rose sank slowly to the bed as the orgasms played over her. Rafe held her as she curled up next to him. As she started to relax, he reached over and touched her and brought her to orgasm again until a smile played over her face. Then they curled up and went to sleep.
Rose woke up the next morning to find that Rafe had turned off the alarm, tucked the covers around her to let her sleep. She appreciated the extra sleep and quiet time. This week had been rough emotionally. She'd spent more time crying than she had in years. Four years to be exact.
After all this time, she thought that her defenses were strong enough. That she could cope with walking into the library. Wrong. Her ex was an ass, and could push her buttons faster than she could blink. He'd pulled one of his old tricks. Waited for her to walk past and then hollered at her because she had
forgotten
to say goodbye. He had corrected her like she was a three year old who'd broken a rule. Didn't matter that she'd already said her goodbyes. He had to pull a trick that he knew would upset her.
Rose had done fine the rest of the evening. As they were heading to bed, Rafe got a phone call. Instead of falling asleep, Rose lay there thinking. Then she started worrying. Money was a big one as she was out of work at the moment. Depending on others for the roof over her head or the food on the table brought up bad memories of life with the ex. He'd made her feel guilty for asking for anything. Heaven help her if she made noises about getting a job. On top of that, he yelled and bitched at her for not spending money wisely. It was his expenditures that blew the budget, not her shopping. Not that it mattered. No matter what she did, it was always her fault.
By the time that Rafe came to bed, Rose was awake, but way too quiet. He crawled in and snuggled in close. She was ice cold. "Rose, what's wrong?" he asked.
"I just can't get warm," she said quietly.
"I can tell that. Why"
"I... I just can't."
Rafe moved so that he had more of his body in contact with Rose and held her close. "Okay, so you're cold. What else is bothering you?"
"Noth..." she started to say, when Rafe hugged her tighter to let her know he didn't believe her. "I'm worried about money, and," she trailed off again.
"Rose, money isn't the big problem is it?" he asked softly.
"No, it's just... dammit, I'm so tired of him being able to push my buttons even after all this time."
"Sweetie, he had lots of years of practice. You've only had four years away from him. It will take awhile," he said softly. Rose moved in his arms. He thought for a moment that she had nodded in agreement. A moment later, she was sobbing quietly in his arms. "Rose, it's okay. Sweetie, relax," he said hoping that she could stop. Otherwise, she'd cry herself out and right into a headache. All Rafe could do is hold her. Rafe took a deep breath and tried to relax. This would take a little time.
*
Rose's ex was a piece of work. He had a good public face, and was the kind of person everyone liked. However, at home he was a mentally abusive controlling ass with a temper. He'd never hit Rose, but the kind of bruises he left didn't show. Rose was a strong, intelligent woman. Great cook, intellectual, and one hell of an organizer. However, she did her best when Rafe had first met her, to disappear into the background. Curvy, flirty and those eyes. Yet she wore clothes that hid her shape. She might as well have been wearing a table cloth.
Moving had been necessary. Rafe's ex-wife, another piece of work, literally drove him out of the state. He'd moved out this way on the recommendation of a co-worker. Rafe went looking for a house to rent.
He had been looking at a house two doors down and was walking back to the hotel when he saw a woman trying to haul water up a staircase. He'd offered to help and the first two times she'd said no. He took a look at the stairs and the water and just took the five gallon jug from her. After he set it down in the kitchen, they started to talk. Well, started to talk once she stopped apologizing for the state of the place, why she was hauling water and about ten other things. Her family had owned the house and previous renters had torn it up. Rafe waited and when she finally stopped for a moment, he introduced himself.
"Hi, Let's start over. My name is Rafe," he said holding out his hand.
She wiped her muddy hands on her baggy jeans and took his hand. "Hi, I'm Rose Davis," she said and looked up to his face for the first time.
Rafe looked into her eyes and felt like someone had just taken his breath away. Deep blue rings around pale blue irises. He'd meant to just introduce himself and leave, but then his mouth opened up. "I'm looking for a place to live, and if we could cut a deal with construction work for part of the rent, I'd be glad to help you," he said.
Rose was floored. She never expected to rent the place, let alone get someone to help her with the work. "I,... um... there isn't any internal plumbing and I,... um... I live in the guest house out back," she finally said.
Twenty minutes later, Rafe understood that she had just left her husband and was doing her best to survive on part time work and whatever money her family could send her way. Living in the guest house was the best she could do while trying to fix up the main house. They made a deal and Rafe grabbed his stuff out of the hotel and was clearing out a corner of a bedroom to live in that night. The house itself wasn't in bad shape, it just had no heating or plumbing. Rose's guest house had a potbellied stove which kept her warm and she cooked soup and noodles on it. The rest of the house would need more work.
Rafe had found a part time job which left him free to work on computers and the house. The front of the house turned into his office and a computer repair shop. Rose continued to live in the guest house and worked wherever she could.
One afternoon, Rafe was up to his eyeballs in computers, drying paint and phone calls. Rose walked in and he could tell from the look on her face that something had happened. She walked straight through the office, didn't say a word and started to make a cup of tea.
Rafe came up behind her to ask if there was anything he could do. He never got a word said, because she turned at the sound of his steps and tried to exit the kitchen. There were tears silently streaming down her face. He wrapped his arms around her and she curled into his arms. Her head fit right under his chin. She stopped crying a few moments later and Rafe tilted her face up towards his.
"Okay, what happened?" he asked.
"My job finished, and when I went to cash my paycheck, I ran into my ex," she said.
"Okay, it was a temp job, so..."
"So he had to rub it in my face that maybe I should stop playing house and come back where I belong. All with that tone that said I was some kind of slut and irresponsible child all at the same time," she said as she pulled herself out of his arms and turned back to making tea.
Rafe thought about what she said for a moment because something didn't add up. "Rose, what is this about playing house and you being a slut?" he asked as it had finally dawned on him what didn't sound right.
"According to my ex, I am 'playing house' with you. So, therefore I am a slut or some sort of sexual deviant who can't keep her hands to herself," she said with disgust. She stirred the creamer into the tea and handed him a cup. She then sat down at the kitchen table.
Rafe sat down with his cup. "Um, Rose, you and I don't have a relationship."
"I KNOW that!" she said and put her cup down hard enough to slosh tea over the side.
"So, why should he care what you do with your life?" he asked.
