PART II: Freaky New Friends & Fetishes
Chapter 15 (TW):
Yawning wide, Sam rubbed at her eyes as she stood in front of single cup capsule coffee machine.
She waited impatiently for it to start gurgling, buzzing, make a bunch of other sounds, and then finally begin to deposit her desperately needed caffeine into the very large mug of hers. She smirked at the
Fuck You! Until I've Had My Coffee, That Is
written on it, the entire reason she had bought it in the first place.
Smiling a little, she also scooped the teabag out of Anna's mug, which was adorned simply with a big smiley face. It was so utterly typical of the brunette beauty, as she was pretty much the embodiment of beaming happy emoji.
Scooping in two sugars, she then went over to the fridge, pulling out the little carton of cream with a big "A ^__^" written on the side, making Sam smile. Dashing just a little into the tea, she let out a tiny little sigh, happy to do this little act of love. It was the least she could do, she thought to herself.
She stirred the tea until it was the color that she knew Anna liked. While putting the cream back in the fridge, the coffee machine sputtered out the last of her coffee, then beeped at her saying it was done. She lifted the lid, pulling the capsule out and tossing it in the bin for recycling and compost.
All these schools these days, doing their part for the environment,
Sam rolled her eyes with a smile, then shrugged.
Meh, if it can be recycled or composted, why not?
Carrying both mugs back to Anna's bedroom, she stopped in the doorway, the smile widening across her face looking at the still sleeping girl. Her hair was strewn everywhere, her arms were still spread off to the side as if Sam was still there to be hugged, and her adorable little snores still sounded out rhythmically. She shook her head with a chuckle, then put both mugs down on the desk before sitting on the edge of the bed and gently shaking the sleepy girl's shoulder.
"Muh?" Anna moaned, then slowly opened her eyes. After a couple of blinks, those beautiful emeralds found Sam. A loving smile appeared as she brought a hand up to sweep her hair out of her face. "Morning already? Feels like I barely closed m-my eyes."
"Mhmm," Sam nodded, then leaned over and kissed her gently, before reaching over to the little side table and picking up her glasses. "It's nearly 10. You were really out of it, sleepy head."
Anna stretched her arms over her head, wincing a moment later as a quiet
pop
came from her back.
"Fuck, that felt g-good," she muttered, then, rubbing at her eyes, sat up.
She accepted her glasses from Sam, slipping them on and then looking at her again. A bigger smile formed on her face as the violet hair, ice blue eyes, and beautiful smile of her girlfriend came into focus. She then sniffed the air as the punk stood, retrieving the mugs and handing the tea over to her, sitting on the edge of the bed again.
"You... are so g-g-good to me," she whispered, then took a cautious sip, eyes closing and a happy sigh coming from her. "P-perfect."
Sam took a sip of her coffee, then smiled at Anna.
"Feeling hungry at all?"
Anna shook her head no, then, careful not to spill any of her tea, shuffled over and leaned against Sam, resting her head on her shoulder from behind. They stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying being in each other's company, slurping and sipping away at their drinks.
Well, Sam wasn't so much enjoying the company as desperately trying to figure out how to talk about what happened yesterday. The way she had pushed Anna beyond the breaking point, the way she had forgotten her base duty of care and making sure that her lovely girl wasn't feeling overwhelmed or unsure or...
Fuck it, just say it you ditzy bitch!
"Anna, I..." Sam started, then sighed heavily. Turning slightly, she looked over her shoulder while taking a deep, steadying breath. "We... need to talk."
Seeing the look cross over Anna's face that spoke both to her wanting to talk, as well as not have to do so right now, she winced slightly in sympathy. She reached out and gently caressed the brunette's cheek, smiling softly.
"I love the fuck out of you, babe. I... don't want to have yesterday happen again. Can you... do you know what caused it?"
Anna sighed, her gaze fixed on a spot on the bed as she took a sip of tea. "I don't even k-know where to start, Sam. It's like everything j-j-just crashed down on me, all a-at once."
She took a deep breath herself, closing her eyes for a moment.
"First of all... it wasn't t-the shit or... well, accidentally p-p-puking all over you that caused it. It was a t-trigger I never knew I had," she spoke slowly, each word paced as she slowly opened her eyes to look at Sam. "I... don't w-want you to feel guilty, b-but it was your hand in my m-m-mouth that triggered me. I was... okay with getting sh-shit on my skin, of getting it smeared on my f-face... I was actually g-getting pretty turned on by that part. It was... the hand in my mouth m-made me feel... violated..."
As Sam's eyes widened and she looked about to apologize profusely, Anna put her finger on the purple-haired beauty's lips.
"I'm n-not accusing you of violating me," she continued, softly. "I did ask you to go to the absolute n-nastiest extreme, and I sh-should have been better p-prepared for what that might have meant. I've also have n-never h-h-had a hand all the way in my mouth before, so there was no way to know about the t-trigger."
Shuffling over, Anna swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sidled up against Sam's side. The punk's arm almost automatically came up and wrapped around her shoulders, hugging her tight.
"Part of the... illnesses I ha-have is that I suffer something called emotional dysregulation," she stated. "It's like t-taking any emotion and c-cranking it up to max volume, all the time. If I am happy, I am ecstatic. If I am s-s-sad, it's like the world is crashing down around me. If I'm angry..."
"So," Sam said carefully, "when I shoved my hand into your mouth..."
"I was angry, yes, as it wasn't s-s-something agreed on before we st-started the whole thing," Anna gave Sam apologetic eyes, "and when I p-puked around your hand... it h-h-hurt so much that it amplified that anger to f-fury, and then to sheer rage. I've... n-n-never had blinding rage before, until yesterday."
She took a sip of tea and hung her head.