"Sienna," Brandon whispered to her, as she felt the covers slide away from her body, causing her to feel an instant chill.
His voice startled her. What the hell was he doing in her room? She had to be dreaming.
"Brandon, what ar--" she tried to ask, as her eyes adjusted to the dark and his figure hovering above her. But before she could finish her question, he placed his index finger to her lips, to quiet her.
"Sshh," he said softly, as he slowly ran his eyes up and down her almost naked, shivering body. Sienna immediately felt self-conscious. His eyes were devouring her and she was only wearing a torn, too small little league shirt and a pair of blue cotton panties. The shirt just barely covered the small swell of her stomach.
She bit her lip and watched as Brandon hooked his fingers into the straps of her panties and gradually slid them down and off her legs.
Sienna couldn't believe this was happening. It had been almost a month and a half since she had seen Brandon. Not since Michael's birthday party, and now here he was in her bedroom, about to make love to her, and damn if she could stop him. A part of her wanted this so bad. She knew her father was just right down the hall, but Brandon was giving her THAT look. Yes, she knew she wasn't going to stop him. She had so many questions running through her mind, but her brain was quickly turning into mush as his warm hands caressed her skin.
He reached up and removed her shirt. His hands instantly latched onto her breasts and began massaging them. Sienna closed her eyes and gritted her teeth against the moan in the back of her throat. Damn, she had missed this.
Finally, he pulled off his shirt, pants and underwear...and Sienna couldn't help but marvel at that perfect, hard body as he climbed on top of her. He was beautiful.
"I love you," he said, as he fluidly pushed himself within her body. Sienna threw her head back against her pillow. God, she had missed this sooooo much. Her body only responded to him. Not like she had anything to really judge it by, but she couldn't imagine anyone else making her feel this way. Filling her up so completely, where she lost all her fucking senses. No! This wasn't supposed to be happening. They were no longer together and they still had so much baggage between them that hadn't been discussed. What the hell was she doing?
She tried several times to get him to stop...at least in her mind, anyway. Her body was pulling him in further and further, while her mouth was murmuring, "I love you, I need you." She felt so lost and helpless. But this was the happiest she had been in months.
And just like that, he was gone. Sienna let out a small scream and jumped from the bed. 'What the fuck?' she thought. Her panties were soaking wet and she was sweating. She looked around the room, and everything was in place.
Damn him for always invading her fucking dreams!! She had to get up in less than an hour for school, and she felt like she had just run a marathon.
"Shit," she muttered, as she made her way to the bathroom to shower. The sun was already peeking through, so she thought she might as well get up and just be early for class.
***********************
"What's up, bitch?" Darren asked, as he made his way inside Brandon's house and gave him a 'my boy' handshake.
"I got your bitch for you," Brandon grinned, with his eyes barely open. What the fuck had Tasha done to Darren? Usually Darren slept as late as he did during the week, but now he was showing up at his house all early and in a cheerful mood. No, this was not his boy, Darren.
"You're up early. I guess domestication agrees with you," Brandon yawned.
"You should try it sometime," Darren replied.
"Yeah, I did. See how well that worked out," Brandon muttered, as he turned his back and made his way to the bathroom.
"Damn, BT, you look like you had a rough night," Darren yelled, observing Brandon's disheveled hair and puffy eyes.
"Well, I finished the baby's room. It only took me until 5:30 in the Goddamn morning, but it's done."
Darren started making his way to the back room—soon to be baby room. When he entered, he was completely blown away. The walls were a light, creamy yellow with pictures of Disney princesses scattered across them. There was a nice, sturdy crib, baby toys and a colorful book case with baby books. The changing table was carefully placed in the corner, and little girl trinkets were set up throughout the room. The rug on the floor was a giant butterfly, whose wings had flecks of yellow that matched the walls. The room really did look like it belonged in a catalogue for Ikea.
"You did all of this last night?" Darren asked, truly impressed.
Brandon leaned against the door frame, "Yeah, what do you think? Does it look okay?"
"Does it look okay? Man, this looks great. Seriously, Sienna will be happy when she sees this."
"I still don't know what all goes in a baby room, but I did some research about some things that they will need. And although the baby can't read, they said you're supposed to read to them and stuff, so that's why I added the book case," Brandon said nervously, wondering if he had gone overboard.
Darren turned to him. "So this one is the keeper, huh?"
"Absolutely. My body can't take any more. I been through all kinds of shit with the SEALs, and I swear, this is one of the hardest fucking things I've done," Brandon admitted.
"Well, it's also probably emotional for you too, so that probably takes a lot out of you."
Brandon thought about that for a moment. "Yeah, you're probably right."
The two made their way back down to the front of the house. Darren started raiding the refrigerator, while Brandon plopped down on the couch and rested his hand over his eyes. He just wanted to go back to sleep.
"So," Darren started, while he crunched on some chips and dip left over from the food they bought last Sunday for the football games. "When are you and Sienna going to have the 'talk'?"
"Whenever she wants," Brandon answered, not bothering to remove his hand.
"So, you're not going to go over there, kick the door in, throw her over your shoulder and pull her back into your cave," Darren chuckled, while he stuffed another chip in his mouth.
"Trust me, I've been tempted."
Darren laughed. "Come on man, you're coming to Tasha's with me so you can get a decent meal. She's doing a brunch today and that girl can cook!"
Brandon wanted to decline the invitation, but he really was hungry and another breakfast or dinner from a cardboard box didn't sound too appetizing. Plus, it had been a while since he'd actually left his house.
"Alright," he answered. "Gotta take a shower and change. Be done in 20 minutes."
"Cool. I'm hungry as hell," Darren said, as he sat down on the couch and stuffed another chip in his mouth.
***************************
When Darren and Brandon finally arrived at Tasha's place, they both noticed Sienna's car in the driveway. "Fuck," Brandon muttered. He had wanted to see her so badly, but he didn't want to surprise her like this. The last time he had seen her, at Michael's party, he felt like he had upset her. He didn't want to do that again.
"You know what, just take me back. She made it clear she doesn't want to be around me, and I don't want to piss her off or stress her out," Brandon said, while his eyes searched around the premises for her.
"Fuck that, you don't have to go anywhere. You two need to work this out anyway," Darren argued, as he turned off the ignition and got out.
Brandon sat there for a moment. 'Fuck,' was all he could think. Sienna had been giving him more frequent updates, but still, things weren't so good with them. She still barely had more than a few words to say to him. In the few bits and pieces that he received over the phone, he couldn't tell if she was sad or angry. But at least she was healthy, and so was his baby girl.
