Elunara sat on the couch, fiddling with her sketches. The slamming of the door had her jolting, and she shot a line across the page. She stared at Jordan, muttering, flailing his arms, and stomping back and forth. Deciding to fix the sketch later, she moved the board safely out of range.
She walked over to him. "Sugar, are you OK?"
He grabbed her by the arms, his fingers biting into her. "No! I'm not!" He crushed his mouth to hers. She blinked at him, but before she could get into it, he started ripping at her clothes. He tore her shirt off of her and shoved her pants off, before he backed her into the couch. He was still muttering and growling, and she was having difficulty understanding him.
He dropped her against the couch and climbed on top of her.
She winced at his harsh movements. "Jordan, I don't think..."
"The only ass I want is yours!" He growled, as he shoved himself into her ass. She yelped and grabbed at his arms. He slammed himself in and out a couple of times, before releasing and collapsing on top of her.
"Jordan, what the HELL is WRONG with you?" She shoved at him.
Jordan winced. "Oh, Gods, Baby. I'm SO sorry." He yanked his fingers through his hair.
"I know I told you I like it rough, but that was pathetic."
He sat up and scrubbed his hands over his face. "I can't believe I did that."
"Spill it, or I will rip your dick off and find me a new second husband." She crossed her arms.
A few minutes later, she smacked her face. "You're telling me that you let some no name, no rank, PEON get under your skin enough to turn into a raging beast?"
He hung his head. "Yes..."
"ARGH, Jordan, I swear to Elune, I should beat your ass."
He covered his head with his hands. "You'd be right to."
"You broke one of my most important and cherished rules over it, too."
"Always make sure she enjoys it?"
"No." She whacked him on the back of the head "Never do anything in haste or rage." She shook her head. "Even Bradly is better at that rule than you."
He scrubbed his hands over his face again. "I don't know what is WRONG with me, or why this gets to me so much."
"Jordan, from what you've told me, and what I know of you, you've always been one step behind everyone else."
He winced.
She held up a hand. "Hear me out." Brushing her fingers through his hair, she continued. "You're good, but you're not great. There's always someone out there who's one step ahead of you. Renwa is a good example. He's your friend because he wasn't a shit about it. Everyone else wanted to challenge you to a competition you couldn't win. You paired well together, and formed a nice little team. You have always been content to be the second in line. But, as everything would have it, you continue to stay just in that shadow. Even now, you're second husband. I bet that grates ever so often."
He leaned against her. "Well, you've summed it up." He grumbled.
"I think Renwa had it best..."
"What does HE have to say on the matter?" Jordan crossed his arms.
"You wear your emotions on your face. No matter how hard you try, you project entirely too much. It's probably the only thing really holding you back." At his open mouth, she shook her head. "I'm not going to be so crass as to tell you to bury your emotions, because quite frankly, I like that about you. You're easy to read, and easy to tease. Which brings us back to the original problem. What you need to learn; is how to divert your emotions to something else."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"When someone says something that pisses you off, think of something funny." She shrugged. "That's how I've been doing it for years. I assess the situation, devise the reactions I am expected to have, and then continue to think of something that holds me in the mindset. This really creepy, slimy piece of shit thinks I find him attractive... well, let's just change him around a bit, and "poof" my mind can find him attractive, because I no longer see him as... he is."
"That's pretty in theory..."
"Theory my ass, I do it all the time. It's how I hold the upper hand. Some pissant is riding your ass about Grogek; don't go for those mental images... go for the mental image of me in some provocative pose. Hell, I'll draw you up a picture and put it in your wallet." She grinned.
"I don't know." He raked his hands through his hair.
"Well, would you rather be the guy who gets pissed off and goes and rapes his wife over it?" She glared.
"I didn't..."
"What ELSE do you call that?"
He winced.
"The last asshole to take my ass dry was Lorros." She snorted angrily.
Jordan jerked back as if struck. "He..." He ran his hand over his mouth.
She sighed. "I'll have to give you a few lessons in what I mean by rough." She shifted uncomfortably.
"Gods, Baby, you're bleeding."
"Am I?" She stuck one leg in the air and shifted. "Well, I was. Happens sometimes when you don't lube properly. Luckily for me, I heal obscenely fast. She contorted her body and looked at her ass. "Yeah, healed already."
"Geez, you can twist in all sorts of strange ways. Any lower and you could lick yourself."
"Oh, I can."
He blinked.
With one hand, she slipped her fingers down and held herself open. Adjusting again, she ran her tongue from top to bottom. She grinned at him. "See?"
He winced. "Ow."
"Ow? Why ow?"
"Because I just popped a hard on so fast, I think I might have pulled something." He rubbed his dick.
She laughed.
"Why don't you... do that more often?"
