Perceptions part two.

For the next couple of days, Aya and Ju tiptoed around each other like cats locked in a dog pound. Aya didn’t want him to think she was being pushy or demanding while Ju wasn’t sure he could finish what he started, damn doubts, nor did he want to get her engine revved up again in case he had a problem. She didn’t bring up the subject because she didn’t want to damage his pride. He didn’t bring it up because his pride wouldn’t let him. So they waited for the other to make a move and as such nothing was happening.

Neither of them had been sleeping well so Ju was not surprised to wake up and find Aya not in bed. He looked at the clock. It was three in the morning. Where the hell was she? He’d had a very early session that morning and had gone to bed before she had gotten in from work. Her side of the bed didn’t look slept in. He got up and padded out to the living room. No Aya. He checked the rest of the flat, empty. Where the hell was his wife? He was ten breaths from a full blown panic attack thinking something had happened to her on the way home from work when he heard her pull up. He kept his anger in check though that miniscule piece of doubt was trying to grow into a kernel and was busy chittering in the background.

A few minutes later Aya practically fell into the door. She wasn’t completely sloshed but she had been drinking. She meeped when he stood up clearly startling her. Once she saw it was him she started giggling. His eyebrows shot up when he noticed that she wasn’t wearing her nurses uniform but a pair of very tight jeans, pant boots, and a slinky top. Her hair was in complete disarray.

That kernel of doubt got another size bigger. “Where have you been? I woke up in a complete panic thinking something had happened to you. And here you are clearly drunk and driving! You shouldn’t have been driving in your condition! What is wrong with you? I hardly know who you are these days. You treat me like I’ve got some disease and won’t do more then give me sisterly kisses, then you go out clubbing without me and looking like my favorite wet dream on steroids. What the hell is going on?” He was clearly pissed. That tends to happen when you find that your worry has been misplaced sometimes. Relief gives way to anger.

For her part Aya ignored Ju and walked slowly into the kitchen to fix herself some tea. She managed to only stumble once which set off another round of giggles. Ju stared after her with his mouth open. She’d just ignored him like he was a pesky fly or something. He followed after her and was about to start shouting when she turned on him.

She shook her finger at him like he was a small child. “First, I called you and left a message. Check your damn phone every now and then. Better yet keep the damn thing on since you seem so “worried” about me being out. Two, if you had checked your messages you would have known that we were celebrating Hana’s birthday at the club. I told them about you having to go to work in the wee hours and that you were probably bushed and gave her your love. Three, since I had someone to drive me there and back, I can drink as much or as little as I choose.” She looked him up and down with a slight sneer.

“You’ve got nerve talking about me treating you like a brother when you were the one that accused me of treating you like a piece of meat. Make up your mind dammit. If you don’t think you can handle it then see someone about it but don’t take it out on me. Do you think it’s easy for me to be around you and not know if I can touch you or not? Well do you? I didn’t think so. Either fuck me or leave me but don’t act like you’ve been wronged here. I’m the one not sleeping at night knowing you’re so close but if I touch you I’m being pushy or greedy or something!” She threw up her hands and turned to walk out of the kitchen.

Ju grabbed her arm and turned her around. “You seem to think you’re the only one that’s not sleeping well? I’m the one who doesn’t know if I can keep up with you. I’m the one that wants his wife’s warm body curled up against his but is afraid that one day you’ll want and I can’t give. Do you know how fucking scary that is to me? That you’ll get tired of me not being able to make love to you enough and force you to take a lover on the side? Then I see you dressed like this, drunk or close to it, hair a mess on your head. What do you want me to think?”

Aya yanked her arm away. “You’re an asshole you know that? For your information, my hair is a mess because it’s nice out and we had the windows down. Yoichi drove and was my escort for the night. You know you’ve really got some nerve even thinking I’d look at another man. I’m not even gonna bother explaining it to you. If you can’t figure it out then you’ve got a problem now don’t you?” She turned off the tea kettle and started out of the kitchen to mad to want the tea any longer.

Ju followed after her, his thoughts in turmoil. It did dawn on him that he was being stupid. She’d had total faith in him when the whole groupie thing was going down and his mistrust of her was way off base. Deep down he knew this but his anger had him under it’s control and he just couldn’t let it go. When he got in the room she had already peeled out of her jeans. He slammed the door behind him, walked up to her and pushed her up against the wall as he kissed her with all his passion and his anger. She’d scared him and that more then anything was fueling this.

Aya started to protest but alcohol tended to increase her libido and it took over. His forcefulness called to something deep in her and not having any sex for a week didn’t help. She bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he ground his groin against her. He was already hard and the feel of him made her hot and wet. He pulled her panties to the side and put two fingers into her causing her to gasp. He worked them in and out as he used his other hand to free himself from his boxers. Taking both hands he ripped her panties, lifted one leg up and thrust into her without much ceremony.

Aya called him a jerk for ripping one of her favorite pairs of underwear and it seemed to fuel Ju to even harder thrusts. He set a brutal pace, thrust, thrust, thrust, grind, thrust, thrust talking to her the whole time.

“This belongs to me and only me. If it takes every ounce of strength I have I’ll give it to please you, love you, fuck you. Don’t you dare think otherwise you crazy, sexy woman. Oh damn Aya baby. You feel so fucking good.”

Aya took all of this in and all of him in. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol, his forcefulness, their lack of sex all week but she was having small orgasms to the point her juices were running down her thighs. Her shoulders hurt from where he had her pinned to the wall but she didn’t care. When she felt a big one coming on she grabbed handfuls of his hair and yanked him down to swallow the scream she felt when she came. Her whole body convulsed then tightened around Ju who came along with her. He had to place his hands on the wall to keep from falling down.

Aya was leaning against him on wobbly legs, sucking in deep breaths of air. Angry sex was good but tiring. It had been a very long time since that had happened and while the sex was wild and amazing, the hurt feelings were usually enough to not want them to do it too often. She looked up when she heard him say he was sorry. She gave him a weak smile. “Maybe we should learn to talk about these things like we do everything else baby.”

Ju nodded and swallowed. “I really was scared something had happened to you but I promise from now on to leave my phone on. Can we go to bed now? It’s the butt crack of the morning.” Aya nodded and the two did a quick clean up then got into bed. Ju wasn’t all that sleepy but Aya curled up against him, a pleasant warmth that he’d missed, and went right to sleep. Ju lay there for a while longer thinking that she had looked really hot when she came in and there would be a lot of men who would love to bed her. That thought gave him no comfort. That little kernel was still there and working on getting bigger.

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~ by jujuken on May 16, 2014.

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