Pitbabe S2, Chapter 8 pg6

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 8 pg6

   I started pacing because the energy coursing through me wouldn’t let me stand still, but I had nowhere to escape to. So, I just circled the room, squeezing my temples, tugging at my hair—the only things I could do right now. I thought I’d calmed down, thought I was over this thing with Willy, but clearly, I wasn’t. I was still losing my mind over him, and that’s what I needed to face.

   “Goddamn it… darling.” Babe rushed over and grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop pacing. He tried to pull me into a hug again, but right now, I had no desire to hold him. “It was just that, nothing more. I didn’t mention it because it didn’t seem important.”

   I’m going insane.

   How long has it been… and we’re still fighting about this?

   “It was just him wiping my face with a cloth. Nothing interesting about it. Compared to what you can do… Willy’s nothing.” Babe tilted his head to meet my eyes, taking my hand and pressing it to his cheek, kissing my palm repeatedly. His hand guided mine across his face, down his neck, and over his chest. “See… this is what you get.”

   “Babe…”

   “Papa, you get so much more.” Babe leaned in closer, kissing my ear, blowing lightly to make me shiver, then licking along the edge of my ear. He guided my hand to explore his body without restraint. “No need to be jealous of anyone else. They’re the ones who should be jealous of you, Papa.”

   “Mmm…” I couldn’t deny that Babe’s touch felt good. His body pressed against mine, his lips and tongue trailing over my neck, the feel of his skin under my hand—it was perfect. His smooth, soft skin was as inviting as ever, his firm muscles tempting me to squeeze or maybe give them a playful smack.

   Amazing.

   This feels incredible.

   When a beautiful person came close and got affectionate, I easily melted into their touch. Whatever Babe made me do, I complied like a puppet on strings. Before I knew it, he pushed me down onto the bed. I lay sprawled on our large bed as Babe climbed on top, nuzzling my neck, kissing, biting, and licking. His hands slipped under my shirt, caressing my stomach with pleasure, before sliding lower to the edge of my jeans.

   Everything was going well until it hit me that this wasn’t right—not at all.

   “Hey!”

   Babe yelped in surprise as I suddenly grabbed him, flipped him onto his back on the bed, and jumped up to escape without warning.

   “What the hell’s wrong with you?” Babe looked furious that I’d interrupted his pleasure—which, honestly, was my pleasure too. But this wasn’t supposed to happen. I had to control myself to keep those desires from taking over and messing everything up (even though I’d already slipped a bit).

   “What are you doing, Babe?”

   “What do you want me to say? That I want to hook up?”

   “Yeah, exactly, but we can’t.” My voice was firm as Babe furrowed his brows so tightly they practically knotted. He probably wasn’t processing anything now except that I’d snatched his bliss away right in front of him. “We fight, have sex, and then it’s over? That’s not how it works.”

   “Okay, fine, it doesn’t have to end now. Just give it a try first…”

   “Babe.”

   “Ugh, Charlie!” Babe groaned. He looked closer to unhinged than ever, but that wasn’t reason enough for me to throw everything aside and hook up with him while we were still fighting. “Are you trying to kill me or what?”

   “You won’t die just because we don’t do it, Babe.”

   “You sure? I’m about to be the first corpse.”

   “Whatever, I’m not doing it.” I laid down the law. Babe’s face looked like the world was crumbling before him. From his dramatic whining, it seemed worse than when he thought I was dead. Which, fair enough—losing me might not kill him, but missing out on sex? That might just do Babe in.

   “Charlie…” Babe clung to my arm, batting his eyes and using his sweetest, most coaxing voice, even though he normally didn’t need to try this hard for me to give in. But given the situation, I had to stay firm. “Can you not overthink this?”

   “Nope.”

   “Just a little. Try it, and if you’re not into it, we’ll stop.”

   “Babe, no.” I stood my ground, no matter how adorable he looked. “I’m mad. Not doing it.”

   Babe glared at me, his lips pursing into a deeper frown, almost a rainbow curve. The hands that had clung to my arm like a baby monkey now flicked away dismissively. From his attitude, I’d definitely pissed him off.

   Here’s the deal with Charlie and Babe.

   Their arguments go back and forth endlessly.

   “Fine, I won’t do it then!” Babe snapped, glaring at me before stomping over to the wardrobe. He grabbed a bathrobe, slung it over his shoulder, and marched loudly to the bathroom door. He stopped, turned to look at me again, and said, “Oh, and that thing I prepared? It’s in the bathroom. But since you said you don’t want to do it, I’ll just enjoy myself alone. Might take a while before I come back out. If you hear any noises, don’t bother coming in!”

   SLAM!

   The angry guy ranted at length before slamming the bathroom door shut. The silence that followed made me realize this fight was utterly ridiculous. Sure, I was genuinely annoyed, but seeing Babe throw a tantrum like a kid who didn’t get his way? I couldn’t help but find it funny.

   Honestly, arguing like this isn’t so bad.

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