Chapter 7.2
“Oh god!”
“MINE.”
His snarl was music to my ears. Even better when he slid deep, until I was stuffed full on every devastating inch of him, and he started moving.
“I’ll kill you if this is some kind of trick. I swear to god, bumble brain, I’m not going down for y- you- Ah! Ah-god-yes-don’t-you-dare-fucking-stop!”
“Mine,”
he kept muttering as his hips pistoned, legs already trembling, looking like he was two seconds in and already ready to explode.
I knew when he came, groaning my name as he jerked and shuddered in my arms and warmth flooded my channel, yet he kept going. He may live, I decided as I rocketed towards completion and he led the way.
My exultant cry was swallowed up by the snarling man beast threatening to fuck me senseless.
Just when I thought I couldn’t come any harder, his rhythm slowed. He didn’t stop. He fucked me leisurely, like he had all the time in the world.
“My Jojo,”
he crooned, purring all the while.
I was addicted. This was proof. Even after all the shit he’d pulled, here we were, yet again.
“I love you, too,”
I told him, swallowing thickly as my chaotic thoughts conjured that cursed eyeball leakage.
Noting the sniffles in my voice, Rek pulled back. One look at my face and he crooned to me softly, gently wiping the tears threatening to spill out away.
“Why my Jojo-knee has the weepies?”
he murmured sweetly.
My heart ached to hear him talking like that.
Feeling like a blubbering mess, I told him through the tears coming on, “Nothing’s going to change.”
My head shook as my chest hitched.
When he frowned in confusion, I elaborated as we, for lack of a better word or phrase, disengaged, “You're just going to keep being your jackass self, pissing me off, demanding I be some paragon of perfectness that doesn’t exist and does whatever you say, withholding everything you know I want until I do, and I’m going to slowly go crazy trying not to throttle you!”
“No cry. No cry,”
he said quickly, when the soft blubbering commenced.
I was close to my period, feeling more than a bit idiotic after two fake woo me, please rejections, still reeling from the realization that Rek and I were never going to make it as is, and about a million other things.
This was it. The end of us. It had to be or I’d just keep getting sucked in.
“We didn’t even use protection,”
I quietly wailed, painfully aware we could be walked in on by some rando at any moment. “And my shit is already cold!”
All that Yeti love juice he’d been pumping into me started to leak down my leg, gathering inside my snow pants.
Looking a little wide-eyed and wild at my admission, he hugged me to him, nearly squeezing my next breath out of me. He cupped his hand over the hole in the crotch of my pants, like that would just make everything all better.
“You’re never going to accept me and we’re never going to make a baby,”
I went on, snotting and weeping all over his shoulder as my arms wrapped around him and I held him to me so tight he grunted as my nails dug deep.
“Nevers with the nevers,”
the idiot I was clinging to muttered into my shoulder as he bent his tall frame to cuddle me to him. “Jojo-knee smells ready make babies…”
the moron that just didn’t know when to stop talking rambled on.
“I- What?!”
I screeched, jerking back to shove him away from me. “What do you mean- Rek?!! What the fuck?!”
“Rek say Jojo-knee smells ready make babies,”
he said slowly. I could see the moment he realized his admission was the wrong thing to say.
“And you just blew your wad, like that? No, hey, wanna make babies, baby? Nothing? Just stick it in and fill ‘er up?!!”
My hand lifted and I snapped my fingers in his face. “Are you insane?! You hid all my fucking tea!”
Gaping at him, I could not believe him.
Clearing his throat, trying not to look sheepish, he offered, “Jojo-knee not say she wants make babies?”
“Not with you being an overbearing dumb ass!”
I shouted at him. “My god- You- That’s- Irresponsible- I can’t- We just- ARRGGGH!”
Grabbing up all of my shit, withdrawing my dust of shame, going for full coverage, I pinched off a handful, cupped it in my hand, and blew it at Rek as he scrambled to undo what he’d just done.
“Consider this our official break up. I’m dumping you!”
I snarled.
Rek shouted, coughed, slapping one hand over his eyes as the other fanned at his face.
Shaking my head at him, gritting my teeth past my still sore hip and even achier ass thanks to a bit of against the tree fun, I headed straight home, gift delivery be damned.
Rek called after me and ended up with a basket of greens chucked at him for his efforts.
That sorry son of a- Did the subterfuge never end?!
“Don’t follow me!”
I warned him.
“How Rek follow?! Rek not see!!”
he hollered after me.
“I hope you get pink eye!”
“Rek hopes Jojo gets pink in the eyes!”
he bellowed back belligerently. “Jojoknee bad- BAD female!”
Taking the back way, nervous all the while about not only bumping into someone of the village but some beastie from the forest just beyond, on my way back to my hut I came across a lone Lo denaii hand fishing in a stream. I wasn’t sure but I thought he might be the one I’d bumped into earlier. He got one look at me, blinked, jerked his head in my direction, about to gawk, when I snapped, “Take a picture, it lasts longer!”
There. That’d shut him up!
Once inside my hut, I got one look at myself and smacked my hand over my face. Hell, I looked a fright. No wonder nosy newt had been staring! I was Hagatha in the flesh!
When I normally would have washed up, changed, and called it a day, hiding away in bed until I felt reasonably human again, I did in fact wash up, change, and douse myself with a good deal of the dust of shame, but then went around gathering anything and everything that reminded me of Rek.
Reaching under my bed, I felt around for my mangled suitcase, still stuck in the hole, blocking the tunnelway below, and started shoving said items into the hole Rek had punched into it, then down below it when it proved too full.
His pelt remained, the only thing I kept from him. I couldn’t part with it.
I still had two other pelts that I just couldn’t seem to part with either. Fuck and Run’s pelt and Mr. Mysterious.
Damn, I sounded as crazy as I felt.
For not the first time, and certainly not to be the last, I wondered what the hell I was doing. With myself, my life, basically in freaking general. Everything felt so upside down.
I couldn’t do this anymore— didn’t want to.
Something had to change and that something was gonna have to be me.
My gaze kept darting towards the suitcase under my bed.
It all had to start, or stop, with me.
Motivated by this need for change, I popped my last two pain relievers as I worked out a game plan to get my life on track, lamenting the loss of my last two pain pills so close to Aunt Judy— the less painfully obvious period nickname I’d chosen for the read death, if only to myself, at times to amuse myself, because I was well aware of just how weird that sounded. I have my quirks, okay, but don’t we fucking all?
Swearing to myself I was going to say it and mean it this time, stick to my guns with Rek, I’d secured my pelts in the hiding spot Rek had yet to find, was all set to hunt down a few needed, must have items, when I got two steps towards my door to leave and couldn’t do so without wanting to cry. God damn hip!
Ouch, damn it.
Ugh, I’m broken.
I’ll stick to my guns tomorrow, when everything hurt less and I could hopefully walk.
Hobbling towards my bed to flop down onto it with a groan, I stared at my ceiling, debating the meaning of life, whether I was the thing overcomplicating my life, or my life was just that fucking complicated.
I fell asleep like that, one leg dangling off the edge of my bed, and then woke up sore as fuck there as much as the rest of me come first light.
If Rek had tried to wriggle his arse past that suitcase or dislodge it from where it was jammed in tight, I’d been so exhausted I hadn’t heard a peep. There’d been no smacking on my door from him, demanding entry, either.
Daisy stopped by, expecting to do a bit of gardening with me. One look at me, assuming I was sick and not depressed or devastated, I’d gotten off easy and she’d offered to restock Rosa on all the herbs I’d lost in my basket. I’d left out my bum hip and sore ass. Let her assume I’ve caught the ick— it would buy me a few more days to sit in my thoughts unaccosted.
Deciding hiding out was a much better plan than facing anything right now, I was going on three days all to my lonesome, not a peep from a single soul, not even Rek, before a being came-a-knockin’.
A part of me was a little hurt it had taken so long for anyone to note my absence and come check on me— I’m a needy bitch, I’ll admit this right now —but the other half of me was annoyed anyone’d had the gall to come bugging me when I was supposedly down with the ick at all.
I was born into the wrong weirdness. Coulda totally been a troll, rocked it protecting my bridge, just give me access to clean water, food, and plenty to read, I’d have been in heaven.
The sudden pounding of someone rapping, tippity flippin’ tapping, bare hand slapping on my chamber door, had me jumping, squawking as I started. Scowling, willing my racing heart to chill, I glanced up from where I was laying on my side reading, icing my hip with snow doubly wrapped in waxed cloth, trying to take my mind off of the pain, at the knock at the door.
“If it’s who I think it is, go away! If it’s not, what the hell do you want?!”
I called out. “I’m sick, haven’t you heard?!”
Letting out a few fake coughs, I hoped that would be the end of it.
See? Troll. Where’s my effing bridge?
The knocking continued, no one answering.
With a growl, I stood. Damn it. Make me get up… Just when I was reading the good part… My tailbone had decided to join in on the not feeling so good fun. There was a huge swath of my thigh covered in black, blue, purple, and the beginnings of yellows, from what I’d dared to peek at. Bum-bum hadn’t meant to, I didn’t think, but that fool had fucked me up.
I felt like a broken old woman wincing my way over to shout at the blasted asshole interrupting my solitude. I just wanted to sulk and regret my very bad life decisions, okay?!
Throwing the door open, I scowled, then blinked to find Gopher standing there, bent and examining something on the ground.
“What in the world are you doing?”
I blink-blinked a bit more stupidly, staring down at his bent form.
Picking up whatever he was looking at, he held it up, gave it a sniff, then scowled. “No smell like anyone’s,”
he noted with a questioning look as he held out a small glass jar with a little yellow flower on it that matched my nails.
“You mean you weren’t just knocking on my door?”
My eyebrows shot up when he sniffed the jar a few more times and shook his head. Eyeing him frowning at that jar, I asked, “Do you know what that stuff is?”
“For boo-boos, as Jo says,”
he informed me with a shrug. “Maybes from Rothy and males?”
“Really?”
But I didn’t tell any of them I was injured… Taking the jar from him, I gave it a sniff, grimacing at the medicinal, herbal smell. “Is it strong?”
“Smell strong.”
His head bobbed in a nod. I didn’t know how to take him acting as if nothing had happened, everything leading up to him leaving. For the moment, I tried not to think too hard on it. He’s been evasive ever since he got back, like he’s avoiding me or uncomfortable being around me now. Guilt hit me anew, but maybe this was for the best.
Yet again, I felt like this was all my fault, like I was ruining yet another being’s life, but what's new?
“Is it safe for human use? I mean, do you think it’s safe if I were to use it?”
I couldn’t contain the hope in my voice as I leaned towards him expectantly.
His brows tugged low, lips dragging down along with. “Yes,”
he said after a lengthy pause.
“Thank god!”
Jerking the jar to my chest, leaving him standing there staring after me, I disappeared inside my hut, slipping behind the bed sheet I’d put for a screen a few months ago with a bit of can do attitude and a little help from Booger.
“What Jo thanks gods for?”
The confusion in Gopher’s voice was adorable. The pain radiating up my hip and backside, not so much.
“I don’t know how to say this any plainer, Gogo boots, but, uh, heh, I basically, erm, broke my butt. I needed me some miracle goop right about now.”
Instead of something like a gasp or choked sound, a WHAT?! from across that thin barrier, or perhaps scurrying off and shutting the door behind him, please and thank you, something to that effect, I got a nosy Lo denaii slamming my door shut to whip that curtain back so fast somebody got more than an eyeful of the mess that is my bruised ass and hip.
Hind end hanging out, panties jerked down enough my bum was out on display without jerking them all the way down, yeah, he got the whole show.
This had been meant to be a simple, private thing, two minutes, max, not a freakish peep show!
“Jo!”
Gopher burst out, as I screeched, struggling to yank my panties up, but those stretched out comfy cotton grannies had decided to roll up on me, making this shit that much harder.
“What the fuck?! Get out?! What are you doing! Go- Go be weird or acting like I have cooties, whatever you’ve been up to that doesn’t involve me, somewhere else!”
I hollered, then slapped at his hand gripping that curtain.
“Jo! Butt’s splotchies!”
he burst out.
“It’s got whats now?”
Shit. Was I having an allergic reaction to the cream? All the fight in me left me at his blurted words. I was going to have nightmares about that bug-eyed, horrified stare, I just knew it.
Trying to have myself a peek, I already knew how it felt, I’d seen enough of every other side of it but directly behind. Was my trunk really as bad as it felt? Were there welts now on top of it?
“Damn, I really did break my butt,”
I mumble-muttered at the huge patches of dark marks and already blue looking skin surrounding it. Broke my butt, indeed. I was glad it wasn’t worse but damn. No welts or issues on that front, I was relieved to note, but still.
Before it clicked what he was on about, Gopher had a glop of paste in his hand and was bent, leaning over me, rubbing it into one of my exposed, generous bum cheeks.
A soft eep left me. I jerked forward, grabbing onto his shoulders for support. This just put my panty covered crotch that much damned closer to his face. “Jayzus! Avoid me, jump at me, goop my butt up, what next?! I-”
A yelp left me and I froze, unsure how to proceed.
One whiff of the wares I wasn’t sellin’ and a deep, vibrate into me from stem to sternum rumble that bordered on a growl and had me shivering in all the right places left him.
“Jo,”
he softly huffed and puffed. Both hands got in on rubbing that numbing ointment quickly taking effect in, long fingers massaging a butt cheek each.
My god, girl, don’t fart. Not the most eloquent thing to think at a time like this, but when he’s playing wax on, wax off, deep rubbing those globes, the thought does cross my mind.
His face burying in my snatch as a vicious growl left him snapped me right out of that silliness, a garbled noise leaving me as he boldly mouthed my sex through the thin barrier separating him from his prize, claws gently digging into my bruised up flesh holding me in place.
“I wouldn’t… do that if I were- Oh- Go-o-oh- You- We- Can’t! I- My tea has gone missing! And- And- And- I could get pregnant!”
I finally burst out, wriggling in his hold, much as I may or may not really like it.
My hips jerked back, but with his hands full of my ass, he just jerked me right back to him, right where he was mouthing my sensitive clit in a way that made me want to jerk his head closer to me.
Holy fuck.
“We- I- I can’t,”
I stuttered out, yet gripped his head and whimpered when he tongued my clit through my underwear. I was just getting out of one lopsided relationship, no need to jump right into another one. “I’m on the brink of Aunt Judy!”
I burst out.
At the weird look he gave me, curious, questioning, I blushed ten shades of red.
“Seriously, we can’t-”
I tried to tell him, a fissure of fear slithering through me that he might scent Rek on me and then, well, where the hell would we all be?
Like I’d thought it and it must come to fruition, Goph paused, grunted, pulled back with a frown, got one look at my face, however the hell it was looking, and I’d swear he had some sort of ah-hah moment.
Purring sweetly, one of his hands left my ass and he wiped it along the back of my pants. Lovely, he’d left me a prezzie— leftover paste crusties to scrub out. Ugh— men!
“We can’t,”
I repeated, sounding much firmer, even though my sex was pulsing, knees knocking, and I’d love nothing more than to let him pleasure me with his mouth until I came like there was no tomorrow.
“I- Look, everything is complicated and I- I can’t do that to you,”
I admitted. “It- It wouldn’t be fair. I’m…”
Good god, how did I explain this? “I’m… You don’t want me. Not really. And there are, uhm, other things gumming up the works. It’s… super complicated. But, seriously, Go’, you don’t want me, not really. We can’t.”
Clearing my throat, determined to sound firm, I shook my head. “It would never work.”
Gopher nodded along, looking like he was absorbing everything, even if his hand kept up with the rubbing of my now tingling, semi numb ass and his free hand was rubbing the side of my thigh in a way that made me all tingly and ticklish and I should probably demand that he stop.
“Jo no like?”
he ventured, though the look on his face said he knew for a fact if I claimed that I’d be lying through my teeth.
“No, it’s not that- It’s- Uhm-”
For frick’s sake, stop touching me and maybe I could think!