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It Takes Two> chapter 1

I opened my eyes slowly and moved a little, trying to shake off the memories of the disturbing dream

I just had. I laid like that for a few minutes, trying to wake up properly and accustom my eyes to the morning sunlight, streaming in through little gaps between the curtains. Still, the room was rather dark and I guessed it was early morning. I turned my head and peered over Mark’s back at the clock on the night table.

It read 6 a.m. and I moaned slightly, laying again on my side of the bed. It was far too early to get up just yet, but somehow I couldn’t fall asleep again.

Maybe the awful memories of my dream kept me awake... Yeah, that was probably it. I had to take a deep breath each time I remembered what happened in it. It was far too realistic and I hated it.

I started staring at Mark’s naked back. Watching his soft skin, slightly tanned made me smile a little. It made me think of our recent holidays in Rio de Janeiro with Bryan and Joy. We had so much fun, all four of us. But then again...

A second later my grin turned bitter and I felt tears forming under my eyelids. I blinked them back immediately.

I was getting far too emotional lately.

Mark moved uneasily and turned in his sleep, laying on his back. His chest was uncovered, as the sheets slipped a little, now covering only his intimate parts.

The expression on his face- calm, with no worries mirrored in his features- made me realise the fact I was so much afraid of even better. He wasn’t aware at all of what was happening.

Or, he didn’t care.

He stirred a little more and slowly opened his eyes. It took him a few seconds to awake properly and when he did that, he turned his head to me and gave me a lazy smile.

I didn’t smile back but he hasn’t noticed. Of course. He was too busy rubbing his eyes and yawning.

- Morning.- he finally looked at me and smiled a little wider.

- Morning.- I returned the smile and cursed this smile of his at the same time in my thoughts.

I knew what he was up to.

Just as I thought he moved closer to me. His body was pressed against mine tightly, I felt his every muscle on my bare skin. He smiled at me widely once again, looking deeply into my eyes and started kissing me.

At first his kisses were lazy and slow, but eventually they turned more intense and deep.

I don’t think he noticed that I barely kissed him back, or that I haven’t moved an inch since he begun his actions.

But I wasn’t surprised. All that mattered for the last few months was his pleasure and his well-being.

I laid there, letting his hands caress my naked back and slowly moving their way lower until he grabbed my butt and pulled my lower parts even closer to his. I could feel his manhood growing harder.

Funny how he was able to get excited without my participation.

Eventually he noticed my passivity and opened his eyes. No concern there. Just surprise. And not-so-well-hidden anger.

- What’s the matter with you? - he hissed into my face as I watched his eyes welling up with irritation.

- Nothing.- I turned my head away so he wouldn’t notice my tears, burning my eyes too strongly to stop them. I sat on the bed, my back turned to him, biting my lips not to burst into tears.

I heard him moaning with despair and throwing his body back on the bed.

Silence fell between us for a few minutes. When he eventually spoke, his voice was still filled with anger but he tried to control it.

- What is it? Am I not good enough for you? Is that it?

I laughed a little despite the situation.

- No, it’s not that, Mark.

- So, what is it?! Your time of the month or what?!- he sat on the bed too, throwing his hands in the air with every word he was saying. I turned my head and watched him, slowly realizing that my dream wasn’t only realistic. It was actually coming true right now, right before my eyes.

I let my tears run freely, I couldn’t stop them anymore. A few minutes ago I was still hoping it was only me imagining things and blowing things out of proportion, but his behavior proved me wrong just now. I never saw him so angry before... No, wait. Actually I did. Yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. Four, five, six days ago. Two weeks ago, before a month... it was happening everyday for the last three months. I didn’t have anymore strength left in me to face our continuous fights.

- Why the hell are you crying?!- his loud yell made me almost jump on the bed, realizing we were in the middle of yet another fight.

- Please calm down.- I whispered, hoping this would bring him back to his senses. Surprisingly, he didn’t yell at me this time.

I couldn’t believe it when after a few minutes’ silence, when the only audible sound was my sobbing and when I was desperately trying to figure out what he was up to, I felt his arms tightening around my waist and I felt his chin on my naked shoulder. He planted a single, warm kiss on my neck and peered at me. I smiled a little and he smiled as well. The fight was over.

- I’m sorry baby. - he whispered into my ear, wiping away my tears with his thumb, and another kiss followed his words. - Can you tell me now what’s wrong?

I sighed deeply. I was afraid of that question for a long time. I didn’t know how he would react to my fears about our relationship. How should I tell him that I felt as if it was slowly falling into pieces? Would he understand it now if he never seemed to be aware of the fact?

- Mark... - I started, desperate to get it out of me at last.- There’s something wrong with us...

He stopped caressing my breasts and looked at me.

- There’s nothing wrong with us.- he said firmly, stressing the word ‘nothing’.

- You see?- I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. - We can’t even agree on this one. We can’t agree on anything lately. Can’t you see that?

I looked at him, hoping that something would click in his mind and that he would finally understand my concern.

- No, I can’t. You’re exaggerating, Louise. Everything’s okay and we’re doing as good as always.

So he was sure of that. Not a single sign of a doubt. Everything was okay.

I stood up and picked up my dressing gown from the floor, putting it on.

I then turned to him and made my last attempt at making him finally face the truth.

- When was the last time we actually talked, Mark?- I was talking slowly, stressing every word I was saying.

He let out a little laugh, shaking his head with disbelief.

- I can’t believe you can’t remember that. Yesterday evening.- he gave me a triumphal smile and I saw a sparkle in his eyes. He was treating this like a game and he obviously wanted to win this round.

- Yesterday evening we were having sex, Mark. We didn’t exchange a single word yesterday. Or the day before.

- We talked after we had sex. And before that.- he continued as if he wasn’t aware of how stupid things he was saying.

I shook my head. I couldn’t believe his stupidity and careless attitude.

- We talked Mark? „You wanna watch TV or are we going to get on to more pleasant things?”- I mocked his yesterday’s words and he lost his grin immediately. - „Hope it was as good for you as it was for me” ...and with that he went to sleep.- I was making fun of him completely aware of the fact that he’ll burst out with anger any minute, but I didn’t care. He had to realize what was happening.

Still, I was a little surprised when he got up immediately and started searching for his clothes scattered across the floor. He put on his jeans, grabbed his shirt and looked at me angrily.

- I don’t know why I’m listening to you anyway.- he stated and walked out of the room, cursing under his breath. Seconds later I heard him picking up his keys and banging the front door.

With that moment, I felt hopeless. Something had to be done and I already knew what it was going to be.

I sighed deeply, opened the closet and pulled out my suitcase.

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