Sex won't solve
Well I thought he’s still not home. But when I walked in the kitchen. I hear silent curses and some noises.
Barefoot and a bit sleepy I entered the kitchen and saw Aciel’s back. I saw him putting back the lid of the pot where I cooked the stew. When he sensed my presence his head turned to me.
I look at him with blank eyes. His chest is red and showing because the first three buttons of his dress shirt are open. His eyes look guilty and weary.
He came into my direction with fast steps. He held my shoulders right away and I didn’t react to that. I smelled the strong scent of liquor from him. He’s drunk?
”I’m sorry,” his first words. “I’m sorry.” he hugged me
My eyes widened. He hugged me but more like he’s weighing on me. His tongue is also twirling that I almost can’t understand what he’s saying.
”I didn’t know… I ‘m sorry.” His voice is muffled because his lips are pressed into my neck.
I gulped.
”I had a few drinks. I didn’t know you were waiting for me.”
”D-did you ate dinner already?”
He sighed heavily. I felt his warm breath on my neck. “Yes.”
I don’t know why I felt so sad by that single word. I smiled with all strength in me. I tried to remove his hands. It’s not that hard because I feel like he’s really drunk and out of control.
”Alright. I’ll just fix those foods. So I can go to my room already.”
I was too hungry a while ago. But now I’ve lost my appetite for some reason.
His drunk eyes didn’t leave me. I started to fix the food I made, so that it can still be eaten tomorrow. He silently tails me as I hear curses from him. He keeps on grasping his hair as if he’s frustrated by something.
When I’m done with all of it. I faced him. I saw a hint of hope that he’s expecting me to talk to him but I already said I’m going to my room. “
”I’ll go and sleep now.”
His mouth parted. I saw his adams move. He nodded as an answer. I walked past him. I can’t help but to treat him coldly. I’m not mad but I don’t know why I’m feeling like this. I’m not supposed to be mad at him. He can do whatever he wants so I don’t know why I’m acting like this.
I felt him tailing me. We were both silent walking in the hallway. I arrived at the door of my room when he held my wrist. I did expect that actually.
”What?”
His eyes can’t even look me straight in the eye. He wants to say something but no words would come out. He’s really drunk. He’s fidgety and all that.
”Who are you with?” I asked. My voice is dripping with so much bitterness and coldness.
He looked at me attentively. Holding both of my hands while I face him.
”I’m with my friends. There’s some celebration and my battery is dead. I told Ros to message Sibal. Didn’t he tell you?”
”He did.”
His eyes flickered didn’t expecting that.
”Then why did you wait for me?” He uttered under his breath.
”Because you didn’t tell me to not wait for you.”
He shut his eyes tight. “Fuck,” His hold unto me tightened. “I’m sorry.”
I stare at him with no emotion. “Alright. I’ll rest now. You should too.”
I retrieved my hands from him and turned my back so I could open my door so I could get inside. But before I could even enter, he called my name and the next thing I knew he grabbed me by the hand and pressed his lips into mine.
I whimpered due to shock. The taste of his lips tasted sweet as it was just an entrance to his mouth that smelled a strong scent of liquor. His lips are harsh. I couldn’t cope up because of how hungry he’s acting.
I’m not even kissing him back. It’s just that my lips are naturally moving with his motion. He had never insisted on our kisses, and it’s been so long since we had this kind of situation. I didn’t know how to react. I wasn’t sure what I’m supposed to do.
His tongue seeks for an entrance. I didn’t want to part my lips because my mind is not on the right path.. I wasn’t so sure about everything and it’s all like a gasp.
”A-Ace, you’re drunk.” I said between our kisses.
It seems like he didn’t hear me at all. Those words of mind just gave him the chance to roam my empty mouth. Now, I had a clear taste of his mouth. A mixture of bitterness, mint and sweetness captured me. My knees are weakening because of how harsh he can be.
We were on the edge of the wall and door, barely wanting to go inside of my room or just wanting to stay outside. He pushed me against the wall, pinning me more and more. His hard chest pressed my peaks, eagerly not allowing me to escape even though I don’t have plans about escaping.
That ain’t enough for him. From my waist that he’s gripping hard, his hands went into my wrist and pinned it against the wall. He eyed me with his so much passion and desire. His lips are read because of how torrid his kiss was.
I gulped seeing him in such a way. I’ve never seen him act like this. So different from the Aciel that I know. It’s been what? Months that I’m with him. Nothing happened.
As if that stare became a warning. He attacked me with his kisses again and my mind celebrated. I was too engrossed with the way he handles me. I always insist every sexual situation but here he is, showing his horn. His true self?
”I’m sorry,” he uttered when his kisses crawled from my lips, onto my jaw and down to my neck.
I gasp feeling the roughness of his jaw, slightly tickling and stinging my skin. I bit my lip hard so that no harsh moans will escape. I don’t want to sound so desperate.
”I’m sorry. Forgive me.”
”A-ahh,~” That didn’t sound like I’m hurt at all, after he just nibbled my skin. My face flushed after realizing what I just did. I tried to get away so that I can half-heartedly insist that we should stop this.
But when my eyes caught a thing on his neck, my whole system just shut up. The fire that’s burning turned into ashes like a bucket of ice just dripped into it endlessly.
I saw a red mark on the side of his neck. He kept on kissing my shoulder blades, my hand unconsciously touched it. I even held his collar to see it well, only for me to find some scratches.
My mind shut down. I pushed him with all my might. And because he’s out of his mind, he’s easily shaken.
He looked at me with his confused drunk eyes. I gulped. Anger crawled into my head. Suddenly, his face looked so annoying to me that I wanted to slap him in the face.
That’s a fucking hickey! I’m not damned innocent. And scratches? Really? Friends who? Who is he banging while I’m waiting for him huh?
”Alia,” he reached for my hand.
”Don’t fucking touch me.” I said with gritted teeth.
He insisted again but I just slapped his hands. I wanted to bark the hell out of him. I want to shout at him but half of my mind is telling me the biggest question. ‘For what?’ For what I’m trying to be mad about? Why the hell am I mad at him? What is my right?
Maybe it’s the mixed emotion I’m feeling that tears automatically blurred my sight. I look at him with cold eyes, while he is still pleading.
”Sex won’t solve anything, right?” I spat with bitterness and got inside my room.
