“Quite possibly.” He hiccupped.
“Great. Come on. You can’t puke in here. Let’s go outside.” I dragged him up, and we stumbled out the front door. He fell to his knees in the front yard. He retched for what seemed like hours, while I sat on the front steps, watching the area with a Sig in my hand.
I heard the familiar snarling close by. My eyes darted around, looking for the source, but it was pitch black.
“Henry, hurry up!” I said in a loud whisper. “There’s one around. I can hear it!” He stood up, trying to balance himself, then staggered toward me. “Oh, god, you stink now.” He was still ten feet away, but I could smell the regurgitated wine/pretzel/peanut butter stench.
“Sorry,” he said, full of shame as he rushed toward me. I grabbed him and pulled him inside before we were a midnight snack. I slammed the front door closed, locking it. I dragged his ass down the hall and pushed him into our room, closing and locking the door behind us. He staggered to the bed and fell on it, passing out.
***
I woke up as the sun was rising. It was normal for me. As soon as the sun thought about rising --bam-- my eyelids would pop open, no matter how late I went to bed. I turned over, and Henry was wide awake, smiling at me.
“Hey, my black-haired beauty.” Could it be? Was he really not wasted for a change? And he smelled good. Even his hair was clean. I was so pleased that he cleaned himself up.
“Hey, lover. You sleep at all?” I snuggled up to him, discovering that he was naked. Big shocker.
“Maybe an hour or so. I don’t know exactly. I woke and cleaned up. Then I wanted to snuggle with you.” He reached out and started to play with my hair. He trailed his hands slowly down my spine, tickling me as he went. He chuckled as I squirmed a little. I didn’t find him very funny so a smacked him on the chest.
We lay there, silent for a while, staring at one another. Then I decided to ask, “Do you miss it?”
“Miss what?”
“Being more sober than drunk.”
He sighed. “Of course I do. I miss all the moments with you.” His voice was sad. I looked up at him. His eyes weren’t brilliant anymore. They were fading. “Most of my time is spent drunk or passed out. I’m already feeling the need come on. I hate it.”
“Then stop. I hate it, too.”
“I can’t. You don’t understand. I crave it, my body needs it, I feel sick without it.”
“But you’re sick with it.”
“I can’t explain it. I don’t want to argue about this again. I hate arguing with you. It makes my heart ache when we do because, more than likely, it’s my issues causing you such sadness.” He shook his head and covered his eyes. I ran the tips of my fingers down his chest. His body stiffened.
He pulled himself up and rested up against the headboard. My head ended up being in his lap. I rolled over so I could look up at him. He was gazing down at me with a deep sadness. I reached up and touched his bearded face.
“I love you so much, Henry. I just wish you would stop doing this to yourself.”
“I know. I will. I need some time and a place with stability first.”
“I feel like you’re making excuses.” My eyes filled with tears.
“Love, stop crying over me. Come up here.” He pulled me up, and I straddled his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. His face was nuzzled into my ear.
“I can’t help it. I love you so much. I’m so worried about you.”
“I’m sorry to cause you such worry and sorrow,” he whispered. He gently kissed my ear, and then nuzzled his nose in the crook of my neck. He traced his tongue up my neck, nipping me as he went. I wondered if he would tear my throat out at some point. He kissed my jawline, working his way to my lips. My breath shuddered every time I exhaled.
He deftly pulled off my tank top, exposing my breasts to the cool air. While he ran his hands down my sides, he kissed and touched me all over my upper body. My breathing grew quicker and heavier. I let out a slight moan as he continued to work his hands all over me. I wanted him so badly that my insides were aching.
At that point, my hair was so long that it hit my elbows. He grabbed it, twisting it in his hand, and yanked my head back. He ran his tongue up my throat.
“Henry…,” I whispered. He groaned as I adjusted my body over his hardness. He reached down into my panties and massaged me. In an instant, my insides screamed for him to be in me.
“You are so wet and ready for me,” he whispered in a raspy voice. He tipped me back, lying on top of me. He ripped off my panties and tossed them to the floor. He held himself up, and I helped guide him. I moaned as he slowly filled me, inch by inch.