Ayana and Kenrick find themselves faced with an interesting dilemma: their usual, just sex, 4 am relationship, has decided to take on a different spin. We talked about handling 4 am relationships in Part 1. But…what if none of the usual stigmas apply? Then what?
If you’ve managed to get yourself into an undefinable, un “timed – not 12 pm or 4 am” relationship. or, if like Ayana, you’re just not sure, these tips might be your best bet:
*Disclaimer: These are just my suggestions to dealing with issues when the normal rules don’t apply. Please read with a grain of salt. =o)*
1. Look at the clues that your…ahem…partner is giving you. If you only hear from them when it’s time to…um…”talk”…then it’s probably a 4 am relationship and they’re just not aware of the designated time to call for this. LOL.
2. Say you primarily hear from them when it’s time to “talk”, but then you all actually converse and the conversation is intense…then it might be time to ask him what time should you hear from them next, if you get my drift. No? Find out where you stand. Are they looking for more than just “talk”? Establish that, and then, once you’ve done that, refer back to the 1st Keeping it Real list. If they look at you like, “I thought you knew the deal”, then you just weren’t paying attention. LOL.
3. If the person is sending mixed signals, as often times is the reason that we find ourselves scratching our heads, trying to figure out the deal, then it’s still time to ask. When you ask, however, please know a. what you’re asking, and b. who you’re asking. If you don’t really know the person, then you really shouldn’t be asking any questions in the first place…that is, clearly this is a ’4 am’ er and you are reading more into it than necessary. If you do know the person, or you’re really just unsure, ask. Some people will say to ‘play your position’, but if you don’t know what your position is, that’s difficult to do, not to mention that sometimes, hard questions just need to be asked, point blank. Sometimes, the way that the person answers the question speaks volumes.
If none of these things apply, it’s time for you to examine your own self first before jumping into any of these relationship types. Sometimes, the confusion is solved by self-examination…
NOW TO CONTINUE WITH THE STORY…
She turned, startled, then yanked back the shower curtain. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He frowned. “I came,” he growled as he stepped into the spacious bathroom, “to give you back your key, so that you wouldn’t have to be…BOTHERED by me anymore. You didn’t answer your phone. So I came in to make sure that you hadn’t done something stupid.” Ayana looked at him, incredulous. “Something stupid?? Like WHAT??”
Her voice rose.
“Like them other dumb and dizzy bitches that you deal with? Like those tricks? How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not like them? Oh, wait, you don’t give a shit. I’m just another…”
Kenrick’s espresso colored face turned dark.
“Shut up”, he said quietly, the threat echoing in his voice, as Ayana’s yelling continued.
“…bitch that you decided to fuck…”
“Shut UP…”
“and I let you do it, because you were good and you were smart and I don’t know what the hell my ass was thinking…”
His face, stony, growled. “Would you shut the hell up?”
“Or WHAT, Ken-rick?!?”
His lips crushed hers, so unexpected that she fell backwards into the shower wall.
Though her mind screamed at her, telling her to tell him to stop, she fell into the kiss with unrestrained vigor, her hands grasping his wet button down, his khaki slacks turning a deep tan as the still running water began to wet them.
They suddenly broke apart, eyes ablaze, chests heaving, hearts racing.
Kenrick gathered his thoughts first.
“You’re not. Like the rest of them. I don’t know what…I don’t know what this is. But you’re not like the rest. I swear it”. Ayana smacked him, the sound reverberating on his damp skin. He recoiled. She went to hit him again, out of pique, and he grabbed her hand mid swing, pressing her arm against the tiled wall.
“Would you STOP that?” he half yelled.
Ayana opened her mouth in protest, ready to yell, when he went to kiss her again, kicking off his loafers in the process and stepping into the tub with her completely. Taking her other hand, he pressed them both against the shower wall, his kisses rough yet tender against her cheek…
then her neck…
kissing the water off her collarbone, licking her nipple and then biting it gently, leaving her to shudder in both protest and arousal.
She wriggled a little, attempting to protest, her hands still trapped underneath his, mouth half open. Taking her hands with one hand, he unbuttoned his now soaked khakis, his erect penis poking its way through his wet boxers.
She stared at him, defiance in her eyes.
Grabbing her leg, he hoisted it onto his hip, legs slightly apart to maintain his balance. He slid in her, the same defiance in his eyes. Moving inside her, he stared at her, his thrusts angry yet his movements smooth. Her eyes filled with lust but she kept her gaze at his chest. She managed to utter a curse.
He moved in her.
The water made her slippery entrance even wetter. She hissed, her hands grasping at the slick wall, trying to keep up with his thrusts. Her breath quickened. The water heated up the already steamy room – created its’ own personal sultry sauna for the two of them.
It was almost as if they forgot they were just arguing with each other.
Almost.
Kenrick withdrew as far as he could and eased his way back in slowly, his pace still a sensual anger. Never letting go of her hands, he whispered to her, insisted: “Look at me. Stop looking down. Look at me”.
Ayana closed her eyes.
He thrust, the tip of his penis touching her spot seemingly in two places.
Her back arched.
He thrust again, the tingles creeping up on him.
Her body met his thrust for thrust.
The water from the shower drenched them, washing away their own personal wetness.
And still, Ayana wouldn’t look at him.
Kenrick withdrew again, his tip teasing her opening, his balance impeccable in the slippery tub. Ayana gasped and bit her lip, the moan creeping out of her involuntary. She didn’t want to enjoy it. Her body said otherwise. He took one hand off of her hands, and, with two fingers, eased her head up to look at him.
She finally looked into his eyes, her chest heaving, her muscles quivering, her body on the verge of coming.
His gaze unnerved her.
He began to move in her again, his orgasm creeping up on him, threatening to control the words he wanted to convey. His hand held her hands firm, his other hand still supporting her head so she would look at him. He stared at her. The words eked out before he could stop them.
“I love you”.
She gasped, her body clenching his as they both came, violently, their cries echoing around the bathroom.
Then there was silence.
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