EroticReverie

Atticus Hawthorne

Too fucking stubborn for her own good Magdalena would not admit she needed my cock in her ass. But because I needed it as much as my next fucking breath, having gone months without any part of her, I'd needed every fucking bit of her tonight. To reclaim all of what I thought I could fucking give up. 

I'd taken her to the bathroom, bent her over the sink and fucked her ass with the lube from the drawer , with her hands plastered to the mirror, her big tits bouncing in her shirt with each of my thrusts. 

When I came, I did it all over that fucking tattoo my name, with a big fucking smile on my face, my cum soaking the spot where she'd let me fucking mark her. I didnt regret much in life....but fuck...I regretted covereing the tattoo of her name on my chest. I've never seen her fucking cry....out of all the fucking fights we've had, all the fucking arguements , never once did she shed a tear. Not that i'd wanted her to, but I've just never fuckin seen her cry. So to see her eyes full of tears when I'd taken my shirt off...the shit was a punch in the gut. And I was thankful for the fact that she never cried before...because it fucking killed me to see it. And I think i'd go fucking crazy if I had to watch Magdalena Graves cry regularly. 

We strip down to nothing and then clean up in the shower, only washing our bodies, sharing the small space, turning ourselves in a tiny little carousel as we switch back and forth , my heart fucking squeezing when she keeps looking at the coverup tattoo. Her eyes flicking away from it as if unbothered each time. But they keep going back to it. 

We towel off in the bathroom and then I throw my clothes into a pile on her bedroom floor as she walks to her closet.

I sit on the end of her bed, smiling to myself as I look at my name on her ass, never ever able to get enough of it. She'd complained about how much I wanted to fuck her doggystyle after getting our tatoos. But I couldnt help it...my name was on her fucking body....and i'd deprived her of ever seeing hers again on mine....and she was right....getting a new one...wasnt the same. 

"Here" she says, turning and tossing a hearp of flying clothing towards my face. I catch it and then immediately recognize them. A pair old black pajama bottoms and one of my band t shirt.

"Was wondering where this shirt went to" I say as she ignores me. 

"Mustve missed it when you packed your shit" she says and I smile slightly, telling by the tone of her voice , that she's ready for an argument. Bring it on baby. Bring it the fuck on. Cause i'd argue with her till the sun came up, and all day till it set again. And then some, if that's what she wants to do. 

I watch her pull out one of her own shirts and then my brows pinch as I see a handful of other shirts. Longer and larger than hers. Who the fucks clothes are in her fucking closet? 

"Whose shit is that?" I ask , throwing my shirt down along the pants onto her bed and walking over. 

"Mind your own busin-" she says and yelps as I come up behind her, snatching her waist and pulling her from the closet.

"I said who the fucks shit is in your clo-" 

As soon as I swipe my fucking hand to the hangers and push them aside to look at one of the shirts. It's my shirt. 

I flip the hanger to the next. Another shirt of mine. Flip the next. Mine. Flip. Mine. Flip mine. She has over a dozen of my shirts in her closet, yet I'd cleared my shit from her apartment on purpose when I left. I may have left one or two behind...but she had a third of my fucking wardrobe I'd left in MY closet in MY apartment...in hers. 

I turn my head to look at her and she's standing there, her arms, crossed over those big gorgeous tits and sighing with a roll of her eyes. 

"Did you....why do you have half my fuckin shirts?" I ask. Not mad, at least not now that I know they're mine and not someone elses. 

"because i fucking do" she huffs and then goes to turn. 

"nuh, uh, nope" I say grabbing her arm and then pulling her back and she sighs, looking away from me. 

"Explain" I say and she rolls her eyes, and I grab her chin and turn her face to me, and she swats my hand away. 

"I dont have to explain shit, you fucking left them here" she says. 

"Liar" I say and she glares at me, her jaw clenched. 

"Maybe you were in such a hurry to go to Europe and fucking forget about me and cover your fucking tattoo that you forgot some shit Atticus" she doubles down on her lie. 

"You're such a little fuckin liar." I say and grab her face in my hands. 

"Did you go to my place...and steal my shit?" I say, with an amused twitch of my lips. Fuck she's nuts, and I love it. 

"No" she says, even though it's obvious that she very well did. 

"I didnt STEAL anything" she glares at me.

"Mm" I hum and nod. "sure you didnt baby" I say and dip down with a smile on my face and go to kiss her and she shoves me with a scoff.

"I didnt!" she says and I laugh slightly as she shoves at me. 

"I fucking BORROWED them, alright?! I was going to bring them back before you got back, and i just fucking forgot!" she yells and I grab her arm as she goes to turn again

"nuh uh, get back here" I say, tugging her back to me, and taking her face back into my hands.

"What do you mean, you borrowed them, what did you need my clothes for?" I ask as she rolls those pretty fucking blue eyes. 

"can we just...NOT talk about this" she says, trying to grab my hands from her face. 

"just answer the fuckin question Magdalena" I say and tip her face up to me. Her eyes narrowed. 

"No" she snips. 

"Tell me why or im gonna think you had some other fuckin dude here wearing my fucking clothes" I growl quietly. 

"Jesus Atticus" she says and shoves my hands from her face. 

"I didnt have someone else fucking wearing your clothes, what the hell is wrong with you? Is that seriously where your fucking mind went?! AS ALWAYS!" she yells and stomps her naked ass across the room while throwing her shirt on over her head. 

"then why not just fuckin tell me why you have my shit?!" I raise my voice. 

"Dont fucking yell at me!" she screeches. 

"Then fuckin answer the question!" I yell and she growls, her fists turning into little balls, and she raises her hands, her fingers entending as she shakes ehr hands in the air. 

"You're fucking insane!" she yells at me. 

"you MAKE me insane!" I yell and walk over and grab her jaw. 

"Get your hands off me" she says slapping at my hand. 

"why wont you just fuckin answer the question?" I growl at her. 

"Because! " she screams. 

"BECAUSE WHY?!" I yell at her. 

"BECAUSE I FUCKING MISSED YOU!"  she screeches her voice cracking. 

"BECAUSE I STOLE ONE YOUR CLOTHES TO SLEEP IN THEM! BECAUSE I FUCKING MISSED YOU, YOU FUCKING PRICK! AND THEN IT LOST YOUR SCENT! SO I NEEDED ANOTHER ONE! AND THEN THEY JUST KEEP LOSING YOUR SCENT! SO ID GO AND TAKE ANOTHER ONE!"

Fuck. Her eyes are filling with tears as she screams at me.

"WHILE YOU WERE IN EUROPE FUCKING FORGETTING ABOUT ME! I WAS HERE! ALONE! WITHOUT YOU! FUCKING MISSING YOU! LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT!" her voice is shaking, and she's screaming at me while crying and shit, I've never felt like this. Like such a fucking piece of shit. 

"WHILE YOU WERE ERASING ME FROM YOUR FUCKING LIFE.." She waves to the tattoo. "I WAS HERE LIKE A FUCKING DUMB BITCH WEARING YOUR CLOTHES JUST TO FUCKING FEEL LIKE I WAS NEAR YOU!"

"Magdalena..." I say as I reach for her.

"DONT!, just fucking DONT!" she says and pushes past me and I I lift my hands to my face, pushing them over my face as she storms into her bathroom and slams the door. 

"shiiiiit" I whisper to myself pushing my hands through my hair. Grabbing the pants from the bed and walking to the bathroom and knocking on the door.

"Magdalena." I say her name as I pull on the pants. 

"Leave me alone, take your shit with you" she says, her voice furious,b ut I can still hear the tears in it. 

"I'm not goin anywhere" I say, pushing my hand to the door as I talk to the fucking door. 

"why not? you're fuckin good at leaving, so just fucking go" she says and I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"You dont get to cry alone in the fucking bathroom...open the door Magdalena." 

"im not crying!" she yells and I smile to myself, shaking my head. 

"Alright...then come not cry on the other side of this door...or let me in there with you." I say. 

"no" she huffs. 

"Quit being stubborn, open the door baby" I say

"It's unlocked you fucking fool" she huffs and I cock a brow, because, i actually, HADNT tried to open it. 

I reach down, turning the knob, and sure enough, it's unlocked . 

She looks at me, standing in front of the mirror, and rolls her eyes, looking back the mirror as she wipes her cheeks. 

I walk over and stand behind her, sliding my arms around her, laying them over her shoulders, dipping my mouth to her head and kissing her hair. 

"can you please stop "not crying" , it's really fucking me up" I say and she huffs.

"go fuck yourself Atticus" she says, sniffling and swiping her cheeks.

"I fuckin hate it" I whisper in her hair. "I hate it so fuckin much" I swing my mouth to her temple, placing a kiss on it. 

"well it's your fault" she says.

"I know....and i fuckin hate it...tell me what to do...i just need you to stop cryin" I whisper. 

"you dont love me" she says, her voice cracking.

"fuck that, yes i do" I say and then turn her gently and cup her face making her lift her head. 

"hey" I say when her lashes stay stuck her cheeks and she lifts them to look at me. 

"I am crazy about you.ACTUALLY fucking crazy about you...I love you...madly...so fuckin much...it's not even fucking healthy." I tell her, swiping my thumbs over her cheeks. 

"fuck, quit it babe" I say kissing the next tear that falls. 

"I love you more...i've always loved you more...i'm just a fucking game to you Atticus...something you can cover up when youre done with me....and then come back and take me off the fucking shelf to play with again, till you decide you want to try to forget me again...cause im fucking poison, that's what you said right?" she says and turns her face and pushes my hands from her face. 

"I wish I didnt cover the fucking tattoo...ive never regretted anything...but i regret that....i shouldnt have done it....i just really thought....we'd be over" I say honestly and she cries again, harder this time.

"fuck, fuck tell me what to say, jesus, tell me what to fuckin stay, stop it, stop it" I say swiping the tears. "fuck, fuck" I mutter as her shoulders shake and she shakes her head in my hands. 

"i've n-never...t-thought...we -were- o -over....n-not..o-once" she cries. 

"we fight like fuckin crazy Magdalena." I say. 

"s-so?" she lifts her eyes to me. "th thats just w-what we do....we f-fight...and we m-make up" 

"Yeah for like an hour before we fight again" I say and she shakes her head. 

"I cant lie to you Magdalena...cause i've never fuckin lied to you....but it's the truth...i thought it would be the best for both of us... i left to try to give us space....and yes...i thought it would be over for good.." I take a breath as she chokes on a little sob.

"but look at me " I say and make her lift her eyes to me again. 

"I loved you before i left...i loved you when i was gone....and i still fucking love you....thinking we were over...doesnt mean shit....it doesnt mean i loved you any less....its just...what i thought would fuckin happen....isnt there some saying about loving something and setting it free, and if it comes back to you its yours?" I ask and she rolls her eyes.

"I  didnt want to be set free." she scowls and pushes my hands once more and turns away from me and I wrap my arms around her. 

"I'm sorry" I whisper in her ear. "I'm fuckin sorry, and i'm an asshole and fool, a bastard, a prick, a piece of shit" I kiss her cheek. "An idiot" I kiss it again. "a moron" 

"Yeah, you are" she says and I smile against her cheek and kiss it again. 

"but im a moron that loves you....even when you hate me....even when we argue....even when im being a fucking jackass....i still love you....always will" I turn her face to me and nudge my nose over hers. 

"im gonna murder that tattoo artist the covered my name" she says and I let out a little laugh.

"Yeah?" I ask and tip her chin up as she nods, turning back to face me. 

"it's not his fault im an idiot" I say and kiss her lips and we both exhale softly. 

"yeah, but i cant kill you...because then id have nobody to fight with" she says and I smile. 

"true" I whisper and kiss her mouth again.

"Nobody to yell at" she says and lifts her arms around my neck and I groan as she deepens the next kiss.

"yeah, nobody else would be able to handle my girl the way I can" I say and she hums on my mouth. 

"i missed you so much" she breathes. My heart nearly fucking explodes.

"I missed you too baby" I say and nudge her nose and then lift her by her ass onto the sink.

"fuck me Atticus" she breathes on my mouth. 

"planned on it babe"