EroticReverie

Calypso 

“You got a curfew?” Bane asks as I sit on his bed as he pulls up his phone and puts music on the through the speakers on the other side of the room , turning it on low. 

I nearly snort as I laugh at his question and he just raises a brow. 

“No Bane. I don’t have a curfew.” I laugh slightly and he sets his phone down. 

“Where are your parents?” I ask. Cause I knew this wasn’t HIS home. 

He shrugs. “Don’t know. I think somewhere in Europe.” He says as he walks over to a door and opens it turning on a light. I get up ,curious to see his closet.

He’s already got his belt unbuckled and I’d starting to unzip his jeans and pauses. 

“Oh. Sorry. I was …I just wanted to see your closet.” I say and then look away.  

He laughs slightly. 

“I was just going to change into something more comfortable.” He says and I nod m

“Uh hug. Yep. Okay” I say as I turn and look away. 

“So your parents travel a lot?” I ask 

“Yeah.” He answers as I listen to the shuffle of his clothes. Stepping further out the door so I’m not tempted to look at him.

“What about your parents?” He asks and take a breath. 

“Um. They don’t travel.” I say. 

A small laugh comes from him.  “I mean , what’s your situation?” He asks. 

“Oh. Right.” I say. Duh Calypso. Of course your poor parents don’t travel. 

“I live with my mom and step dad” I say. 

“Where’s your biological dad?” He asks as I listen to him move around. 

“Don’t know. Never met him. Not sure my mother even knows who he is.” I say. 

“You get along with your mom and step dad?” He asks and lick my lips. Do I just say yes?

“Are we about to get deep  Bane?” I ask. 

“Just asking. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. Just trying to get to know you.” He says and chew my lip. Is that what he was doing? Did he REALLY Want to get to know the trailer park trash girl from West Falls? Or did he just want to make it seem like he did so I’d be stupid enough to let him make me think he really liked me so he could sleep with me? But, no matter how much I wanted to believe the worst in him. I just couldn’t. There was just something about him that told me he was genuinely interested in getting to know me. Maybe it’s stupid to go with my gut , but I do anyways. 

“My mom, I….I don’t know. Sure I get along with her.” I say. 

“And your step dad?” He asks as I hear him pulling on clothes. 

“No. I don’t get along with him.” I say. 

“Why not?” He asks and I sigh. 

“This is pretty heavy for a first…uh ..hang out” I say and he laughs softly. 

“Is it?” He asks. “You can turn around now Blackbird. I’m decent” he says and I turn just as he’s lowering his shirt and I lose my breath a moment. Seeing his torso before he covers it. Abs and muscle …and scars. I flinch. Lots of them. They were old. I could tell that much. But there were so many. 

“Um…” I hesitate. Wanting to ask what his scars are from. But the idea of the story not being a good one , scares me. I don’t want to think about anyone hurting him. He’s too…nice.  I chew my lip. 

“What was the question?” I ask and he smiles and walks over to the side of his closet dripping the clothes he took off into a backer. 

“You step dad. Why don’t you get along with him?” He asks and then turns and walks over me. 

“He’s ….gross” I say and he nods.

“He’s …an alcoholic” I say and his nostrils flare 

“Has he hurt you?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“No.” I answer quietly.

“He’s just…a drunk and a loser …and a pervert” I say and his brows draw together and his jaw clenches. 

“What do you mean he’s a pervert? Has he touched you?” He asks and his eyes grow fierce and angry and I shake my head. 

“No.” I answer. 

“He’s tried. But no.” I say and he visibly grinds his teeth. 

“He mostly just says things. He’s gross.” I say with a shrug as if it’s nothing. 

“Does your mom know?” He asks and I give a little laugh and shrug. 

“She’s only concerned about her next fix.” I say and he takes a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry Blackbird” he says softly and steps closer. 

“Dont be. It’s not your fault.” I say and shrug again and force a smile. 

“I’m fine.” I say.

“Will that money help you get out of there?” He asks and I smile and nod. 

“I’ve been saving. For awhile.” I say. “Eventually I’ll be able to get out of there. Get a job.” I say and he nods. 

“How much do you need?” He asks. “I can help.”

I take a breath and shake my head. 

“I don’t want your money Bane.” I say and he frowns slightly. 

“Why not? I want to help you.” 

“Why?” I ask and his brows pinch. 

“Why not?” He counters and I just shake my head. 

“I think we’re done with the deep conversation Bane.” I say and turn and walk into his room and he follows and then sits on the bed beside me. 

“If you need help. I can help you Blackbird.” He says softly and turn my head and look at him. 

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore” I say politely. “I just want you to kiss me.” 

He swallows and nods. 

“Alright” he says and then reaches over. “Come here” 

I move and he pulls me onto his lap and brings his hands to my face and holds it. 

“Youre beautiful, you know that?” He whispers as he brings his mouth close to mine. 

“Glad you think so” I whisper back and he smiles slightly and I suck in a small breath as his lips tease mine and hover near them. 

“I know so Blackbird” he says and I close the distance between our mouth and his hands angle my face and I moan as he takes control

Of my mouth and our kiss , my hands grabbing at his sides , clutching his shirt and our kiss deepens. 

“Can I take your hoodie off?” He asks and I nod. 

His hands grabbing the bottom and lifting as our mouths part and I lift my arms and he pulls it off. A dull thud sounds as my pocket knife falls to the floor from the pocket and he looks down. 

“Is that a knife?” He asks. 

“Yes” I answer as he stares at it and I slide my hands up his chest, and for the first time I don’t panic without having it within reaching distance or on my person. I somehow don’t need it right now. 

“Why do you have a knife?” He asks as I kiss his mouth. 

“Protection” I say. Because , why else would I have it?

“From who?” He asks.

“Everyone” I answer and keep kissing him but his lips don’t kiss back and his eyes are still on the knife laying on his floor. 

“Have you ever had to use it?” He asks. 

“Bane.” I say with a breath and try to kiss him again. 

“Have you?” He asks and stop trying to kiss him and sigh. 

“Yes.” I answer. 

“You’ve stabbed someone?” He asks and looks at me now. 

“No.” I shake my head. “Just cut him.”

“Who?” He asks and I drop my hands from his face. 

“My step dad” I answer. 

His nostrils flare and his jaw ticks. 

“When he tried to touch you?” He asks. 

I nod once. 

“Blackbird.” He says. 

“It’s fine, I’m fine” I say with a shrug. 

“It’s not fine.” He says shaking his head. 

“I’m okay” I say. “I can handle myself”

He looks at me and he breathes faster. 

“Hey” I whisper and place my hands on his chest. 

“I’m okay” I whisper and he lifts his hands and his fingers slip up the back of my neck and into my hair and I gasp as he clenches my hair in his fists as he pulls my mouth back to his. 

“Stay here with me” he says. 

“Didn’t plan on leaving Bane” I say. 

“I mean stay here…live here” he says and I pull back. 

“What?” I half laugh. 

“Stay here. Please.  Stay here with me. Don’t go back there. Please.” He says, his voice strained and I lean in. Kissing him soft. 

“Blackbird” he whispers and groans as I keep kissing him. 

“I’m okay Bane, I’m fine” I say and bite his lower lip. “Kiss me” I breathe. “Just kiss me”