Can I Say I'm Sorry?

I walked into my worn down apartment and I had never quite noticed how quiet my apartment was after coming back from tour. I threw my bags on my bed and walked into the silent kitchen. I opened the fridge and saw the little amount of food that was in there had gone bad. I muttered to myself as I shook my head, I couldn't help but feel pretty lonely, these walls seemed to echo with the sounds of good bye. I looked through the movie collection and saw he had taken most of them when he left.

I heard my phone start ringing from my bed room and sighed knowing that I was going to have to grab it anyway because I was going to have to order food anyway. I started walking over to the bedroom and found the phone in my jacket which I answered before looking at the caller ID.

"Hello," I muttered.

"Hey blondie, how are you," Jack asked.

"Better now that I have someone to talk to. How are you?"

"I'm lonely, can I come over?"

"I guess, you remember where it is right?"

"Yup, be there in ten."

He hung up and I decided I should at least try to make it look like I didn't just get home. I had no idea why Jack wanted to be here, actually I think I do, it was just going to be nice to have someone around again. Having someone here so it isn't so damn silent would be nice, even if he just wanted to fuck then again, I wasn't entirely opposed.

As I was throwing my clothes into drawers I head a knock on my door. I left the rest where they were and threw the bags in the closet, deciding to throw the rest of the clothes in there too. Once I finished that I opened the door to see Jack standing there. Since it was Jack I only had on a long sweatshirt. I ushered him in and he closed the door behind him.

"How've you been," he asked, sitting at my table.

"I've been better but every day gets a little easier," I said.

"I didn't want to hurt you but I figured you deserved the truth. I'll always believe you deserve the truth."

"I appreciate that Jack, thanks."

He stood up and walked over to my fridge opening it and noting there was nothing in there. He shook his head and took out his phone, ordering Chinese food before I could stop him. He ordered what I used to get and I was shocked when I realized that he still remembered. That honestly kind of meant a lot to me, he still remembered after all these years which touched me.

"I thought you would have food," he laughed.

"Well, Mark left me and I just got back from tour," I explained.

"Who was Mark and what's wrong with him?"

"Mark was a guy I met at the airport when I was flying here and he broke up with me because I'm sterile. I've opened up about that more because I just have to live with it so I might as well accept it."

"Well, welcome home Blondie."

I smiled at him and motioned for him to come into the main room and I sat on the couch. He followed and sat a little closer to me than most friends would. I smile at him and bump his shoulder as I turned on the TV as well as the Xbox. I handed him the other controller from the side table. We would always play video games when we would hang out together and now that we were older nothing had changed.

The Call of Duty game loaded and he smirked at me, him knowing that he would win did help the smile grow even more on his face. I knew that he was going to win but losing to him wasn't that bad, I mean, I still hated it but it wasn't quite that bad. I decided to camp because this way it was harder for him to get me. Once the round ended I felt him shift slightly.

He tackled me and pinned me down on the couch. I stared up at him before our lips connected. His hands ran up my sides, slipping under my hoodie. He pushed himself between my legs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his lips traveled to my neck.

"You're a naughty girl, no pants and no bra," he whispered in my ear.

I looked at him before kissing him again. He started pulling my hoodie off, his lips attacking my collarbone. He sat up to take his shirt off before going for my neck again, my hands tangling in his hair. His hands were travelling over my body, making sure they've gone over all of me as many times as he could. Just as he was about to remove my underwear there was a knock on the door.

He groaned and I grabbed a blanket from the end of the couch pulling it over myself. He grabbed my hoodie off the ground and fixed his hair so everything looked awkward. I knew that I was out of sight from the doorway but I still thought it was better to make sure I was covered. He paid for the food and laid it on the table.

"Shall we continue," he asked.

I bit my lip before saying, "Yes."

He picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist again. He carried me in the bedroom and threw me onto the bed. I looked at him as he slowly started to get undressed and I couldn't help but bite my lip again, he was so beautiful. He crawled over to me and kissed me again, making me feel wanted again.

Notes

I didn't intend for this to be smutty but I guess that just kind of happened. I'm expecting people to be mad at me for this, especially since it's super out of the blue but hey, she's happy again!
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Title Credit: The Perfect Cure (That I Call You) - The Nearly Deads