Let's Make Up

Nightmare

Molly sat up abruptly, causing John to startle awake. She threw her blanket off and searched the sheet below her. Her chest was heaving and she was noticeably distressed.

"Your phone is on the table, I put it there last night."

She looked at him with a hollow, almost dead-eyed stare, and he realized she was still stuck in a dream.

"I keep bleeding." She told him in a monotonous voice, making the hair on his neck and arms stand up.

He heard that you should never wake someone who talks or walks in their sleep, but he sat up as well, and gently shook her shoulder.

"Molly, you're dreaming."

She jumped and looked around a little spaced out, then looked down at the bed sheets again.

"They're... clean..."

John moved in closer and rubbed her back.

"What were you dreaming?" He asked.

"Nothing." She said, "It's already gone."

He saw her start to calm down but didn't really believe that she'd already forgotten it.

Molly laid back down and covered herself with the blanket and curled herself into a ball facing away from him. He could tell she was still upset about whatever her subconscious had conjured, so he tried to comfort her by being her big spoon and putting his arm around her.

"Please don't touch me right now." She whispered.

John recoiled quickly and felt completely useless.

"Will you tell me what's wrong later?"

"It really doesn't matter." She told him.

"Yes, it really does." He said with an unconsciously raised voice.

She turned to him and had a look of hurt on her face.

"I had a nightmare, Johnny, it doesn't matter."

He didn't like being shut out, so he sternly told her that he would let her be and he got up to get himself ready for work.

Molly also got out of bed and was making her way to the bathroom. John watched her nude body move and let his worries from the night wash away. That was his girl, she was comfortable around him for a reason and he told himself not to worry.

"Hey, Molly?" He said before she disappeared behind the door to the bathroom.

"Yes?"

He smiled at her hoping she would smile back, and said, "You're stunning and I love you."

Her eyes looked sad and her lip quivered. "I love you too." She broke and started to cry.

John went to her again. "Please tell me what's wrong?"

Molly shook her head and said she wasn't ready but that she would someday. It made John burn with anger. Not towards her for not telling him, but for what he was imagining her dark secret to be. She hugged him finally and he was careful to not hold her too tightly. John felt her kissing his chest and going on her tip toes to kiss his neck and jaw.

"Molly, you didn't want to be touched a minute ago and now you're all over me... I don't know how to react to you and I don't want to make things worse." He said, pulling back from her.

She looked at him and he could see her eyes were still swimming with tears.

"My first time was really awful." She finally said and waited a bit to continue. "We were back from a party and things happened a little too fast. I just kept bleeding after and he was worried if we went to the doctor that he'd be accused of forcing me. "

"Did he force you?" He asked, looking genuinely furious.

"No, but we weren't in the right headspace to be doing things. Anyway, later in the night he got it up again and he said he wasnt grossed out that I was bleeding, so I allowed it, but it was too painful. We stopped but he told me that he would never be able to have s*x with me if I was always so shy with him. I wasn't being shy though, I just wasn't used to it yet. Well, as it was, I didnt get my next period. I was pregnant after only just losing my virginity, and, like I said, things moved too fast."

John listened quietly as she explained.

"We told everyone way too early because we were actually starting to get excited. I guess we jinxed ourselves because I miscarried. It was the worst pain I ever felt and there was so much blood. He never slept with me again and I don't even know why he stayed with me. Pity I guess. I had complications from the procedure to help me with my miscarriage and was told that because of cysts, and other things, I'd continue to have worse symptoms and that my monthly bleeding would always be bad. So I ended up with a hysterectomy."

"So this morning, you were reliving one of those moments." He said, more to himself, not sure which one he preferred her to be thinking of since both were traumatic and both had to do with her and Julien sharing a bed.

She nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't just tell you right away."

John tucked some of her hair behind her ear and told her he wasn't upset. "I'm glad you told me, I was only worried about you. I hope you're not upset at me for wanting to know. I could've been less pushy."

She kissed him in a way she hadn't before. It was heavy and sad, and he couldn't tell if it made him feel electrified with lust or pain. "Molly... " He said not knowing how to react to the mixture of emotions between them.

She reached down to his c**k and handled it but he stepped away.

"Molly, I'm never going to expect you to have s*x with me. I have my own insecurities. Just last night I wondered how you could go from no s*x to outwardly initiating it with me. I want you to know you don't have to do this. I love it, it's the best s*x I've ever had, but please don't engage just because you think that's what we should be doing."

She felt guilty for her actions and started crying again.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know how you can want to be with me, I'm such a f*****g mess."

John took her hands from her face and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. "I love you. I'm blown away at how strong you are and I don't ever want you to feel bad about your past. You're here with me now and I will always take care of you."

"Johnny..." She whispered. "I swear I'm damaged. All I can think about now is having your d**k inside of me. I know that's messed up. You make me feel safe and sexy and you're always so ready and so dominant. It's the closeness I've always wanted and it's probably wrong, but I really want you right now."

He lead her to the bed and laid her down, sliding his hand to where she wanted it. He let his fingers slip past her lower lips and he circled her tender spot. Molly moaned softly and moved her hips to his motions. He pushed his fingers inside of her and she moaned louder. Steadily he gunned at her and made himself comfortable to kiss her as well.

"You've needed this release for years. It's not wrong." He told her.

She grabbed her breasts and pulled lightly at her n*****s while he watched, igniting the intimate feeling in him as well.

"Still want my d**k?" He asked.

Molly nodded while looking at him like she'd never be satisfied. "Please." She begged softly.

John removed his fingers and inserted himself, making her moan even more than before. He kissed her and she pressed on his shoulders to push him down onto his back. She got on top of him and grabbed the headboard of the bed to stabilize herself as she took control of her needs. He'd had his hands on her hips but grabbed breats that were dangling and bouncing over his face, and sucked on her n*****s. Molly screamed out and got rigid in her movements as she was cumming. John continued sucking and licking because he knew how sensitive her tiny n*****s were.

"I want you to c*m now." She told him.

He broke free of one of her t**s and said, "Then make me." So Molly moaned loudly and started riding him quickly again. He was enjoying the sensation but took over anyway to satisfy himself. Soon they were both breathless and laying limp while panting.

"I can't believe you let me do that." Molly said, sounding pleased.

John squeezed her bum and told her he didn't let her but, rather, that they let each other and that he would be understanding to her, even if her needs felt confusing.

"I don't even want to look at the time." She said with a more light hearted tone, "But we'd better get dressed for work now."

He let her get off of him and he watched her go into her shower before he got up as well.