are you excited for storytime??  i know i am!

 

they were fighting agian.  seemed like all they ever did anymore.  she didn't quite remember where exactly this argument started, but one thing let to the next and soon after that she was telling him to get the fuck out of her house.  "i hate you.  why do you have to be so fucking infuriating?  your so fucking headstrong!"   she yelled. 

"like you have any room to talk!" he yelled back from the door way.  she followed him down the stairs and out the door. 

"FUck you dickhead.  i fucking hate when your like this!"  he stopped and turned to look at her.  she was standing at the door, her hands on her hips, the rain pouring down on her, making her hair go in her face.  her shirt was clinging to her, and the jeans she threw on this morning were the holey ones.  even when she was pissed, she looked amazing to him.  he threw his bags in the back seat of his car and slammed the door.  he started walking toward the door to the house.

"where the fuck do you think your going?" she asked sidestepping to get out of his way.

"i forgot something."  he said walking just past her.  He turned around and grabbed her hips.  he bent her head back and kissed her.

"no, please don't.  i can't stay mad at you if you do that"  she said against his mouth.  He kissed her again, harder this time, ignorant of the rain that still pelted them.   he drew her against him and wrapped his arms around her.  she fought for only amoment before surrendering.  "i hate you"  she whipered against his lips before kissing him again.

"i know you do honey," he said pulling her back against the door.

 

 

i'll have to finish this one later, i'm on the phone right now.