Hemingway. (ernestoic) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-05-18 15:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~abigail knightly, ~ernest hemingway |
Who? Ernie & Abi
Where? Their apartment
When? Middle of the night
What? Dealing with nightmares like a pervert.
Rating? High
Open? Hell no
Although he still had bad dreams, Hemingway had no idea that Luna had made any difference to them on the worst nights. And if he had known, he still probably wouldn't have made the connection between her injuries and his increasing difficulty getting a peaceful night. Maybe it was the medication. Maybe it was the slight change around alcohol. Most likely, it was the recent trip to Milan reawakening things that he had just about buried deep inside.
After the first one that night, he'd managed to just breathe deeply and calm himself down again before falling back to sleep. The second had involved waking up breathless and sweaty and a trip to the bathroom for a cold water wash. But apparently three times was his limit. Three times was too many to deal with.
He awoke with a start, his heart racing, gasping for air, trembling and sweating and feeling so damn far from the strong man he tried to be. He hated feeling like this. It was beyond pathetic, and as much as he knew that he was too hard on himself simply for having human emotions, he couldn't help it. There was an anger there, directed inwards but he knew how it could make him lash out. This had to get better. He'd rather drink until he couldn't dream than deal with this again.
This time, he turned on his side to see Abi's shape in the half-light. Perhaps it would have been normal to want something sweet and comforting, to curl up against her and breathe in her scent or something equally sappy. But he didn't want that. He wanted to forget, he wanted it completely blocked out by her, and perhaps most importantly, he wanted to feel like a real man, not this pathetic and broken one. So, without much (if any) regard for whether or not she would want it right at that moment, he pressed himself firmly up against her and let his hands roughly wander up her shirt. Still flushed and shaking, he pulled her back against him and practically grinded his hips against her ass.