I held Callie close as she silently sobbed. I stroked her hair and kissed her head but it just seemed to make her worse. I tried to move away but her arm pulled me in closer. She was torturing herself with whatever the hell she was thinking and I couldn't take the pain away. I wanted desperately to make her smile or better still watch as the look of ecstasy took over her face as she moaned my name. Christ, why did everything have to revert to sex? Why couldn't I just hold her and make her feel safe? I guess the part of me that could provide that had disappeared along with my memories. Maybe I knew that the only way I could make her forget the pain was to give her pleasure? I wasn't the same man she loved, despite that she couldn't stop loving me but who was she to me? Not my wife? No, I didn't remember marrying her. Was she even a woman that I loved? I couldn't answer that, it should be a simple yes or no but things were fuzzy, the whole damn area was filled with grey. Sometimes my heart swelled when I was near her but mostly it was my cock without fail that would protest its love for this woman. Callie's body pushed in closer to mine, bringing me back to reality. I glanced down as she ground against my cock then up at her innocent face. Her eyes closed as she frowned a little as if making herself comfy was her goal and not waking up my cock. Christ, I silently chastised him for stirring and begged him to retreat. I brushed some hair from her face and kissed her softly just below her ear, she moaned and arched into me.
"Do you need anything?" I asked trying to ignore the building sexual need. Regardless of feelings this definitely wasn't the place or time for a quick fuck. I needed to put her needs ahead of mine for once.
"A time machine?" Her voice was weak, filled with pain and tiredness.
"Honey I know I'm clever but I'm not a fucking genius." I smiled as my lips brushed her ear.
Callie had released her grip but my body stayed put. I'd given up trying to fight with it and just let it be. My cock has finally accepted this was the wrong time to plead for attention and stayed out of the way.
"How often are you sleepwalking?" It was a dangerous question to ask given Callie's defensive attitude towards the whole thing.
"Honestly?" she turned her head to look me in the eyes, I nodded, "Every night." she sighed and rolled so her front was pressed against me and her head rested on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close.
"I'm stressing you out." I said quietly. Saddened by the whole stupid mess.
"No, Damon it's not you. It's just I thought I needed you out of my life in order to move on."
"And what do you think now?" I brushed some hair out of her face then quickly pulled my hand back, realising I was desperately hoping for the answer I needed to hear. I wanted her to need me in her life, what the fuck does that mean? Am I that much of a sadist that all I wanted was this woman to be at my beckon call regardless of the fact I didn't love her? Am I really more of a cunt then I remembered being?
"I honestly don't know. I don't know what to do or think about this whole mess. I love you and I don't want to let go but how long am I meant to hold on for and how the hell am I expected to get over you when every fibre of my being is telling me to fight for you? How do you end a relationship that was so perfect? A relationship that was still in the midst of a deep love with no end in sight? I feel sick at the thought of you not being in my life but I know I can't sit and watch you get on with a life without me." Her voice so raw with emotion it cracked despite her desperately trying to remain strong. A knee jerk reaction almost caused me to confess I loved her; more out of need, of habit then actual truthfulness. Fuck this shit. I wrapped my hand softly around her tender neck and crushed my lips against hers with as much force I could restrain.
I needed to be gentle, I needed to stop the kiss but I couldn't. I needed her; her lips against mine, her tongue eagerly fighting with mine and her body pressed tightly against me. My cock hardened as her hand massaged it through my jeans, causing a shiver of pleasure to course through my body. God, this woman was perfect. My fingers dragged up her thigh as her legs parted, feeling the warmth as I neared her core caused my cock to twitch wantonly. I pressed my hand against her mound as she moaned into my mouth. My fingers dipping into her burning sex, relishing in the wetness waiting for them.
"What do you mean you can't tell me why Damon's car is outside?" Toby's angry voice carried through the curtain. I froze mid thrust, my fingers buried deep inside Callie's pussy.
"Keep your voice down." Julia warned in a hushed tone, they were right outside our cubicle. I pulled my fingers out, instantly they missed the warmth of her. Her hand left my bulging jeans and with a sigh she pulled her lips from mine. I reluctantly pried my body from hers but not before sucking her sweet nectar from my fingers causing a lustful glint to pass across her eyes. I rolled off the bed and saw the dread grow on Callie's face as angry hushed whispers carried through the curtain. I adjusted myself as best I could and stepped through the curtains but not before giving Callie my best comforting look.
Toby stopped talking as soon as he saw me. His eyes fixed hard, looking me over for signs of an injury to justify my presence here.
"What's happened? Are you ok?" His voice strained with effort to stay calm.
"Yeah buddy, I'm fine. Look can we step outside for a minute? I need to talk to you." I guided a rather reluctant and confused Toby towards the exit. The cool air did little to soothe the tension and nerves. Toby could potentially loose his cool completely. He was well within his rights to be worried but Callie needed support right now and not a lecture.
"There's been a little accident, involving Callie." As soon as her name left my mouth, Toby turned on his heels. I grabbed his shoulder and sat him roughly down on a bench.
"Just sit down and listen. She's ok, A little shaken and achy but nothing serious." I hoped, Toby turned white; he put his head between his hands and leant forward. I knelt down to his level and prayed my voice was coming out as calm as needed
"She was sleep walking." Toby visibly tensed up, I continued, "She walked into the road and I couldn't stop the car fast enough. Mate, I'm sorry. I hit her." I braced myself for a brawl but Toby barely moved except to run a hand through his hair.
"Is she ok?" His eyes looked into mine, searching, hoping.
"We're still waiting on a full body x-ray but so far it just looks like whiplash and some bruising." I hoped and prayed to a god I didn't really believe in anymore that my words were the truth.