Chivalry [NSFW]

Diego was both elated and confused by his latest wet dream. He’d had enough torture, he thought. He didn’t think he could keep his paws off the lady anymore… not after that kind of dream. That was going to be spank bank material for the rest of his life. He wanted to march into her room and make it reality.

He climbed out of bed, pulling on a t-shirt to go with his sleep pants, and then wandered up to the third floor. It was four in the morning, but he felt like he needed to do something. Namely, move out. He knocked surreptitiously at her door. It was a gentle but insistent rapping on her chamber door.

Crystal sighed, wiping her tears away and getting out of bed. She was scantily clad for sleep. She looked for her robe in the dark and couldn’t find one, so she resolved to open the door a crack to answer Diego. It was pitch black and her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, it would seem. “Diego?” she asked the darkness softly.

He felt the overwhelming urge to take her to bed. His name was beautiful in her mouth, on her tongue. She said it softly and unhurriedly, enunciating clearly. It was driving him mad. “I’m sorry to disturb you… can we talk, please?” he asked the deep darkness behind the partially open door.

She opened the door and pawed the air in front of her, blind yet. He took hold of her hand, since his eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, and she pulled him inside her room, leaving the door open. She walked ten paces into the room and sat down at the edge of her bed, tugging on his hand unceremoniously.

“Talk,” she said. He had hoped to look her in the eyes while talking to her. He decided to say so. She sighed, a long and heavy sound, and then said, “No. I’m in a bad mood and I don’t want to scowl at you for no reason.”

“I’m sorry, it sounds like a bad time,” he said. She made a noise much like a grunt, but not quite. Something distinctly more feminine than that but no less unrefined. He stood to leave, but she caught his wrist.

“It’s complicated,” she replied, tugging on his hand to bring him back onto her bed. He complied, wishing she was doing much more than that. So much more than that. He was remembering the blowjob in his dreams, even though he was trying to focus on the present.

“I think I’d better move out,” he said abruptly, prompted by his dirty thoughts. She was silent, which is why he wanted to see her face to begin with. Her hand squeezed his just then, reassuring him that she heard him just fine..

“I’d rather you stay, if it’s all the same to you,” she replied softly. He couldn’t fathom why. Her ex was in jail, so his primary purpose for staying was moot. Unless that wasn’t her reason.

“Why’s that, Crystal?” he asked, choosing to use her original given name. Her fingers were trailing over his wrist idly. In a heart shape, he realized. She was a romantic, he thought, deciding it had nothing to do with him.

“I like you,” she said, as if that explained everything there was to explain. For Crystal, this was the shyest way she could think of to tell someone that she thought highly of them. And that she was attracted to them, of course.

“I like you, too,” he replied. He wondered if that meant exactly what he hoped it meant. He should ask, but before he could, she spoke again.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked him, failing to understand why he felt the need to move out. Tears sprang into his eyes. Did she do something wrong?! Hardly!

“No. I did,” he said. He was trying to find words to elaborate as his eyes threatened to overflow. “I think that I’ve crossed some boundaries I oughtn’t have crossed, so I should move out and gain some clarity.”

“Oh.” That’s all she said. He waited for more, but instead her fingers were removed from his wrist.

“Crystal,” he began. He sighed softly before continuing. “I love you, dearly. I could spend my whole life here, honestly.” He gave her a few moments before he continued, “But I’m afraid of raping your boundaries, of going too far. I’m afraid of hurting you and never being able to make it better. I’m afraid of losing control and raping you.”

Her hands found one of his just then. She held it, saying nothing. “Will you please turn on a light?” he asked her.

“I don’t think that’s wise, given what you just told me,” she replied coolly. He gulped, unable to resist his free hand finding her thigh. Sure enough, it was bare. And incredibly smooth. He resisted the urge to pet her seal-like flesh.

“Diego, baby, what do you want from life?” she asked in her mock Bogart voice. He smiled. She always had a way to make him smile.

“Your undying fealty,” he blurted out without thinking.

“Oh, is that all?” she drawled. She contemplated putting her hand on his thigh.

He nodded before remembering she was as blind as he. “Yeah, that’s really it… every person I’ve loved hurt me by finding the arms of another man.”

“So you need a real lady,” she said.

“Yes. Stop being a jerk and stating the obvious instead of answering my unasked question. I know you know what I’m trying to get at,” he said with mild irritation. She snickered softly in the dark and for the first time ever, he thought about throttling her.

“Diego,” she said, cutting through his irritation with a single word. “You and I are two halves of the same coin,” she said. “Every person I’ve tried to love has cheated on me.“

She’d told him that much before, so he waited for her to say more. His fingers twitched on her thigh, wanting to roam. He was to the point he didn’t care to hold back any longer. She picked up his hand and dropped it well away from her and her thigh. “Move out, if you think that’s what you need. I will not throw my spear first this time,” she said enigmatically.

He tried to figure out what she meant without further ado. After a few seconds, he requested more information. “What do you mean, you won’t throw your spear first?”

“I mean that you have to decide to commit without any information from me. I’m not playing this fucking game. Round ten, I am winning,” she declared, an edge in her tone that put the hairs on the back of his neck up.

“It’s not a game, woman.” He was frowning in the dark.

“Then why you here, bro?” she asked. “You’re here to get some sort of emotional reaction, aren’t you?” She clicked the light on just then, blinding him. She was holding what looked like a sheathed sword, wearing only a sports bra and panties. Yup, that was definitely a sword, he though, as she unsheathed it partially, readying it.

“I have been on the precipice of a commitment too many times. I’m not taking this bullshit anymore,” she said, her words getting louder as she kept speaking. “Get the fuck out of my house and never come back! Every single asshole thinks they can come rape me, take whatever they fucking want, and then push me out the goddamn door when they’re done getting their dick wet. NEVER! AGAIN!” She was crying uncontrollably by the end of her speech and so was he.

“So go, rapist white man. Get out. Leave. Run away from yourself, just like all the other boys I’ve ever loved that looked at me like you do and told me they didn’t want to be with me, either in words or in actions. Just go.” She was trembling, crying still. She wasn’t even looking at him anymore. Just what the hell happened to her? He wanted to make those tears stop, but he didn’t know how to, other than to possibly change his mind over moving out. It didn’t seem wise to him, but that sword in her hands — a katana by the looks of it — certainly quelled his automatic attraction responses for the moment.

“Some day, I’ll meet a real man,” she murmured as he left her room. He turned around to the door closing in his face.

“Crystal, something’s gotten confused between us somewhere,” he said to her door. Suddenly she screamed, “Hi-YAH!” and he heard the door splinter.

“Okay, okay, I’m moving out. Manny can give me a hand tomorrow.”

“Goodbye” is all he heard her say.