To Caress My Day

After Simone’s mother, Jina, left her apartment, a very numb Twigs returned back to her shrouded lair. Despondent, she immediately crawled under the thick rumpled comforter on her bed, utterly hidden from the outside world and its judgemental gaze.

That was what she wanted to be right now anyway.

Hidden from the world.

Curled into a ball under her comforter in total silence, Twig’s mind commenced an uprising against the steady calm she was striving to find to make herself feel better after having confessed all her strifes to Simone’s mother. Realizing that there would be no placidity, she fell deeper into despair knowing she’d never get a moment’s peace.

For what felt like the next few hours, Twig’s mind ceaselessly battered at her for being such a jerk to her friends when she last spoke to them.

Simone and Neon Jungle had been nothing but concerned for her well-being since hearing the news her mother had cancer…and were pretty miffed at not being informed as soon as it was announced. It wasn’t like her friends were a flock of intrusive women with nothing better to do, or took pleasure in other people’s misfortune. They actually cared about Twigs, and knew her mother pretty well. Being in her shoes, they would’ve never bottled up that kind of desecrating news from her if it was them.

So why the hell did she?

Twig’s head throbbed from having battled with this same quandary over and over again since she last spoke to her friends. No matter what answer she seemed to come up with, it was never enough to justify her actions. Nothing seemed to condone shutting her friends out especially in a moment where she needed them the most and they were more than happy to drop everything for her if she only asked.

Tossing and turning under her comforter, Twigs curled her body even tighter in a fetal position, her arms wrapping around her head as if to shield her mind from such averse barraging thoughts. She didn’t want to dwell on why she did what she did anymore. Rather, she would put her mind towards figuring out how she could come up with a proper apology to them.

What words would be enough to sway them even a little into forgiving her?

Twigs pondered on this as hot tears spilled from her eyes and onto her bedding until she soon fell asleep. When she eventually woke up from her nap, her bladder was full and her eyes felt swollen and achy. Clueless as to what time it was, and not giving a damn to check, Twigs finally surfaced from beneath her warm protective comforters to be smacked with cool fresh air. Whimpering due to her neverending depression, she took her time mustering up the strength to leave her bed to use the restroom. Her steps were slow as she creaked down the hall and into her bathroom. Shutting the door, she did her business, brushed her teeth and splashed some cool water over her face.

She looked horrible in the mirror. Her nose was still red from crying, her eyes a little bloodshot and red too, her lips were looking plumber than usual from having to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from wailing aloud. It was her stubbornness that wished to bar her from crying at all. She didn’t want to cry! She didn’t deserve to…

Watching her own vision become a blur from even more tears, Twigs shook her head in contempt and fled into the shower, praying it would stop the tears from trying to drain her body of its supply of bodily fluid. Once she was finished, she wrapped herself in a big towel and returned quietly to her room, relieved that the tears seem to have finally given her a break. Dressing herself at a slow depressing rate, Twigs eventually exited her room for a glass of water when something down the hall stopped her in her tracks.

Her front door was…it was opening.

Frozen in the middle of her hallway, Twigs’s brown eyes widened as a man stepped into her apartment.

Her man.

Walking in with a small duffle bag slung over his arm and a shoulder-length black wig under an off-centered baseball cap, Seth MacFarlane was humming himself a jazzy tune. Shutting the door behind him and locking it, he swept the cheap cap and wig off his head, and set his bag on the floor beside his feet as he turned around to face his stunned girlfriend standing in her hallway, gaping at him. A grin stretched across his face as he dumped his hat and wig on top of his duffle bag. “Ah, there you are, my beautiful Pixie! I’ve missed you. Come over here and give your man a big old kiss!”

Twigs couldn’t clamp back the sob that ripped past her lips even if she was as fast as the Flash himself. Slapping a hand over her quivering mouth, she gasped in air then back out again swiftly as if she was hyperventilating. Tears poured out of her eyes as she sobbed out her boyfriend’s name. “S-Seth.”

Seth’s grin diminished as he heard her cry his name, his arms stretching themselves towards her as he strode further into the apartment. “Tahliah, what’s wrong?”

But Twigs was already running to him, flying to her favorite kind of consolation that only he could give her. Her arms extended out towards him too right before their chests collided with each other.

Ready for his sobbing girlfriend, Seth caught her in his arms and hoisted her up so her legs could wrap around his waist. Snaking his arms around her too, he quietly shushed her as he rubbed a strong hand up and down her back, his other hand cupping the back of her head and guiding it to the crook of his neck.

Weeping against his cologne scented neck, Twigs tightened her arms around it as she wept hot tears against his warm skin. “Please, be real. Please, be real.”

“I’m real, baby, I’m real.” Seth assured her tenderly, the palm of his hand still rubbing up and down her trembling back through her black satin-printed long-sleeve button-up top that matched her black satin shorts. He didn’t know why he came into her apartment to find her crying, what had taken place before he arrived, but he was here now, and his first priority was to make sure she was gonna be okay again. “Just touch me and you’ll feel that I’m real.”

And Twigs did just that, only not in the way he was expecting her to. Needing the confirmation that Seth was as real as she was standing in her apartment, she reared back her head to crush her lips over his, swallowing any other words he could convey except for the moan she pulled forth from him. Combing her fingers into his short dark hair, she kept his head in place, a prisoner to her ravaging kisses that couldn’t break free as she parted his lips with her tongue and tasted him for the first time in forever.

Seth exhaled another moan, his arms tightening around her slender frame as they clung to one another. He couldn’t abort the kiss even if he wanted to, his bones were liquifying as her hot mouth claimed his mouth again and again, not letting him up for air. Not that he minded.

Well, he probably should mind this time. Seth had forced his job to let him take some time off because he received some troubling news. News pertaining to Twig’s mother. He had to pack his bag and run to her, to be there to hold her, to see how she was faring through it. He too had dealt with cancer within his own family and it had taken his mother from them. He and his family had to hold each other up through that devastating tragedy, and now he wanted to be one to do that for his girlfriend. If they had met long before his mother’s cancer, Twigs would have certainly been there for him.

Only… Seth couldn’t get a word in, not with Twig’s mouth devouring all from him, his soul, his mind, everything. And he couldn’t defy her on it, not that he truly wanted to. He would rather disintegrate into her, becoming one whole entity of pleasure. Her mother’s cancer was important for them to discuss right now, but at the same time he was only a man, and his throbbing erection needed to be sated or else he’d pop a blood vessel and bleed to death right there in her apartment.

Stumbling forward, Seth steered them down the hall to her bedroom. Deserting all else, he entered the murky room and masterfully found her bed without the aid of light. Crawling onto it with her latched onto his front like a baby Koala, he lowered her down into the mattress while keeping the majority of his weight off of her, their lips never parting. Turning his head to the side, he delved his tongue deeper into her mouth, slithering against hers. He heard her moan, felt her hands leave his short hair to slide down his face then delved straight for the zipper of his jeans. While she busied herself with relieving that, he whipped his coat and shirt off and tried as he could to patiently unbutton her top next. Her nails scratched him as she tried to impatiently remove his pants, making him abandon his quest to slide off the bed and remove the rest of his clothes. Twigs followed suit, kicking off her own so that by the time he returned to her, she was as naked as him. Entangling their limbs, their lips fused back together.