Tina's Hazel eyes immediately drop back to her clasped hands, and I feel my frustration growing. What is wrong with her? I lean forward, place my hand under her chin, and gently turn her face up to me. She refuses to meet my eyes, but at least she turns.
"I-You probably hate me, I know, but... I...
What I mean to say is... I wanted to... I don't feel right about what happened, and I..."
Her inability to come right out and say it is starting to drive me up the wall. Can I make a switch to get her to come right out and say it?
"I want to make it up to you, and will do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness." She finally splutters out, without me having to make a switch.
This again? I thought we'd gone over this already.
"Waking me up early on a Saturday isn't a good start," I tell her, and her chin yanks out of my hand at the sound of rebuke in my voice. She is fidgeting now as she sits on the edge of my bed, then I remember the conditioning my switches must have been causing in her. Checking them real quick, l can tell she is Hot, and every time I talk, it only makes it worse.
"I-I know, but you barely return my calls, and you won't let me come see you. I didn't know what else to do." | i watch as a tear slowly slides down her cheek, leaving a wet trail in its wake.
"I don't want you to push me away." She sobbed.
My anger flee instantly, and I pull her to me, resting her head on my bare chest. I can feel Tina's hot tears on my chest as she shakes and sobs against me. To be honest, I don't really know how to feel. This once proud and socially powerful woman (that can rescue the school girls on her own) is now broken, and in large part because of me. I used my switches on her, manipulating her into sexx. She had tried to cover it up with her boyfriend by claiming it was ra*pe, but had confessed the truth before l'd been beaten too badly. Her boyfriend is gone, her social status likely crumbled, and I'm probably the only person who treats her with any kindness. She has suffered for her crime, worse than l'd suffered for her lies, and my name is clear. In a sense l'm her jailer, the only one that can set her free. The sense of power that I have over her gives me a heady feeling that I immediately felt guilty for. I've enough power over her as it is.
Sucking in a deep breath, I ready myself to tell her she is forgiven, but before the words leave my mouth, she turns her face up to mine and plants her soft lips against me. The kiss is gentle, not fierce or passionate like others have been, but ever better for its tenderness. Her arms snake around my nakked torso, and she hug me tighter to her slender frame. I hold in the breath of air as long as I can, letting it out slowly through my nose. There is no tongue involved in this kiss, just our lips and bodies pressed against each other, and yet I can feel myself growing hard as it continues on.
Unexpectedly Tina pulls away, and I can see fear in her red rimmed hazel eyes.
"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that... I just-"
I silence her with a quick peck,
"You're forgiven." i said.
The words come easier than I think they should, but I know they are true. She really has suffered enough.
"Not because of the kiss, or the sexx, or anything else, but because I can see you've suffered enough. You don't need to worry about me anymore; I can take care of myself. You don't have to do anything else that you don't want to."
Her fear turns in to relief, and then confusion.
"That I don't want to?" Her eyes search my own. "I haven't done anything I didn't want to, Nick. Even when I let you in my ass, it was something I wanted to do, at the time. Whenever Richard tried it always hurt, but when I'm with you, everything is different. I feel good when you talk to me, and your touch sends thrills through my body. I don't know what this effect is it that you have on me, but l like it, and I like being with you."
Now I'm the one to feel low. She only feels that way, because l'd made her feel like that. It's my fault. The catchphrase from Spiderman comes back to me, "With great power, comes great responsibility." How true that is, I think as I look down at the beautiful blonde still in my arms. I'm now responsible for her.
"Tina, I-" her finger presses against my lips and cuts me off. I was about to apologize myself, and maybe ask her to leave before I caused any more damage.
"Don't say it. I won't say it either, but just don't send me away. You know how I feel now. Just-just hold me." And so I hold her, feeling like a heel, but not knowing what else to do.