#ohahuri cod

[ohahururi]

You really couldn't escape, could you?

It's true, he's gotten unkind, and his grip is too tight when he comes back home. On nights you know he might not come back, you find a part of your gut saying,

'Maybe it's best. Maybe, maybe you won't have to look over your shoulder anymore.'

'Anything can change.' You remember him saying one day, encasing your waist with an ever overbearing touch.

And you agreed. Anything could.

So his soft nips at your neck weren't as soft as before- and yes they are loving- but it is with a cruel mix in his gaze, his paranoia tells you plenty.

And now- you're not sure if you like this new him, but you're helpless as you feel it grow and grow without temperament.

You know this, when you're underneath him and left a writhing mess- you feel it when every inch of your body feels like his somehow- the marks etching his needs and wants- his need of you.

And it's irrefutable when you finally send the papers to his base- stamped with your signature and a rather formal end to what he felt was his own fairytale back at home.

You're his sweetheart, in his home. No- in both of yours.

Where you'll be, until you can finally come to your senses.

Just where did you think were you going anyway where he couldn't find you?