Curse My Name; Christa.

[Gene Wasek]

"Hey, Gene." a voice says from behind me. It was familiar, though it didn't dredge up good feelings in me- quite the opposite. I turn to come face to face with Jason, one of my childhood bullies. I thought I'd left them all behind and would never see their face against after graduation. I -obviously- was wrong.
"Still in that band? Oh, you remember the Talent Show in Senior year? You guys came in last." he continues, chortling at himself. I roll my eyes and continue looking over the different Axe deodorants, trying to ignore his presence.
"What? Haven't you missed me?" he asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"You get the fuck off of me." I growl, twisting out of his grasp.
"You gonna punch me?" he taunts, just like he did back in school.
Only this time I did.
My fist connects with his face and he stumbles back, and I swing again, ignoring the crowd that had stopped to stare, not seeming to notice the blood. I wasn't going to put up with his shit any longer. I hadn't gone off like this in a long time -probably because of Christa- but this time, I wasn't going to just walk away.

[Christa Wilson]

I hum slightly as I look around, having gone to look in the baby stuff for small things that we would need no matter the gender. Thankfully, I had gotten a basket and it was now full with bottles, diapers and pacifiers. I smile slightly and begin my way back to the deodorant where I had left Gene. A crowd had gathered and, being the curious me I was, I walked over before seeing some guy about to attacked by Gene. Quickly dropping the basket, I run and get in front of him. "Gene! Calm down!" I hiss, not trying to sound mean or like I cared who he beat but not wanting to get kicked out of Wal-Mart...though it wouldn't be the first time.
I look back at the guy and glare at him before looking back at Gene and kissing his cheek. Hopefully, I could get him to calm down enough and maybe let me handle this though I wasn't really sure. I hadn't seen him upset, ever, really. Back in high school, I seemed to be the one who broke up fights between my friends, which were all big guys considering my size. So, for a small, pregnant woman, I had a lot of strength and experience.

[Gene Wasek]

I'd gotten a few more punches in, probably broke his nose, and had him cowering on the floor when Christa appeared in front of me.
"Get out of my way." I growl, attempting to get around her. I wasn't anywhere near done with Jason, and probably wouldn't be until he was being whisked off in an ambulance.
"Hey, you Gene's slut?" the brunette pipes up, heaving himself to his feet. "He's had plenty of them." Jason continues, a smirk on his face. That dick did not just go there. I push around Christa, though not hard enough to hurt her or push her down, but enough that she'd get out of my way.

[Christa Wilson]

I hold his arms, trying to calm him some for a moment. "Babe, calm do-" I stop at the words of the guy behind me and freeze before letting go of Gene. "Make sure you get him enough for me," I say, turning to watch before going back to the crowd and getting my basket. I walk back to the deodorant and act like nothing was going on until I finally can't hold it in anymore. It was almost like I was possessed, or to me it was. I walk over and push Gene out of the way enough for me to kick the guy in the nuts and kneeing him in the face before allowing Gene to have his fun again. I look at the crowd and begin to usher them of, ignoring the looks I got as if they thought I was insane.

[Gene Wasek]

He was soon on the floor again, me straddling him as I swung my fist into his face. A crowd had appeared again and workers were tugging at my shoulders. Christa comes back to kick him in the nuts and I bite my lip. It looked like it had hurt. I grab her hand before she can get too far and start out of the circle of people.
"Let's go before the cops can get us or something." I mumble, my tone still obviously pissed off. Jason had never known when to shut the fuck up, and -even after that- he probably never would.
"Can we just go home?" I ask as I look at her basket. She wasn't anywhere near her due date just yet, so it wouldn't really matter, right? I hoped not. I just wanted to fucking go home, get drunk and pass out.

[Christa Wilson]

I almost want to tug my hand from his but don't and follow him, not even caring anymore. I just nod at his words and follow him, dropping the basket and walking to the car. My eyes keep down on the ground as I continue walking with him though I wasn't enjoying it like I normally would. Once we get to the car, I crawl in the passanger side, not a word spoken. I refused to speak, think or even pretend like I was perfect and dandy. I lean the seat back and turn on my side, away from Gene. My eyes lock on the outside of the window and I refuse to even look anywhere else.

[Gene Wasek]

I sigh as she doesn't speak, but puts her basket down and we start out into the parking lot. I eventually let her hand go and climb up into the driver's seat, trembling slightly. I was still fucking pissed off. I run a hand through my hair before backing out of our parking space and start down the road. The drive back to our place was short and I park and put my forehead against the steering wheel.
"I-I I'm sorry, Christa." I start, my voice low. "I.. haven't gone off like that in a long time, not since I've met you." I continue, cutting the vehicle off and holding the keys in my hand. "When I start I can't stop, and I hate for you to've seen me that way." I mumble before clicking my seat belt and sliding out for my boots to hit the concrete.

[Christa Wilson]

I ignore Gene's sigh and almost want to keep my face away. Our drive was in silence and all of it drifting heavily. When we stop, I hear him speak and take a moment to listen to his words before shaking my head. "Don't worry about it," I whisper, turning slightly, just enough to look at the roof of the car. I listen to the rest and shrug, looking over as he begins to climb out of the car. I crawl out and stuff my hands in my pants, walking past him and up the stairs. I hated feeling like I was ignoring him though I was just trying to get my thoughts in order. I stop at the top and wait for Gene before pulling him into my arms and putting my head against his chest.

[Gene Wasek]

I watch as she passes me to start up the stairs and my shoulders sag visibly. She was probably afraid of me now, mad at me for have made her leave all of a sudden. I bite my lower lip as I continue to climb the stairs before finally reaching the top. I pull my keys out of the pocket of my denim jacket and start as Christa pulls me into her arms as she laid her head on my chest. I pause for a moment before pulling back slightly and looking at her. She was gorgeous, and I still couldn't believe that she was my girlfriend. I lift her chin up with my finger before crashing my lips to hers. I was still pissed and it somehow translated into the kiss, too.

[Christa Wilson]

I look at Gene as he pulls his keys from his pocket before I hug him. After a minute, his lips are forcefully pushed to mine and I know that he was still upset but there was always something good that could come out of it. I take the keys from his hand as he still kisses me and fumble with them until I find the one that I know opens the door and unlock it. i had become good at this, having to find my way in after going out some nights without a light. I wrap my arms around him and pull him into the house, closing the door behind us and lean against the door, still holding Gene to me as we kissed.

[Gene Wasek]

She takes the keys from my hand and I hear it entering the lock before Christa pulls me inside. A small smirk comes over my face as she closes the door. I brace myself with my right arm on the door, my lips still firmly intact with hers. I nip at her lips roughly, unable to help myself. I just hoped that she wouldn't get pissed and push me away or something. Deep inside, I had a feeling that she wouldn't, but I'd still worry. My other hand rests on her cheek, my thumb stroking her face softly, quite the opposite of my kisses.

[Christa Wilson]

I begin to wrap my arms around his neck and let out a soft moan as he nips at my lips, rougher than normal. I take a moment, considering how this would normally go before I break the kiss to begin nipping at his neck. My hands crawl down his chest and fumble with his belt loops though I don't make any move to take off his pants, just yet. My chest goes to his and I remember what I had heard about at my ultrasound. My hormones were causing my sex drive to go way up. I craved it almost daily it seemed though I really only put it into action weekly.

[Gene Wasek]

Her moan only seems to fuel me onward and I open my eyes as she pulls back. I let out a hungry groan as Christa nips at my neck. I press my lips to the underside of her jaw as her hands trail down my chest before finding the hem of my jeans.
I pull back with a smirk and pick her up to toss her over my shoulder, one arm holding onto her legs so that she doesn't go tumbling to the floor. I flick the lock on the door and start across the living room and to my room, dropping her on the bed. I crawl on top of her and press my lips to hers again, my hands exploring her body.

[Christa Wilson]

I feel his lips on my jaw and gasp lightly before being slung over his shoulder. I don't attempt to fight or even laugh but allow him to carry me to our room and toss me onto the bed before he crawls on top of me. I put one hand on the back of his head and press my lips to his forcefully, lightly tugging on his hair before forcing my shoes off and biting his lower lip. I let out another moan and force his head to my neck before my hands graze down his body to reach the hem of his jeans and being to push them off as I focused on where this was going.

[Gene Wasek]

Her hand finds the back of my head for our lips to stay together firmly, her hands tangling in my hair. I feel her kick off her shoes and hear them hit the floor before Christa pushes my head to her neck. I'm glad to oblige and suck at the warm skin in the crook of her neck, occasionally biting. Her hands trail down my body before pushing at the hem of my jeans. I pull back and sling my legs over the side of the bed to pull off my Vans and undo my jeans to pull them down before pressing my lips to hers.
"Wait two seconds." I breathe, my voice husky. I turn to rifle through my drawers, pulling my shirt over my head as I searched. Finally I come up with my belts, pulling the one I'd been wearing so that I'd have four.