At the Seams

Fahmeen's POV:

Rolf decided we should head back as the night was creeping in. We had stayed at our cave till the sun disappeared and I regretted nothing.
We lay together on my jacket, and I could tell his ass was starting to hurt.
"Come on, then. Otherwise I don't think I'd leave." I say, getting up off his chest. I pull him up now that he's fully dry and help him into his clothes. Once he finishes zipping up his jacket, he kisses me on the forehead and says,
"Thanks baby."

As we approach the mouth of the cave once more, I find myself looking back as Rolf leads me out.
I will see you again.
This place has etched itself into our hearts, become a home.

"Ugh, I need a shower." I hear his voice above the noisy rain.

We drive back and head up to the apartment. Once we're inside, Rolf is quick to strip again. I follow the trail he leaves and we end up in the bathroom.
Fully naked, he steps into the shower. I go to brush my teeth before joining him. He brushes afterwards. As he starts cleaning himself, I lean against the bassinet and watch him, shamelessly.
"Am I a good show?" He smirks, scrubbing his armpit. Why does that look so sexy to me? Maybe because his abs flex and I can see the details of his biceps.
"Mmhmm." My mouth is full of frothy toothpaste and he just chuckles. He turns around and reaches down, cleaning his downstairs. Mmm his ass.

I spit out what's left in my mouth and finish up, eager to join him.
I'm naked and he doesn't hear me behind him. I lay soft kisses across his wide shoulders and he pauses his cleaning. My hands are eager as they circle his waist and I gently begin stroking his cock. He sighs and tilts his head back.
"Turn around."
He complies and just intensely watches me. I'm not nervous or shy when it comes to pleasing him. His back slaps the wall and he bites his lip as I step closer to him, still stroking his cock. I join our lips and he pushes into me, grabbing my waist.

I leave his lips and continue down his body, licking his chest. I love that he had some hair there, it was blonde and I could barely see it but it turned me on.

...

I'm sucking his cock and I grow wet hearing his groans and moans of pleasure. His hand moves away wet hair from my face as he's keen on watching me.
"Does sucking my cock make you wet?" His deep voice asks. I could only nod as he gently thrusts into my mouth. He knows it does but he loves to ask. Rolf begins groaning louder and cursing in between his pants.

"Okay." He pulls me up and his erect cock slips from my lips. I get pushed against the wall and he pulls my legs around his waist. My hands are held above my head, bound together by his own.
He enters me but stills, I assume because he didn't expect just how wet I got sucking him off.
"Oh baby." He thrusts hard and fast now, spurred on by that fact and we don't kiss. We want to watch the building pleasure on the other's faces. It's difficult not to close my eyes and just focus on his pounding, but his clenched jaw and hard eyes are a vision. A fucking vision.

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Fahmeen's POV:

*It was the the day of her graduation. We couldn't have been more proud of her.
"We need to get going baby."
Rolf kisses me on the cheek and I watch him walk out to the car. There was grey in his beard but his hair was still how it used to be.
This was my cue to call Willow, she's been ages getting ready.*

*"Willow?"*

*I'm walking up the stairs and I can't hear much. Her room door is closed shut. It's weird as she usually keeps it open when she's rushing around getting ready.
"Babe? It's time to go." Knocking on her door, I wait. No footsteps, nothing.*

*I double check the family bathroom and any other rooms and they're empty. I return to the outside of her door. Just before I was about to knock again I hear movement. I press my ear close to the door as it wasn't footsteps but a swinging sound. Fear sweeps over me like a bucket of ice water and I start to slowly panic of the unknown.
"Willow, open this door."*

*After a few seconds I start pushing the door with my body. It was locked. I wasn't getting anywhere.
"ROLF!"
I continue, sweat soaking my hairline and dripping down my face. I'm crying too, I'm scared.
Rolf is running up the stairs and I look back at him.
"What is it?" He demands, already panicking.
"I don't where where she is. Please open the door!"
I move and he starts slamming the door with his shoulder.*

*He grunts of both pain and frustration as it was taking too long. I think he just heard that sound that's coming from inside of the room. Our eyes meet in horror and sickening fear. He tries even harder and I'm helpless, pulling at my hair.*

*Suddenly it opens and Rolf goes still. I don't have to look inside to know what she's done. The shadow of our daughter tied to the ceiling tells me everything. I sink to my knees, my heart sinking further. I close my eyes, body gone into shock.
After a few minutes I feel a hand go around my shoulder. But it's cold and getting tighter. I look up to meet the man with no face staring back at me.*

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Fahmeen's POV:

"WILLOW!"
I wake up saying her name, in cold sweat. My body is trembling as this nightmare was more vivid than the last. Rolf isn't beside me, I think he's left early for work.
I'm exhausted from this. I slump into the bed and sob. I don't know what this means anymore. I hold my stomach, frightened for what may pass.
Who is the one that will hurt you, baby?

*A few hours later:*

I'm sitting in English, not being able to concentrate. I hold my head in my hands, a throbbing headache keeping me from looking up at him. He watches me, like a worried parent throughout the lesson. I have to avoid his stare because I couldn't explain myself anymore. He told me they're just dreams but I believe they're something else. A premonition. A sign. A threat. If he won't believe me then there's no point talking about it with him anymore.

I turn back to Georgia and she looks distracted too.
"Are you okay?" I ask her. She looks at me as if she's seen me for the first time today.
"Yeah babe. Just tired, Ast's been keeping me up late most nights."
She's trying to distract me but that smile isn't real.
"We need to talk." I turn back around, not giving her the chance to refuse me.

...

"Fahmeen, I'm going-
"Not now Professor." I tell him, aware of my classmates walking past us. Rolf looks at me confused from behind his desk, he looks taken aback but I need to go.
I take Georgia's hand and leave.

We're in the toilets, alone I believe.
As we stare at each other, I'm shocked at how I haven't seen it. How drained my friend is.
"Georgia, what's happened to you?"
She's fighting something in her head and she looks away from me.
"I don't know what you mean. I'm happy, can't you see how happy he makes me?!"
He?

"Who, Aston?
I didn't know we were talking about your boyfriend."

...

Fahmeen's POV:

Fear runs through her as I seem to have exposed a secret. Something I wasn't supposed to know. I walk to her slowly, cautiously as she wraps her arms around herself. Suddenly, Georgia breaks down crying. Completely sobbing.
"Georgia." I bring her into my arms, her head just rests on my shoulder. I feel so protective over her, so worried.
"What has he done?"
I make sure to speak softly, I don't want to spook nor pressure her but I need to know if she's in danger.
"There's nothing to tell, I'm just being dramatic." I can feel the wet spot as she speaks into my jumper. Her words are muffled and she's still crying but I can understand her. I always do.

"This is bad. He's hurting you, even if it isn't physical but it's just as painful." I look at her now, making sure she gets how serious I am.
"You don't have to tell me details but leave the asshole. You owe him nothing."
She immediately starts shaking her head no. He's really gotten to her.
"Georgia, please think about it. Can you at least think about it?"

She calms down and allows my words to run through her mind. My girl will think about it.

...

My baby was kicking me all day long, it was like she was talking to me. Telling me things will be okay. It made me excited to go home and see her dad.
Speaking of him, I'm waiting at our spot after school and he's yet to turn up.
"Come on, come on."

After another five minutes, I text him. No reply. My patience was wearing thin, I wish he would've told me then I wouldn't have missed the bus.

I managed to catch a bus forty minutes later, and it was raining too. Rolf still hadn't text me and I was beginning to worry.

Once I was at the apartment I sighed of relief, entering the elevator. Being here always reminds me of the intimate moments between Rolf and I.

I let myself in, using the key Rolf made for me. There were voices. Multiple voices coming from... Rolf's play room. Where he does his wood work. I'm walking towards the room and I pass by unfamiliar jackets. Have we intruders or unexpected visitors? Is Rolf here? I haven't been to the car park so I really have no clue. Enough wandering.
I freeze at the doorway. I didn't expect this.
"Fahmeen?" His eyes widen, suddenly remembering me.
"Fahmeen, oh crap."

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Fahmeen's POV:

"This is her?" She asks, I feel her completely assessing me. It's hard standing here being judged by someone you've never met before whilst your man just stands there with a dumb look on his face.
A little boy, probably five runs up to me and waves.
"Hi!" His smile is toothy and those cheeks look edible. I'm in love.
"Hi!" I crouch to his level and ignore the two at the back. If they're going to act weird then they can act weird together.
"I'm Fahmeen, and you are?"
He has auburn coloured hair but brown eyes which were similar to the woman. I'm guessing she's his mother, seems like he didn't get the smile from her though. She's almost scowling at me.

"Baby I'm sorry I didn't pick you up."
"Archie." The boy tells me and I don't acknowledge Rolf's apology yet. He can wait.
"Are you hungry, Archie? I am, let's go look for some food."
As I take his hand, he's giddy and excited.
"May I?" I look to her. She stares at me for a few seconds.
"This is Jessie." Rolf tells me, I should've guessed.
"Sure." She crosses her arms and then I see the way she smiles so sweetly at Rolf, as if she's waiting for his praise. I hold back my scoff and walk away with little Archie.