A moth to a flame: Juice and Dita

Dita held still for a few moments, before moving to kiss his hair.

Having gone to bed naked, he shifted his hips and entered her, laying back and allowing her control.

Dita had learned a lot with Juice the past two months. Wasting no time, she moved against him; resting her hands on his chiseled stomach. She moved slowly, listening to the raindrops hit the pane of the bedroom window.

He bucked his hips up to go deeper and allow her friction. He loved to watch her on top of him, the way her hair created a curtain around her, her olive skin in the dim light. Reachign out, he skimmed the back of his hand down her right side.

Dita moaned, smiling coyly at him. She shivered a little as she got closer to her release.

Needing the closeness, he pulled her down to him, her chest against his, and began to move faster, harder. As he came crashing down, he crushed her mouth to his.

Dita cried out against his lips, her body shivering against him, "I love you." She kept giving him light kisses as she began to relax.

The feather-light kisses made his skin tingle. Putting his arms around her, he drifted back to sleep.

Dita woke up extra early the next morning to shower and make breakfast.Once the food was done, she padded into the bedroom to wake up Juice, pouncing him playfully in the bed, "Hey Don Juan...time for breakfast."

He runbed his eyes and nodded. Taking the time to get dressed and ready for the day before coming out, he pulled on his clothes and made his way to the kitchen.

"Morning."

Dee sat his plate down in front of him: eggs, bacon, toast and sausage. She grabbed her backpack and an apple before kissing his cheek, "I'm late. I probably won't be home till later on tonight. I have to finish that painting for class."

He frowned, " ok. This is delicous, by the way. I'll miss you."

He shoveled the food in his.mouth.

Dita smiled and kissed him gently, "I'll miss you more. Love you." She then hurried off to catch the bus then subway.

His day had sucked. He had gotten an F on a paper, he was tired, and the coach had ridden his ass at practice. He sighed as he sat on the couch, not even motivated anough to eat dinner

Dita came home around 7, some soup and sandwiches in a bag from their favorite deli. She came inside and saw how dim the apartment was, "J? I'm home."

"In here," he called. He was laying on the couch staring at the cieling, just trying to nap.

Dee came in and frowned at the darkness. She turned on a light before going over to sit next to him, "I picked up some dinner."

He rolled towards the back of the couch and hugged himself, "I'm not hungry."

Dita's face was crestfallen, "Oh...but's you favorite...tomato basil and your favorite sandwich..."

Trying to hide the tears from her, he shook his head and buried himself further into the couch.

Dita frowned, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

He let her touch his shoulder, making the tears fall harder, but he didn't say a word.

Dita looked down, "Did I do something wrong?"

He wanted to make her understand, that sometimes his ghosts haunted him and he couldn't cope. He wanted to let her hold him, to let her comfort him, bur it was all he could do to hold himself together. He laid there in silence.

Dita felt tears prickle her eyes, "Okay."

Later on that night when Juice was asleep on the sofa, she packed her bags and left the apartment. She had left her furniture and homecoming dress there with a simple note to sell everything and use the money. She found herself on a plane back to Chicago; wondering if he found someone else instead. Her heart felt broken.

She spent the next day with her mom, crying and then going over her options: she could transfer to Columbia for spring quarter; get a job and try to move on.