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Don't Know Why	By : JustMeAgain Category: G through L > Ghostbusters Views: 2102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Everything was turning out wonderfully, but one thing was nagging him. He’d been thinking of Rebecca all week, and he couldn’t help but think of how all their lives could have been different. He genuinely liked her son, but she must have conceived him almost immediately after she’d disappeared. Had what they had together meant so little to her? Had she been able to get over him so quickly?
~~~~~ 1992 ~~~~~
Rebecca had spent the entire Christmas weekend with him. He didn’t know what anyone else thought about their absence, but he didn’t particularly care right then and there. It was very late Saturday, early Sunday, and her father was due back that night. She would have to go home, and he didn’t ever want to not be around her again. He especially didn’t want her to have to be around her father anymore. From what he’d read so far, the tension with her father was probably the dominant motivating force of the psychokinetic energy bursts she was having.
She was sleeping now, curled against him. They barely fit together in the bed, but he didn’t mind. It just meant she had to drape herself over his body. She felt so perfect there. Her silky hair tickled his chin, and her warm breath buffeted his chest. He’d read an article that claimed the feelings most often referred to as love were simply the effects of endorphins being released. The article even stated that consuming chocolate triggered the same effect. He’d found it an interesting paper, but it had a flaw. If the chemicals were triggered by eating chocolate, what triggered them when someone was in love? Was being ‘in love’ a real thing, then? The paper had sought to explain ‘love’ as simply a chemical reaction no more significant than eating a chocolate bar. Instead, it had made a case that love actually existed. He hadn’t understood that when he’d read the article, but he did now. He was feeling something he’d never felt before. It went beyond simple lust, though he was feeling a healthy dose of that, too. He was feeling so much more, and it was overwhelming and exhilarating. She sighed in her sleep and stretched her legs, which pressed her torso tighter against his. He held her tighter, and she surprised him by kissing his chest. He felt himself start to harden, and she felt it, too. "Mmm, is this for me?" She murmured, letting her fingertips trail down his chest and abdomen to stroke him until he was fully erect. She kissed his throat, and he shivered all over. He could barely grit out a yes. She rolled him to his back, and he pulled her to sit astride him. She looked sleepy and voluptuous with her hair falling over her and her arms framing her breasts as she held onto his chest for balance. The garnet necklace laid like a drop of blood on her milky white chest as she lowered herself onto him. He groaned and grabbed her hips to hold her there. He didn’t want to ever let her go. He positioned her at an angle that would bring her breasts closer to his mouth and would provide her with clitoral stimulation. She cried out at the results of his positioning, and he was supremely grateful for the anatomy classes he’d been taking. He sucked her pink nipple into his mouth, loving the taste and texture of it as he sucked and nipped it. She whimpered and moved faster, and his headboard banged against the wall. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer, so he slid his hands from her hips to her posterior. The area just below her cheeks and just above her thighs was highly sensitive. A light brushing of the area with his fingertips was enough to cause her to start shaking. Her kegel muscles were contracting around him as she moaned and her orgasm broke. He gripped her harder and buried himself up inside of her as he ejaculated. An electric tingle rode his spine like a roller coaster, and he inhaled the intoxicating scent of the skin between her breasts. She collapsed against his body, and he found her added weight to be satisfyingly comfortable. She nuzzled his neck and made a sound like a cat purring. He felt pleasantly drowsy and must have fallen asleep.
Later that morning she had snuck him back to her house while it was still dark out. She’d wanted to make him breakfast, but there weren’t the right ingredients in his mother’s kitchen. She’d made them something she called peanut butter waffles. She made plain waffles, and, instead of butter, she slathered peanut butter on them and topped them with syrup. It was one of the best meals he’d ever eaten.
Afterward, he’d helped her clean up the dishes, and then she took him to her room. It looked nothing like he’d imagined it would. He’d expected posters and teddy bears. Instead he found books. Lots of books. She had a CD player on the floor beside a mattress, and there was a neat stack of CDs beside it. There was one stuffed panda bear, but that was it. It occurred to him that her father didn’t make enough money to spoil her. The books and CDs were probably gifts from Ray and his parents. Her closet wasn’t very full either, but he saw the blue dress she’d worn at Thanksgiving. He had another odd feeling as he inspected her room. He wanted to give her everything her heart desired. He wanted her to have a closet full of nice clothing, shelves to put her books on, a fancy bed with silky sheets, all the CDs and books she could want. He wanted to take care of her.
They’d showered together, making love under the spray of hot water, and he’d felt awestruck with her. They’d cuddled in her bed, eating gingerbread cookies and looking at her photo album. It was the first time he’d seen a picture of her mother. She was almost a clone of her mother. The only difference was she had her father’s eyes. In the photo her mother stood in profile, showing off her pregnancy. She looked to be at least seven or eight months pregnant. "It looks like you." He told her.
"It is me... in her belly." Becca replied. He felt a strange feeling of satisfaction with the idea of Rebecca bearing him children. She would be a good mother. "This was taken nine days before I was born. It’s hard to believe she’d be dead in ten days." She said, turning that feeling of satisfaction bitter.
"What happened?"
"She lost a lot of blood. They preformed an emergency hysterectomy, but she didn’t come out of the anesthesia. She wound up going into heart failure early in the morning." She explained in a very tiny voice. He held her tightly to him, not ever wanting to lose her. She’d put the book aside and fed him a cookie, kissing him between bites.
Their idyllic weekend had ended too soon, and they’d been forced to meet each other on the sly after that. It was almost impossible to find a place they could meet where they’d not run into anyone they knew. They’d settled on a diner a few blocks from their houses. They saw each other at the Stantz’ house, but they couldn’t kiss or even hold hands there. They’s spent New Year’s Eve there, and she’d pulled him into the pantry to kiss him as 1992 changed to 1993. He’d known then and there he wanted to marry her. The following Monday he’d taken money from his savings account and bought her an antique engagement ring from a pawn shop. The diamond wasn’t huge, but he thought she’d like it. Wednesday was trash night, so he was able to take out the trash and meet her just long enough to ask her to go out with him on Friday night. Her father usually spent Friday nights out, so she could go out without him being there to question her. Her father had died that Friday, though, and, the morning of his funeral, January 13th, Becca had asked to see him that evening at the diner. She’d never shown. He waited there until they closed, and, when he got home, he went to see her at the Stantz house. She wasn’t there, and she wasn’t at her house either.
^{~~~~~ 2008 ~~~~~}
^{He hadn’t seen or even heard from her after that until last week. They’d danced then, too, and she’d ran again. Didn’t she understand he would help her? If she’d just let him, he’d never leave her side. They’d been dancing for three songs when a slow one started. He didn’t recognize it at first, but she did. She froze in his arms.}
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