>He's sleeping now, he must be tired after...
>I can't believe I talked him into it, I didn't think he'd agree.
>I'm a horrible girlfriend. I asked a mutual friend of ours to come fuck the ever living shit out of my boyfriend.
>What the fuck is wrong with me? What was I thinking?
>First and last time I ask Wesley to do this. We'll never speak about this ever again.
>I close my eyes and the image of Fang pounding away at my compy floods my mind.
>I shake my head in an attempt to banish those memories far, far away.
>I gently untangle myself from him and carefully crawl off our bed.
>Sweet Raptor Jesus what's wrong with me?
>I stand up and tiptoe my way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
>I sit there on one of the chairs of our small dining table. Simply thinking about the events of earlier today.
>Once everything was over and we were alone again he said he liked it, that he enjoyed putting on a show for me.
>But I know he doesn't mean it. He's just saying that to make me feel better.
>Goddamnit.
>I sigh and down the rest of the glass before quietly making my way back to the bedroom.
>I stop once I reach the doorframe, content with watching him sleep peacefully.
>A smile creeps across my face as I see his chest rise and fall in rhythm with his breathing, noting how his tail gently shifts around every now and then.
>I shake my head.
>I will make it up to him, somehow. No more weird requests.
>Just a normal couple doing normal couple things.
>If after today he wants to take a break or go our separate ways, I'll accept it.
>But if he wants to stay together even after what I had him do, I'll be the best damn girlfriend this cute compy could ever ask for.
>I join Wesley back in bed and wrap myself around him, gently burying my face in his hair.
>It smells like him, and his shampoo.
>God I hope he doesn't break up with me tomorrow or something.
>As I drift off to sleep I feel his tail instinctively wrap around my sides and pull me closer to him.
>I hope we'll be alright