Cimmy’s Notes: This chapter took me hours to proof-read. The next chapter is also smutty, so that’s something to look forward to.

Chelsea; you think Fred’s dad is Donald Sutherland? Somehow I can’t really picture that. Of course, I’ve only seen him in one movie, so maybe that’s why? Oh, and don’t worry about reading this story, it’ll take a while before I’m done with it. I’m surprised you had the patience to finish It’s Summer In My Heart in that few days. You’re a fan of Anthony, right? You should really read Kristine’s story It’s My Life, it takes place before Summer... and is about Lex and Anthony. Okay, I’ve ranted enough.
enchanted-littlelies: I’m so glad you love my story, and I hope it’s mostly fun to read it. Sometimes I get sort of angsty. I don’t know why, really... I promise to update, like, right now.
Show-Your-True-Colours: Thank you for your nice review, and thanks for finding it funny. I’ve read some of your stories too, but I’m a lousy reviewer, because I never review (duh). You’re a good writer too, and I promise to continue now.

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Chapter 11. Mending Frustrations
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    I slam the door closed, searching for Catalina. She’s over by the window, looking at the view she was going on about earlier. “I hate being here,” I announce, sounding like a kid, being mad because he has to go to school or something. Oh, God I hope Bailey doesn’t inherits my whining.

    Catalina skips over to me and puts her arms around my waist. I hug her back, taking in a deep breath, smelling her shampoo. Is that banana? “Poor baby,” she murmurs. “Did the other kids play unfair in the sandbox?”

    “Sort of, yeah,” I say, tugging her closer. “Where’s Bailey?”

    “Mikey’s watching him,” she whispers, grabbing my shoulders so she can lean up to me.

    Just when she’s about to kiss me, I pull away. “Are you kidding? You left him with Mikey? How totally irresponsible!”

    “Well, I didn’t have much of a choice, you could’ve told me that I was going here!” she exclaims, still holding on to me, but now with a much firmer grip. I wrinkle my nose. I don’t like the thought of Bailey being left alone with Mikey. Yes, it’s an old friend of Catalina’s, and yes, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. But still, he’s from the wrong neighborhood to be watching my child! Oh, help me God, I sound like my mother.

    “Now I can’t concentrate,” I explain, even though I’m lying. She must know that too, because she just gives me a teasing gaze. “What?”

    “Nothing,” she says causally. Okay, I give in. I quickly press my lips against hers, kissing her roughly. She just squeals, smiling as I push her up against the wall. “You loose.”

    I have to laugh. “No, I win,” I point out, removing her sweater. She tries to squirm out of my grip, but I’m prepared for her tricks. I pick her up from the floor, my arms around her back, and she wraps her legs around me, panting. I try to get my shoes off, but loose my balance and we both fall. She lands on top of me. Great, now I have to start all over again.

    I hastily remove my belt, while she tries to pin me to the floor, like I always do to her. The difference is, I weigh a lot more then she does. I put one hand behind her head and roll her over, kissing her even more intensely now. I need this; I need to get my frustrations out.

    My lips move over her face, down her throat and towards her chest. She grabs my shirt, trying to work the buttons, like she always does. She gasps for air again, so I decide to move even faster. Yes, I’m not doing it for her; I’m doing it for me. I love that she’s here, I just do.

    As the foreplay proceeds, I decide to make it clear that it’s necessary that I get to set the rules. She’s fine with that too; she never speaks against me, not even in bed. Sometimes I think that I should really take advantage of that in some way, but that’s really not me.

    The harsh kissing makes my lips ache, but I can’t stop. We get up from the floor and I push her onto the bed, while I’m trying to forget all about stupid MacCallister, Clairmont and Miller Corporation. In my search for more skin to kiss, she shifts her position under me. I’m probably too heavy.

    I pick her up once more, just so I can reach behind her and undo the clasp on her bra. Catalina kisses my shoulders, making me sigh with pleasure. She lies down again, making herself comfortable underneath me, while I try to come up with something clever to say. Don’t ask me why, I just get my attacks sometimes. I open my mouth, but she beats me to it, tugging me down so she can kiss me again.

    “We need a condom,” she murmurs into my ear. I shake my head. Of course we don’t, doesn’t she remember that? She starts nodding, while I continue to shake my head. “Please, Fred.”

    “I don’t have one,” I growl. “We never use one. Why would we need one now?”

    She shrugs, chewing on her lip. “It’d make me feel safer. Please.” What can I do, refuse to use one? I roll my eyes, realizing that I’m not the only weird one in this relationship. I don’t see the point. She can’t get pregnant, and it’s just as messy either way.

    Anyway, I can’t really wait until her feeling fades away, because I’m really turned on now. I go through the drawer next to the bed, looking for a pack of condoms. This is supposed to be a five star hotel. Don’t they provide with contraceptives anymore? “Are you sure?” I whine. “I can’t find any.”

    Catalina looks unsure. “I guess...” What do I do now, huh? My hormones are running wild, but she doesn’t want to.

    “Wait, I’ll go look,” I offer, rummaging around in the drawer one last time. “Oh, I think I found something.” My heart skips a beat. It’s ridiculous to be this happy about sex, but I think I’m sexually frustrated as well.

    “Good.” Catalina smiles nervously. What’s wrong with her tonight? She’s never nervous. Unless I make her nervous, but I don’t think I’ve managed to do that just yet. I brush my hands against her arm, kissing her gently over her breasts. She squirms again, breathing heavily. She opens her mouth to say something, but her words just come out as breathless murmuring.

    I move away from her, trying to get the pointless condom out of the wrapping. Jesus, I haven’t used one of these since... Ha, almost since high school. Catalina finally takes it away from me; when I unsuccessfully give it a fifth try. “What are you doing?” she whispers, still panting. My own breath isn’t as calm either, but I never notice my own actions until afterwards.

    “Hey, you do it. You were the one insisting we’d use it.” Catalina gives me a tired look, breaks open the wrapping and gives me the condom. Fine, I’m not very handy. We’ve already established that.

    She just smiles, shaking her head. I proceed kissing her, trying to figure out what kind of game she’s playing. But I don’t care. I just need to have sex. She’s my wife, so I can’t ‘fuck’ her, because that would sound wrong. Although, that’s what I really want to do.

    She tightens herself around me, her arms around my back. For easier access, she spreads her legs widely, and I move my own leg to avoid getting kicked again. I want her so bad. My hand begins to wander, exploring every bit of her body. Once again she tries to shift her position, but I’m too stubborn to let her.

    Her skin is so smooth. I can’t stop kissing her. It’s addictive. I try to place my hand between her legs, but she moves sideways for some reason, almost rolling us both out of bed. Now she’s acting strange. Since when do you make love sideways?

    Since there’s no time for me to decide what to do, I just push into her. It feels good for me, and she doesn’t seem too bothered about it, moaning quietly. As she begins to tense up, I automatically push harder. She puts her hands against my hips, forcing me in the last bit, even though it’s not necessary. I groan, as we both get into that usual rhythm.

    “Don’t stop,” she begs me, tracing her fingers over my spine, making me shiver. I can’t do much else but nod. I’m too aroused to know the difference. My one hand is rubbing her breast, while the other one is holding on to her leg. I dig my toes into the mattress, trying not to be too loud.

    My frustration makes me want her even more. I need to get everything out of my system, and it’s either this or killing someone. That’s why I’m moving faster, slamming into her, making her wail out, hopefully more with pleasure then with pain. “You okay?” I have to ask, afraid to take things too far.

    Catalina holds her breath, trying to gather herself to answer my question. “Yeah,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.” My muscles are beginning to go on some sort of strike, because I can’t hold on to her with the same strength anymore. My heart is pounding fast, ironically at the same pace as I’m pounding into her. But I can think about that later. I’m occupied with other things right now.

    A thought pops into my brain. I’m hungry. I could really use some food, because I’m getting light-headed from the effort. Why am I thinking about food? I guess I need to block out my real emotions, like lust and passion. My arms are feeling numb, Catalina is holding on to them with all of her might. This is not a lot, but enough when you’re tired.

    “Fuck,” she cries out, obviously frustrated too. I have to smile. I just have to. Her fingers dig into my arm, and she moves her hands down over my back, placing them somewhere above my waist. I moan when she squeezes my skin in a firm grip, my hand quickly travels over her leg, up towards her stomach and settles under her arm.

    While I’m moving faster, she pushes her hips up, trapped in some overwhelming daze. We move together, like always, we know each other so well by now that we know the moves and the feelings, but it still feels so fucking good every time.

    She buries her face into my neck, slowly kissing me down over my cheek bone, ending up at my lips. Her kisses are hungrier this time. Maybe she’s hungry too? No, can’t think about food now! Concentrate, Fred, concentrate. I dig my tongue into her mouth, probably giving her a much too violent kiss. She’s getting closer to the final, and so am I. I try to move my mouth away from her when I finally can’t take it anymore, but she places her hands behind my head, forcing me to stay put.

    My muscles aren’t really to count on anymore. But I can feel that they exist, because every time I as much as move, they scream back, making me whine even more. My harsh breath hits her face, and she moans into my mouth, making me grunt back. A bit unexpectedly, she goes into ecstasy before I do. It’s usually the other way around.

    Her screams are muffled by my mouth, still pressed against her lips. As soon as she starts to convulse in that way she always does, I disappear into my own world of delight and the feeling of being fulfilled. She came before I did, but it doesn’t matter, because I’m so bewildered that I can’t think straight. Can anyone think straight in this situation?

    Catalina breaths deeply, I can feel her chest move, lying on top of her like this. Rough sex, huh? I can’t remember the last time we did this. It’s been too long, that’s for sure.

    That tense feeling settles throughout my whole body. Catalina is just trying to catch her breath, still holding on to me for dear life. I have to loosen her grip around my back, she’s hurting me. I didn’t notice it until now, which is probably a sign that I have been a bit too thoughtless with her emotions.

    “Thank you,” I whisper into her cheek, kissing her gently. I don’t know why I said that. It makes me feel dumb. But she just smiles at me, stroking my back with her hands. Her fingers have finally stopped ripping into my sore skin. “I love you.”

    “I love you,” she replies, taking one last deep breath before completely sinking into my arms, exhausted and tired. I lie on top of her for a few moments, before the ability to move returns. She’s still not moving, just watching me while I roll over to the side, bringing her with me. She nuzzles her head in against my chest, sighing contently. I rest my chin on her head, my arms hugging her tight.

    “We should do that more often,” I say, just to have something to say. She doesn’t answer at once. Then she snorts. “What?”

    “Not right now, I hope. You sort of made me tired,” she smiles, tilting her head up, looking at me with the most affectionate eyes ever.

    “No,” I agree. “I’m not sure I’ll survive one more time.”

    “Maybe later,” she murmurs, moving back into my embrace. “I’m a bit too numb right now. Sore, maybe. I don’t know. You know, pain and pleasure. It’s nice.”

    I snicker, trying to hide it. “Later, okay? Not now.”

    She crawls closer, increasing the heat I already have enough of. But I don’t care; I don’t even remove the cover. I just lie there, feeling less stressed then before. My migraine is gone, my frustration is too. It’ll be back tomorrow, probably. But right now, I just want to enjoy this feeling.