Punk In Love's

Recollecting

"It's time you stopped daydreaming Chelsea." Peter brought back Chelsea consciousness to the surface. Chelsea immediately turned to the man sitting next to her. He received the glass of warm lemon tea that the man had made earlier.

They are currently sitting on the balcony seats of Chelsea's room, their view leads to a guardrail between the apartment area and the local settlement. They saw some local residents were especially worshiping at the temple of each house. Mature brown-skinned girls with frangipani flower makeup in between her ears wave in front of a small temple. Under the temple lay some offerings neatly arranged in a circular container. It is a sacred ritual of Hindus in Bali, they do it every morning and evening.

"What were you dreaming about?" Peter immediately asked what he wanted to ask.

Chelsea silently looked at the warm lemon tea that she had caught with both hands. His eyes still look puffy, with a red hue at the tip of his nose angled Peter growling with anxiety to see the other side of Chelsea. Maybe if another woman after crying great, she will look ugly by anyone who sees her. But not with Chelsea, his own face actually makes Peter's heart rippled hold as strong as his soul to not re-capture it tightly. Chelsea's fragile look, moved him to act like a protective knight.

Chelsea stayed silent for a long time. His gaze was narrow, with his mouth tightly closed. He seemed reluctant to tell her what he saw in his dream. For Peter, Chelsea in front of him now looks so frail. The always radiant face turned grim. No more swearing or teasing coming out of the mouth spicy nan sexy.

Peter tidied a little piece of Chelsea's hair to pin it behind the woman's ear. With his warmest gaze, Peter tried to convince Chelsea that everything would be fine. He gently rubbed the woman's hair, trying to channel a sense of calm in her caress.

"How did you get here?" Chelsea switched the subject after a long silence.

Peter looked at her fixedly, how the ripe lips turned pale with sadness that still framed her in a pretty face.

Peter is not a selfish man, he understands the implicit intent of Chelsea who are still reluctant to tell what happened to him. Peter understands that, and he does not want to push Chelsea further to open up to him. In his heart, he was sure to arrive at a time when Chelsea voluntarily told him about himself, his life and even his problems. Peter was sure, in the end he would be the leaning place for the woman.

"I've been calling you since Chelsea morning. Your phone's been dead for a long time." Peter begins to tell the chronology of his arrival to Chelsea's apartment.

"Somehow I was worried about you back then. And decided to come here directly." he said later.

Chelsea looked happy. He gulped down his lemontea slowly before he again asked.

"Then how did you get in?" ask Chelsea then.

"I'm asking the area guards for help here." I'm Peter.

"You okay?" peter asked when he saw Chelsea daydream again.

"Ah, yes.. I'm doing fine. Thanks Peter, you came at the right time." Chelsea remembered how grateful he was to see Peter in front of him when he woke up from his nightmare.

Drrr... Drrtt...

Not yet Peter answered Chelsea's thanks, Chelsea's phone that has been activated again rang.

Chelsea got up from her seat, walking to grab the phone she put on the nightstand. Peter drinks his lemontea, while his ears standby listening to Chelsea talk with someone.

"Yes I'm fine Abigail" Chelsea told Abigail across the street.

Peter tried to relax when Abigail's name was mentioned by Chelsea. He is aware of his position. Chelsea are still in bondage status with the lesbian woman.

"You're coming back?" Chelsea confirmed what he heard.

"Dear, tomorrow I might be back there." Abigail smiled excitedly eager to meet her lover.

Chelsea remained silent. I don't know why his head feels full. He looked up at the balcony behind him. His eyes were busy looking for Peter who was still sitting on the balcony chair.

"Darling..?" ask Abigail astonished.

"Ah yes, that's good. I'll be waiting for you here." said Chelsea quickly as his focus began to return to Abigail.

"What's up?!" Abigail feels something is wrong with her boyfriend. "Is there something I don't know?"

"There's nothing Abigail, I was just wondering if I should cancel my meeting with a client at La Plancha so I could pick you up at the airport." Chelsea gave the most logical reason in her mind.

"You don't have to pick me up, I'll meet you directly at La Plancha." Abigail smiled cheerfully across the street.

"I didn't realize I wanted to see you, baby." she continued.

"I'm also impatient." Chelsea's sentence hung up when he turned around and his eyes saw Peter standing on the balcony doorstep. Chelsea's back to the door made him unaware that Peter was looking at him from behind. I don't know since when.

"Well, I'll call you later. I'll take my leave first. I love you honey." said Abigail happily.

"I love you too." Chelsea hesitated. He turned off his phone without cutting his eyes on Peter.

Peter walked up to him.

"Abigail is coming back?!" peter asked, relaxed.

"Yes." said Chelsea briefly.

"When will he come back?"

"That means I have less time to get close to you."

"You can get close to me like a friend, can't you?!" Chelsea's eyes follow where Peter goes. Peter stopped at the exit of the room.

"I didn't approach you just to be friends, you know that, right?!" Peter looked at Chelsea who stood still. He saw the woman's fingers were busy squeezing the tip of the pajamas he was still wearing.

"You have to stop approaching me, Peter" Chelsea said firmly. He doesn't want to get more comfortable with the closeness that Peter creates. He was unable to cope with the consequences he would have to accept later.

"Why is that?" peter asked walking closer to Chelsea again. For God's sake, he's not satisfied with what Chelsea said. How could Chelsea tell him to stop approaching, when he was completely captivated.

"I already have a lover, have you forgotten?!" chelsea said cynically. His heart was pounding wanting to forget that fact.

"How do you feel right now for me, Chelsea?"

"It's normal." Chelsea are lying. His status made him have to deny his own heart. Abigail is too kind to accept her betrayal. He remembered that it was Abigail who helped him recover from his trauma, he also made Chelsea's nightmares slowly disappear before finally reappearing like last night.

"really?" Peter tried to make sure.

"Yes. I've reminded you that your efforts will be in vain Peter. You expect too much." Chelsea could not see the eyes of Peter who looked at him closely. He did not see that Peter was grinning at him.

"I have to prove it." said Peter casually. He believes Chelsea are only covering up the growing feelings towards him.

"You mean?!" Chelsea raised her head looking in wonder at Peter.

Without warning, Peter's lips landed on Chelsea's lips. Peter is in control. Chelsea widened her eyes in shock at Peter's recklessness, she opened her mouth ready for protest. But Peter is too good at this, taking advantage of Chelsea's slightly open lips by slipping his tongue inside. Chelsea's eyes were round when Peter felt his tongue had set in his mouth. In the next second, Chelsea looked confused, he did not know whether to push and slap Peter or follow the winding of Peter's tongue in there. Because really, Peter's kiss was burning his soul. Forcing him to be lulled in the twists of a sensual tongue.

Peter is too good at pampering women, it's too intimate and intense for Chelsea. And, my God, Chelsea likes it. During this time, the trauma made him close himself to another man until he forgot his nature as a woman who still needed a man in his life. Especially when he began a lesbian relationship with Abigail, it made him further out of reach of the men.

Then if so, should he be grateful with Peter's recklessness to keep approaching him?. Until finally he could feel the touch of a man as soft as the sweep of Peter's lips on his lips.

Peter felt no rejection from Chelsea, his hand moved to guide both Chelsea hands to circle around his waist. Chelsea said her hands were tightly wrapped around Peter's waist. Chelsea tried to reciprocate Peter's tongue, slowly at first and then turned a little bolder. Peter smiled happily in his heart, he was getting more and more excited to keep fondling Chelsea.

Peter guided Chelsea step up to the bed, he lay Chelsea's body slowly without removing the linkage of his lips. Chelsea's lips are too sweet for her to let go. The two increasingly docked bodies were immersed in an insatiable passion. Both of their heartbeats were pounding faster. When the oxygen supply was depleted, the two let go of the hot kiss for a moment but before long the kiss was re-woven.

Peter did not want to stop. Chelsea's tiny body is too tempting for her to buy. The smell of his body was so intoxicating that Peter seemed to lose consciousness.

Peter felt Chelsea's body tremble with passion. Chelsea felt so soft, so beautiful, so tempting to explore. Like a forest untouched by humans. Peter wants to go through every inch of Chelsea's body.

Slowly Peter put his hand in Chelsea pajamas. Gently stroking her slender waist continued down the abdominal area. Peter lingered in the area, in his mind he imagined Chelsea were already naked. The beauty of Chelsea's curves is clearly illustrated in Peter's delusion, making him growl want Chelsea to unite with him. Peter continued to caress the surface of Chelsea's skin, the surge of his desire made him unconscious of Chelsea's wide-open eyes staring at his closed eyes.

Chelsea tensed. Peter's caress made him gasp. Albert Wilson's shadow suddenly came back to disturb him. The vile and barbarous acts of his stepfather were vividly depicted in every touch of Peter's fingers on his body.

Chelsea shook her head hard, to shake the lips that had originally occurred. Peter was surprised. He opened his eyes and saw Chelsea's eyeballs tightly shut.

Chelsea was increasingly afraid when pieces of memory of sexual abuse he experienced first like back felt.

Peter is increasingly surprised to see Chelsea's tense body look like a fear. He stopped all his movements, his hands gently stroking Chelsea's temple. While Chelsea's mouth was rummaging incoherently. The tears and tears began to wash his cheeks. Peter is getting confused, he doesn't understand what happened to Chelsea.

"No. No. Please stop Dad." messing with Chelsea, his eyes stared intently at Peter who was confused. In the view of Chelsea, Peter's face turned into the face of Albert who was smirking satisfied to enjoy the pain of Chelsea.

"No. Untie me. I beg you to let go. It's paining. Please let go." Chelsea pleaded with Peter. Peter seemed upset, with the change in Chelsea's attitude.

"Chelsea, what's wrong with you? Hey!" Peter shakes Chelsea's shoulders.

Chelsea cried hysterically, she roared like she was back in pain. Peter's touch was reminiscent of Albert's cruel hands. Chelsea's body trembled feeling the pain, the lash marks on his back felt sore like just yesterday he got it. His breath is hunting for help. While both hands hit the chest field Peter.

" Go away.. Unhand me!" Chelsea Benthic. He could not distinguish between fantasy and reality.

Peter was in the fog, he was forced into a struggling Chelsea. His hand moved stroking the long blonde hair that was starting to fall apart.

"Silence, baby, calm down. Its me. Peter." - peter." Peter tried to calm Chelsea down. Many times he whispered a soothing word in Chelsea's ears. Until finally Chelsea began to realize and look calm in his arms.

"It's me, Peter. Me here. I love you, I won't hurt you, baby. You're fine with me." Peter unceasingly calmed Chelsea down. Every now and then he kissed the softly cold sweaty Chelsea temple.

"What's wrong with you, baby? What are you hiding?" peter murmured in his heart.

Today was a great day for Peter. Chelsea have repeatedly surprised him. Not yet he had time to ask for the scar that runs across his back, now he finds another side of Chelsea. Chelsea are tough and always look cheerful, it turns out to have a trauma that seems very deep. Peter has to find out. He won't calm down until he knows the truth.

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