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Part Five *I'm really starting to regret having this whole idea for therapy. Kevin is pushing us to ''examine our feelings'' which is something I would rather not do. But, since I agreed to do this, and since I'm giving him my money, I thought I'd give it a try. This week's assignment is to list the top five things I love and hate about my spouse. Okay, here I go! LOVE: HATE: *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* *Five things that I love about Gia: Five things that I dislike about Gia: Okay, what am I supposed to do, now? I wrote a list. I've read the list. This is not helping me understand why we hurt each other. No more therapy for me. This is a major waste of time!* *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ''Gia,'' Nikolas whispered, kissing the back of her neck, "Are you asleep?'' ''How can I sleep with you mauling me,'' she asked, moving away and pulling the covers up over her shoulders. ''I'm not mauling you. I'm kissing you.'' ''Well, stop. I have a test tomorrow morning and I need to get some rest.'' ''You're tense. Let me give you a massage.'' Nikolas started pulling the covers back. Gia resisted. ''If I'm tense, it's because you keep bothering me. Leave me alone.'' Nikolas flopped back over to his side of the bed. He stared at the ceiling, wondering how long she was going to make him suffer. ''Gia...'' ''What?'' she snapped, rolling over to look at him. ''Let me make love to you.'' ''I told you I wasn't in the mood!'' ''Well, if you're so desperate, why don't you go find Emily. From what I hear, she's always in the mood.'' Nikolas got out of bed and stalked from the room, angrily slamming the door behind him. Gia crawled over to his side of the bed. She clutched his pillow to her chest. She was hurting all over. All she ever wanted was for someone to love her. Here she was with this man, who seemed to love her, but who had done this horrendous thing to their relationship. He cheated! And not just with anyone. He slept with EMILY, the world's favorite victim. She knew, as she had since she first met Nikolas in the alley, that he would do anything for Emily Quartermaine. He would give her thousands of dollars whenever she needed it. If there was a dead body or a nudie picture that she wanted to get rid of, Nikolas was who she would call. He would drop everything to pick her up in the middle of nowhere. He would ruin his relationship to give her comfort. So, if Emily meant so much to Nikolas, why was he even bothering with Gia? Her confidence was fading by the day. It had been five weeks since she had found out about the fling, and she still didn't know what to do. She was still sleeping in his bed, but that's all they were doing. Sleeping. They hadn't made love since the night of the fight. Gia was unashamed of her vindictiveness. She had known that night, still she had made love to him. She had practically broken her neck to make it extraordinary. And it had been. He had admitted that it had been flawless. That admission had been enough to launch her revenge. Weeks later, all Nikolas had was memories. ~*~ Nikolas stood at the window, peering out into the dark night. He tried not to look at the blue Mercedes in the driveway. Every time he saw it, he shivered. He missed his Jag. He could still hear the very melancholy tone of the police officer who had called to inform him that his car had been found. It had been missing a few things, though. The tires were long gone, including the spare. The steering wheel had been removed. His Bose stereo had been expertly disconnected and taken. His CDs were stolen. Someone even took his garage door opener. It was a sad world that Nikolas lived in. A world where a man could lose his car and his woman's tender kisses in one day. He sighed deeply, missing his car. No matter how good it drove, his uncle's sedan just wasn't the same. And it was going to take at least another couple of weeks until his new special order convertible came. He stretched out his back, longing to go back to bed, but fearful that Gia would still be awake. He didn't want to face her. He was tired of the pain in her eyes. He was most definitely tired of the continued barbs about Emily. What did he have to do to prove that what happened with Emily would never happen again? His mistake was like a snake squeezing the life out of his relationship, leaving it bruised and discolored, near death, yet still lucid to feel the pain. His guilt was overwhelming. He kept trying to make it up to Gia. He bought her flowers. She pushed them away. He offered to take her to the Caribbean. She laughed. He told her he loved her. She rolled her eyes. There was nothing left to do. He was trying to back off. He wanted her to know that he was willing to wait until she could forgive him. But, he worried that she may never be able to. His worst fear, the most painful thought that coursed through his brain, was that she wouldn't even try. Would she continue to torture him until she lost interest and left? That was not a question he even wanted to think about. His Gia... *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* *I love his mouth, too! I know that there's only supposed to be five, but what the hell...* *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* *Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia's making me go. Therapy is a waste of time. Gia. Gia. Gia. Gia. Gia. Gia. Gia. Gia. I'll have to remember to hide my diary tonight. Gia would be upset if she knew I was scribbling instead of ''examining my feelings'' or whatever drivel Kevin keeps spouting. I hope she doesn't look under the mattress.* *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* She came down the stairs silently, wearing an oversized green T-shirt and nothing else. She stared at his strong back as he gazed out into the black of night. Something had brought her downstairs, had pulled her to him. She hadn't wanted to come. She had wanted to wallow in hurt. Until a few moments ago, she had felt justified in her bitterness. The injured party had the right to be mad, right? But, as she laid in bed, smelling his pillow, she knew that she had hurt him as well. Mean was mean. And she was mean. She leaned against the banister, thinking about her options. Her unhappiness was taking a toll on her. It had to be fixed. She could either leave or she could forgive. Both of those choices made her feel physically ill. Forgiveness was not her strong suit, but the idea of being away from him was disturbing. Tough choices. . . ''Nikolas,'' she said hesitantly. He turned around to face her. ''Gia?'' He looked surprised. ''Do you need something?” ''Yes, I need you to tell me that we're going to be okay.'' His face contorted into a look of grief. ''I can't do that.'' ''Why not? I thought you said you still loved me. Is it Emily...'' ''Emily has nothing to do with anything, Gia!'' he barked, closing the space between them. ''Nothing!'' ''Then why do I feel as if she's everything? She's everything that's wrong with us! We were okay...we were okay until you and she...'' Nikolas growled, slapping the banister with his open palm. ''When are you finally going to admit that we were in trouble before I slept with Emily? She wasn't the problem.'' ''Is this about that silly fight we had?'' ''Silly? You walked out on me.'' ''First of all, you kicked me out! How was I supposed to stay when you told me to go?'' ''Because I didn't want you to go!'' ''Then why did you tell me to leave?'' ''Do you see? This is the problem! We rarely say exactly what we mean.'' ''I don't know what you're talking about,'' Gia griped. ''NO! That's so not true. I wasn't angry.'' ''You were angry!'' ''Not at you....I ...'' ''Gia, it's okay for you to be angry with me. It doesn't mean that you don't love me. It means that you're human. That you have feelings,'' Nikolas said. He stepped up onto the stair beside her. ''Why didn't you just tell me along time ago that my little idiosyncrasies were bothering you?'' Gia looked away. ''Because I'm not my mother.'' ''I've noticed.'' ''Do you have any idea what it's like to be called on EVERY mistake you make? My mom...My mom gives the word critical new meaning...you know that she never really had anything nice to say, not really, not when it came down to things that mattered. I just don't want to be like that. I won't,'' she said, sagging against the railing. ''Love has to be more than just bullying a person into being who you think they should be.'' ''Love has to be more than pinning up all your anger until you bust at the seams. That's not a Gia I want to know. I have seen you tell off perfect strangers for cutting you in line at the grocery store, but it takes you six months to work up enough venom to confront me about my annoying habits.'' ''I want you to love me! Do you know how much your loves means to me? I was afraid. . .'' ''Afraid of what?'' he asked, leaning over to see her face. When she didn't answer, he turned her around, trapping her against the railing. ''What are you afraid of Gia?'' ''That this whole thing is a mistake,'' she replied quietly, hanging her head. ''I shouldn't be living with you, let alone sleeping with you. We are not compatible. I have been trying to force it, trying to overlook the obvious, but your boxcar-rumble with Port Charles' poster girl for teen trauma made everything way too clear. This relationship will never ever work!'' ''You've lost your mind!'' Gia looked up. ''Huh?'' ''If you think,'' he said, roughly taking her face in his hands, ''that you will ever find anyone who loves you half as much as I do, then go ahead and talk yourself out of what you know. Feel free to make yourself believe all of that crap you just said.'' ''It's not crap,'' she protested. ''Ah, but it is. All crap. This relationship will work because we love each other-'' ''Love! Do you really think that is enough to keep us afloat? Better people than us have tried that route and failed. There has got to be more than just some stupid feelings.'' ''You think that it's stupid to love me?'' Nikolas moved his hands to her shoulders. ''Really? Because that's what it sounds like to me. You've spent the past ten minutes telling me that it's stupid for you to love me. Stupid for us to be together. Stupid of you to be with a cheating scumbag like myself.'' ''Nikolas. . . '' He slid his hands down her arms, seizing them above the elbow and pulling her against him. His face came down slowly, his lips came down on hers, hard and persistent. Gia couldn't help but kiss him back. She closed her eyes. Her body melted into his as the kiss continued. She wanted to touch him. Whatever revenge she had planned, was quickly becoming a distant memory. There were sweet sensations in her mouth as he flexed his sensuous skill. He took a step back, still holding on to her arms.
''Look me in the eye,'' he said, his breath coming in ragged chops, ''and tell
me that the kiss we just shared, the passion we have, the love that I know is
there, is stupid.'' ''What?'' ''I love you! Why do I love you?'' ''Seriously, I don't know! I don't deserve you or your love,'' he replied sincerely, ''but I am going to earn it because I want you in my life. I can't lose you now, Gia. I know that my affair with Emily hurt you-'' ''It did,'' she snapped. Nikolas nodded guiltily. He exhaled slowly before continuing, '' and I never want to cause you that kind of pain again. I won't! From now on, I'm all about making you happy.'' ''Do you really want to make me happy?'' ''Yes.'' ''Then start by making sure that you put those nasty boots away. Then, you can practice not scattering the newspaper all over the house....Then, you can take off that shirt.'' Nikolas raised an eyebrow. ''What's wrong with my shirt?'' ''It's in the way,'' she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed his chin. ''In the way of what?'' She smiled, moving to the far end of the step. ''I don't need words. I need action.'' She climbed up three steps before turning around. ''How about I give you a demonstration?'' ''Demonstration?'' ''Yeah, I'll show you how it's done,'' Gia said, quickly yanking her T-shirt over her head. The green fabric landed in a heap at Nikolas' feet. He stared at it for a long moment. ''Does this mean what I think it means?'' Gia, her lithe, under-dressed body leaning against the
banister, smirked, coyly saying, ''Why don't you come find out.'' Chapter 6 |