Grahamas pov

It had been two days too long. They had been playing video games last night and his wound bled through his bandage so she replaced it and he just sat there shirtless and looking at her as she fixed him and touched him. 

They would talk and make inside jokes about when they were young during the day. She was always making sure he didn't injure himself and made sure he was eating. 

The only time I felt I had her, was at night when we were laying together. Even then, throughout the night she'll wake up and check on him, apparently the big tough guy gets nightmares.

"You look exhausted. I don't think he needs round the clock care." I said, caressing her face, getting her to sleep. 

"Gray not this again," she said, talking about my fun little Thomas comments. "Plus, I'm not that tired."

"With, exams coming up, and you're play and taking care of him. Not to mention your father's wedding, it's getting to you."

"So I look ugly?"

"No, fuck, of course not, you're beautiful." She exhaled and came closer to me. 

"I miss you, you know. I'm sorry I'm being helicopter nurse, I feel like it's been ages since we've even kissed."

"I kissed you just before," I said, a little offended. It meant her mind was elsewhere, and now I have a lovely image of her kissing me and thinking of Tommy. 

"I'm sorry," she said and kissed my cheek. She then kissed the other side and then my lips. I just closed my eyes and took pleasure in her. She was mine and I was hers. That was that. Why did I have to be so possessive. 

I held her waist and brought her body against mine and she moaned against my lips, a feeling and noise I could very much get used to. 

She exhaled as I kissed her neck, her scent like gold. My hands gladly roamed along the curve of her body, touching her bare skin beneath her top. She was like melted gold in my grasp. 

She pulled away slightly and I realised it was because some twat yelled from outside the door. I hope he choked. 

"I'm sorry baby," she said, her forehead against mine. 

"It's alright, go check on the actual baby."

"Gray," she said, a warning. 

"I'm not apologising." I was holding her waist and she kissed me before leaving my grasp. I laid back, deep breathing. 

After several minutes I was cold and I didn't want to go to sleep without her next to me. Otherwise I would have horrible dreams about her and Tommy. They were nightmares. But I didn't scream out like a little girl, regardless if the yell was really deep and manly. My voice is deep.

I got up and opened the door a little wider so I could see. She was sitting on the couch, he was laying there and looked like he just woke up. She was checking the scar on his stomach. 

"It's closed up now so you don't need a bandage but you still can't do anything strenuous. A couple days and you should be fine," she said, lowing his shirt. I watched him watch her and nothing made me more angry. Because he looked at her like there was nothing else in the world for him. But he couldn't have her and he wouldn't. 

"Are you still in pain? Don't lie."

"Yes boss. But it's gotten bearable. I don't want to tell you that my face no longer hurts because you might hit me."

"That is wise."

"Though it makes me happy I can still get under your skin."

"You're just an ass." They sat there in silence for a moment or two, he was looking at her and she was looking elsewhere. 

"Same nightmare?" She asked him moving forward so that she was just sitting on the edge, further away from him. 

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry."

"For what Mary?" Twat.

"For my father. I should've helped you in the beginning, to leave."

"You needed me." She looked down. 

"I did. But then you needed me."

"I do."

"No, you don't, not anymore" she said getting up. 

"Am I keeping you?"

"If you're okay then yes."

"I'll be out of your hair in no time."

"No rush, but it would be best, for everyone."

"I understand, I wish things were different. I should've left the business way earlier. But he would talk about you, you see. So working for him was my only connection to you."

"You couldn't call?" 

"You know why I didn't just call you."

"I actually don't know, please share."

"I had to see you at first, when you first started here, then I saw how happy you were, with your new friends, Lucy and Dillon. Even Graham, though you guys bickered, I could tell you cared about each other. So I let you go, for your own good."

"Do you want me to thank you?"

"Don't say anything, just go be happy, I'll be fine." She hesitated a moment and the turned around. 

I laid back down before she returned, and she came in bed and laid there, seemingly in thought. 

"Everything all good?" I asked and she looked at me, her expression changing. 

"Yeah, his nightmare just makes him all sentimental. A baby pretty much."

"Right, are you okay?"

"Um, yeah, I just kind of want him gone, he's annoying." 

At first I could tell she liked having him here because they were close and knew each other. Which was annoying but I knew she was there as a friend. Now she she didn't want him here, which seemed worse somehow. It meant he was getting under her skin and she was avoiding the feelings. I knew she loved me, but there was a pea-sized area in her mind that felt for him still. 

"It's alright," I said to her and I hugged her close. "He'll be gone soon, just sleep." I rubbed her back and she fell asleep. 

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Eleanors pov

I woke up before Graham and was reading the last scene in the script. We were finishing the blocking next week and we were beginning dress rehearsals after that so I needed to have this last scene down. It was my favourite scene. Eliza finally gets her independence and she leaves. Even though she's in love with Higgins. 

"How are you awake already?" He asked and I looked at him. 

"Just getting some script work in before class, plus I need to take Tommy's bandage off and he can start using this cream so he can heal."

"You want him gone pretty quick don't you," he said and I looked back down at my script. 

"Don't you?"

"I was talking about you. Why all of a sudden is he a bother to you? Has he done something?"

"No he hasn't, I had told him to stop saying feelings stuff when he first got here."

"Was it for my benefit or yours though?" 

"What are you talking about?" I asked him, standing up, wanting to leave. 

"When he makes comments about how he feels about you does it affect you."

"Yes, because it was inappropriate." I put on my shoes and went for the door. 

"Don't leave, I'm curious." He said, standing up. He was really pissing me off now. 

"Then what do you mean by affect me?"

"I mean, does it do the same thing to you as it would if I said something like it." I didn't answer and so he came closer. "What was something he said once? He always call you Mary."

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I'll defend you against your father Mary." He kissed down my neck and held his mouth there.

"Your heart's racing."

"That's because you're kissing my neck," I told him as he moved away. "Can you stop with this crap now?"

"No, because you know I'm right."

"Do I really have to prove that I love you." I argued. 

"I know you do."

"Then what's the problem?" 

"Admit that you still like him."

"I don't."

"You don't." He said sarcastically, not convinced. 

"No."

"Alright then." He said, staying put where he stood. I calmed down and only now did I look down at his shirtless appearance. "I thought you were leaving?" He asked me. 

"I was, until you pissed me off." I said, dropping my bag. 

"I pissed you off?"

He looked at my face and stepped closer to me. 

It took 1 second before he crashed his lips on mine, his hand on the back of my head as he kissed me aggressively. My top was off in milliseconds along with my bra. He picked me up, squeezing my ass and dropped me down on the bed, pulling my pants down. 

I pulled his joggers down and reached in his boxers and pulled him out and he yanked my underwear down. 

I pulled on his hair hard as we kissed hard, and his hand went to my throat and I moaned. He thrusted himself inside me all the way, and I groaned out in pain and pleasure. 

He held me down and kissed my skin aggressively, leaving marks. So much pleasure was igniting my insides so rapidly and it felt like I was on fire. A burning body beneath his fiery thrusts. 

"Harder," I said in his ear. 

I brought my hands to his lower back, my nails digging deep into his skin, pushing him into me with each thrust.

Pleasure tore through me as I finished, he kept thrusting as I moaned out, getting close himself. 

He squeezed my breasts and I muttered profanity as he went quicker. He pulled out in a groan, blowing his load on my stomach. I licked it up using my finger, my lips felt raw, bruised. I felt bruised in general, but we needed it. It was angry sex, sexual anger or anger in general, I don't know. 

He stood up and I just laid there. He pulled his pants back up and did the same for me. He turned to grab my top and bra but I stood up, covering myself and I went to the bathroom. 

I got a wipe to clean my stomach, I brushed my teeth and fixed my appearance. I saw bruises forming down my neck and collarbone, even on my breasts. 

I didn't blame him, I was just wondering how we got to this point. I've done the rough sex, but I didn't know I'd be that way with him. 

I walked out and he was standing there with my clothes. He walked over and held my arms out as he put my bra on, and then my top. 

"You alright?" He asked, and I noticed guilt as he glanced down as the marks he left. 

"I'm okay, that was good," I said to him, walked to pick my bag up. 

"We going to breakfast together?"

"Whatever you want, I just have to deal with Tommy." He deep breathed and started getting dressed. 

"Right, I'll go now," he said. 

I walked out, feeling defeated and sore. Somehow that sex made us feel further apart. 

Tommy looked deep in thought as he sat upright on the couch. He was shirtless too, which added to this lovely morning. 

"Morning," I said to him, dropping my bag on the ground. 

"Morning, how'd you sleep?"

"Um, yeah alri-" I paused after hearing my door close. I felt Graham walk behind me to leave and I glanced as he rushed out. "Alright, I um, I slept fine. Have the others gone?"

"Yeah," he said, looking at me curiously. He stood up and walked over to me, he lifted my chin to look at him. "Mary," he said, almost like a question. He wanted to know what was wrong, but I had no idea what to tell him. Him being this close, asking what was wrong just made me want to break down. 

His presence made me feel guilty because I've known him and been close with him for so long that he honestly knew me best and I felt bad about it. 

"I'm not wearing makeup so I'm not sad or anything it's just-" he cut my words off my wrapping his arms around me. His scent and body covered me whole and I felt okay to just cry. 

"It's alright," he said, holding my head. I wrapped my arms around him as tears fell and his skin was so warm it was so comforting. Just hugging him like this made me feel guilty. I couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm okay," I said, moving out of his hold. I wiped my face dry and looked down at his bandage. 

"Hold on a minute, you can deal with my wound later, tell me what's wrong."

"It's nothing."

"I know it's me, him walking out like that was to make you feel like shit about me. Wasn't it?"

"Tom, it's complicated."

"I've been awake, the girls left and it was silent, I heard you guys alright, so how did it go from that, to him walking out that way and you like this?"

"Well before we did what you heard, we had an argument, and it led to that and then he left to go to breakfast."

"I'll kill him." He said and I was confused how the conversation escalated to murderous words and cutthroat tones. I looked up and saw him looking at my neck. I brought my hand to cover my neck and he threw it down and lifted me towards him by my waist. How he could just casually lift me like that. 

"Tommy, it's not like that."

He pulled my sweater down, revealing the other marks that led to my breasts. 

"You can't tell me it's a kink you do, because you look so damn satisfied." He said sarcastically. 

"Just calm down, I'm okay."

"No you're not."

"You can't protect me all the time, I can take care of myself."

"What did he do? Just tell me, because you look miserable. You're bruised and your neck is red, your lips are swollen. Until you can show me a red room to prove you're into this shit, I'm not going to be content with that response."

"It was just more aggressive than usual, okay, I'm not giving you details. Yes, this was him, but I never said no and the usual thing that happens during sex, happened, so obviously I enjoyed it. I don't think I should be telling you about this, okay, we're taking too long as well, I have to go meet him at breakfast with the others."

"Just because you had an orgasm doesn't mean you enjoyed it. And this isn't healthy okay, you not being comfortable with talking to me in fear of what he might say or how fucking possessive he is. I get how that can be attractive, but there's a line that he's beginning to cross. Especially when I first got here when he walked in and saw you and I together that way and you immediately had to make him focus on you. That's not okay." He yelled.

"Well it makes sense for him to feel this way." I yelled back. 

"Why? Because we used to fuck, years ago, and it makes him jealous. Because he didn't like me when I used to visit or how I am with you now. Have we kissed? Had sex? Have you flirted with me inappropriately? No, you haven't. You've done nothing wrong." He said angrily. 

"I guess." I said, looking and stepping back. I heard take a deep breath. 

"No, you've done nothing wrong," he said softly, stepping close to me and making me look at him. "Just talk to him, he can't keep treating you this way, and don't let him do that to you again. I'll be gone tomorrow morning, so that should help."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't you dare apologise."

"I wish you could stay," I said, wrapping my arms around him, starting to sob. "I don't have to explain anything to you, you know me." 

"I hate that you're like this. The sound of you crying breaks my heart and don't apologise." He said, knowing I was about to.

"Okay, we really should get to your injury now."

"Don't rush."

"Okay, well I'll just take the bandage off and you can go shower, and then I just have to put this cream on and we can go eat."

"It will take no time at all." 

I slowly took the bandage off, noticing his bruises above on his ribs were yellowing, meaning they were healing. 

"It's healing," I said, tracing my fingers over the scar and over his bruises. 

"I think my body is just used to it by now."

"Right, I can't think of the amount of times I was fixing you."

"I know." He held eye contact for an extra moment before disappearing in my room. 

I folded the blankets on the couch and stacked the few books he has been reading. Lucy lent him a few. I was surprised he was reading Henry James but more so that Luce had his books; I pegged her for Oscar Wilde or George Orwell. 

I grabbed my script out and sat and read while I waited. It wasn't long until he walked out showered and dressed. I stood up and went to my room to grab the cream and he sat on the bed where I treated him last time, though now it was also the spot Gray and I used earlier. He lifted his top and I stood in front of him.

I bent down which made me wince as I was using sore pelvic muscles so I got on my knees instead.

"He hurt you there too? How did he hurt you there if I didn't even hurt you on your first time?"

"Not an appropriate question."

"Still, is he bigger?"

"Tommy!" I said, looking up at him. 

"What? It's a valid question." He said, still looking down at me. I was very aware that I was on my knees in front of him this way so I hastened with the cream. I gently lathered it on and rubbed it around so it would set in and wouldn't rub off. 

"All done," I said, looking up at him. He pursed his lips and then grabbed my hands.

"Let's get you up, shall we." He lifted me up quickly and turned me away, and I laughed to myself as I went and put the cream away. 

"Do you want a turtleneck or something?"

"Oh, right, I don't want Lucy to see."

"Why? She'll think it was me?" He asked as I turned and took my sweater off. 

"No, I don't want her to think things about her brother." I grabbed a turtleneck and put it on and I walked out. "You're bigger by the way," I added as we walked out the door. I felt him pause and then catch up to me. 

He walked behind me the entire way and once we got to the hall he let me in first and then walked in front of me, as if to cover me. 

We went to get food, and he put it for me as well as carried it to the table. I was trying so hard not to feel guilty.

Graham saw me and glanced at my top I knew he realised why I changed it. Now he looked guilty. 

"Morning everyone," Tommy said with a smile. "How are we all?"

"Good, I'm glad the weather is getting warmer," Dillon said.

"Same, better for swimming." Blake said. 

"I think Luce wants it to be winter again," Cohen added and she laughed.

"No, just autumn at least."

I noticed most of them had finished eating, Graham was poking his food.

"You cold?" Lucy asked and I felt Graham look at me.

"Yeah, I asked her the same thing, didn't get an answer though, maybe she misses the cold as well," Tommy said and Luce laughed. 

"We'll see you guys later. I'll come to your rehearsals, okay," Luce said and I nodded before she left with Cohen. Blake and Dillon shortly followed and beside me I felt Tommy tense. I looked at him, his facial expression was ferocious as he was looking at Graham. 

"Would you like to say something?" Graham said. 

"No, I'm good. Though I know that Eleanor isn't cold."

"You told him?" Gray asked me.

"Don't yell at her, I heard youse and put two and two together."

"Guys, please, just stop. Can we move on please?" Graham deep breathed and Tommy looked at me. "Please?"

"You sure?" I nodded. We went back to eating, and I kept looking at Graham. 

"I'll see you tonight?" He asked me, standing up. 

"Yeah, of course." He leant down and kissed my forehead, before he left. 

I dropped my fork and threw my hands over my face. 

"I can't do this anymore." He was rubbing my back and I just breathed, nervous about tonight. 

"He shouldn't make you feel this way. You have to tell him that, not that I'm crazy about you guys making up and being all happy again, but I want you to be happy."