I'm Not That Perfect

"I’m so sorry." I said, looking at the floor in the passenger seat of Austin’s car.
"Stop apologising. You’re making me feel worse. This is my fault. I never should have said what I said in London." Austin sighed. "How’s your face?"
"Been better. Yours?"
"He didn’t even get one hit in." Austin chuckled. "My badass girlfriend kind of decided to turn herself into a human shield."
"He’s a real piece of shit. I should have listened to you." I said.
"Don’t worry about it, Ave. We need to get you cleaned up." He said. After a pause, he continued. "I really am sorry about what I said in London. You know how jealous I get. That’s no excuse though. I was being a dick. I’m really sorry, babe."
"It’s fine, Austin. I’m just really glad you got there when you did. Who knows what would have happened if you-"
"Don’t think like that, baby." He soothed, taking one hand off the steering wheel and placing it on mine.
"How did you know?" I asked.
He knew what I meant. “You had this terrified look on your face whenever you two were going outside. I just had this feeling that I needed to make sure you were okay. If you wanted to screw him, fine. But if he tried to hurt you or anything…”
I looked over and smiled. “You’re fantastic.”
He pulled me over and put his arm around my shoulder. "I missed you. I couldn't bear it; four days with you being angry with me. It was unbearable."
"I hate fighting." I murmured.
Austin parked the car and lifted my face up to look at him. "Stop beating yourself up. We have Ronnie Radke for that."
I laughed, following him inside. "You asshole! I thought you were going to say something sweet and metaphorical, but no. Not you."
"Let Dr. Carlile fix that eye right up." He said, grabbing me by the waist and setting me on the counter then running off to find his first aid kit. "Okay, patient. What are your symptoms?"
"I got punched in the face." I said blankly.
"Okay, Miss Carter. The first thing we're going to do is clean this shiner in case there are any lacerations or cuts." Austin said, gently wiping around my eye. "Now, does it hurt?"
"Actually, yeah. You know doctor, I know a few other things you could do to take my mind off it." I replied.
"And what did you have in mind, Miss Carter?" He asked, moving in closer.
I kissed his neck, finding his weak spot. "Maybe you could use some ice, idiot."
He pulled back and glared at me. "I was thinking of some more. . . internal treatment."
"Or you could get me some ice because my eye hurts like hell because I got punched." I suggested.
"Sure, baby. Whatever you say. You owe me one though." He replied.
"I've been told that I'm very fun to have sex with after I've been pissed off. Jack said that, actually." I said, just to fuck with him.
"Baaabe." He whined. "I'm sorry, okay? And now I'm picturing you and Jack and it's weird."
"I'm just fucking with you." I giggled as Austin approached me with a bag of peas and pressed it gently to my eye. "That feels so good."
"I can think of something else that can make you feel good." He said softly. I leaned up to kiss him, all the while still holding the peas to my face. I wrapped my legs around his waist and put my arms around his neck as my dress moved up. He untied the back and let it drop and I lifted his shirt up. . . and then the phone rang.
"Don't answer it." I groaned.
"I have much more important things to do right now." He said huskily into my ear.
I undid his belt and pulled his pants down. There wasn't much farther to go now. I moaned as he slid into me. Fucking in the kitchen was a first, for me at least.
"Did you miss me?" He smirked.
I bit my lip. "This isn't the time for talking, Austin."
He stopped abruptly and raised his eyebrows.
"Fuck!" I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him back. "Yes, I fucking missed you."
"You've got a dirty mouth." He chuckled.
**
He checked his phone several minutes later. "Oh, it was Vic."
I didn't reply; I was lying on my back on the counter, breathing heavily and icing my eye.
Austin called Vic back and out it on speaker for my listening enjoyment. "Hey!"
"Hey, man. Everything all right?" Vic asked.
"Yeah, what's up?" Austin asked.
"Everyone's talking about how Avery got beat up by Ronnie Radke. Literally everyone. It's on Alt Press, Idobi-"
"Lovely." Austin rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't say she got beat up. She just has a black eye, but he was trying to hit me."
"So you're saying you were fighting Ronnie and Avery decided to get in the middle so he hit her on accident?" Vic asked.
"Actually, that's exactly what happened." Austin replied.
"Hold on, Jack wants to-" Vic started.
"Hey, is Ave okay?" Jack demanded into the phone. "Where is she?"
"Currently she's lying naked on my counter. She's fine." Austin said shortly.
"Oh, good. We were worried-"
"Yeah, yeah. She's okay. I have to take care of her." He snapped, hanging up.
I got off the counter and grabbed one of his tank tops from the dryer. "You're hot when you're jealous."
"Glad you think so." He replied.
"I'm tired." I said, leaning into him.
"Come on. You had a long day." He smiled, carrying me upstairs. He went into his room and I into the bathroom. I left the door open, brushing my hair and singing softly.
"From the busy parks
To the icy tides
Some day we'll decide
Where we want to live out our lives
Form out into sparks
Tumbling along
Keeping the heat on
Even though summer's come and gone
I would sail across the east sea
Just to see you on the far side
Where the wind is cold and angry
There you'll be to take me inside
We'll find ways to fill the empty
Far from all the hysteria
I don't care if we suddenly
Find ourselves in Siberia."
"You should sing more often." Austin said, leaning in the doorway and watching me.
"That song makes me think of you." I smiled sleepily.
He laughed softly. "You're adorable. Come on."
I fell asleep to his uneven heartbeat and I knew that I never wanted anything else.

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