R for language
friendship asks that you give.
when the one who you call a friend is in need... you give.
you give the truth
you give a lie
you give a smile
... a shoulder
she asked me for... sorbet.
Does friendship mean you give your bodysoul?
When she asked for...
... did I have to?
Bailey, Lexie, even Derek would probably say I was simply being me.
Being cock-visioned, pussy-radared, Marcus Sloan.
That's what most people would say.
Mark wanted a fuck, and there was pussy in sight.
Great...great... greattt pussy in sight.
But that's not why I did it.
And I didn't do it because we're friends.
I didn't put down that glass of water and give her sorbet because we're friends.
The 'friends' part made the sex good.
But the 'friends' part wasn't the reason why I gave in when she asked.
And no, the 'pussy in sight' part wasn't the reason why I gave in when she asked.
I wasn't even desperate for a fuck.
Honestly, if I wanted a fuck - just any fuck - I could get it from anyone... anytime.
... not bragging, just saying.
So why did I do it?
Why'd I put myself back in that place... that place that Callie and I had left behind: friends with benefits?
We'd done friends with benefits. We'd done it a lot.
Why'd I say yes?.
I did it because...
...because of her brown eyes
...and because of the long dark hair that she'd cut short.
I did it because of her absolute toughness and strength.
I did it because of the hesitation and vulnerability I saw on her lips when she asked me for that Goddamned sorbet.
I was pretty certain that the next morning she'd have her arms wrapped around her waist again; that she'd have her walls back up... her fears brightly, vividly blinding her.
... I hoped I was wrong.
But I was pretty certain.
And I still did it.
Not for an easy fuck.
Not for a friendly fuck.
Not because it was my nature.
I did it because I had hope.
I did it because I love her.
...and it's gotten to the point now, where i don't think I'll ever get beyond that.