Rain
WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT
Title : Rain
Pairing: Eminem/Kim
Summary: Em and Kim are trying work things out, meanwhile- fourteen year old Lily Rayne has problems of her own.AUTHOR'S NOTES: I will NOT be address Kim's niece who is supposedly living with them. For the purposes of this, she doesn't exist in their home permanently. 1) I don't want to complicate things MORE. 2) Some sources say her name is Amy others say it's Aidan. 3) I'm the author and it's my right! It's fanfic! :-) I will *also* not really be addressing Nathan *too* much. He may pop up- but he's not living with them either. ALSO I am assuming the book "Cleanin' Out My Closet" is a load of crap since that's what the man himself said. So any information J.R. Watkins said about Kim or Em and their relationship does not apply here.
ONE MORE THING!!! This fiction is color coded for ease of reading since there are three main characters!! Anytime you see (------), it means time has passed. Here's the KEY:
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*********God, I'm soo tired, *been* so tired this past week.
I rest my head on the back of the couch and I'll have to thank Dawn for takin' the kids tonight. I really couldn't deal with them after this week. Shit- it's just… been tough.
I just wanna have a cup of tea, take a bath and then curl up in bed and watch a movie.
I glance at the clock. Seven. Wonder when Marsh'll crawl up from the studio. He's been busy workin' on something the past few days. He was furiously writing and now he's been locked down there for two whole days. He crawled into bed last night at two in the morning and was up at seven, dropped Hai off at school and was back down there the rest of the day. I only saw him when he came up at noon and took a bunch of food down with him.
But that's just Marshall and to tell you the truth, I'm kinda glad. It was a week ago since we saw Rayne- or it *will* be a week tomorrow and things have been… tense, to say the least. I've been a bit nauseous and worried; he's been irritable.
We're just- waiting for her to call and it's *torture*.
I don't know. But I'm glad he's got something to work on and I've been working on cleaning out Hailie's room. She's got so much shit she doesn't play with and she never puts anything away and now I'm *sooo* exhausted.
"Kim?!" I hear him call when the door to the basement opens and closes.
"In here!"
"Hey," he says and comes over to me. He falls to his knees in front of me and pulls on my legs so I'm slouching more than I was.
"Whacha doin'?" I ask.
"Gettin' ready to kiss my-"
Yeah, exactly. Your what?
"My Kim," he states, as he starts unzipping my jeans.
I catch his hands though, "Marsh, stop."
"What? Why?" He asks. "Wanna *taste* you." He twists his wrists out of my grasp and proceeds with what he was doing. "Wanna make you come and I want you to watch me as I do."
"Jesus-" fuck. I'm soo tired but he's turning me on.
"No, I'm Marshall," he replies with that smart Alec grin of his.
"What were ya workin' on down there?" I ask. I'm curious about what has him all horny.
"Somethin'," he mumbles and I raise my hips so he can push my jeans down and off. Shit- I'm still tired but he places a kiss on my right thigh, exactly where he knows I love being kissed.
"C'mon, tell me," I ask as he pushes my thighs apart.
"Wanna kiss you first," he insists.
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'Cause I *know* I gotta butter her up first. I mean- basically, she's gonna love me or hate me for it, but I have a feeling she's gonna be *mad*.
"Why?" She asks.
Fuck, why can't she just let it go?
"'Cause I haven't touched you in- what? Eight days? And I'm hard as a rock just thinkin' abouchu and how good you'll feel when I slide inside."
"Fuck," she groans as I slip a finger inside her. "Okaaay-"
I know she's been tired the past couple weeks and she threw up a couple times too. She's still so nervous about Rayne never calling again, especially with Mother's Day in two days. So I want her to relax a little and if I get sex in the process, that's just an added bonus.
She spreads her legs a bit more and I push two fingers inside her as I slowly kiss my way from her knee to her upper thigh and then to her inner thigh.
"Marshall-"
I know. She groans and arches her hips a bit more for me so I have quite the view of her puss. And it seriously is my *Mecca*.
It can hurt me and make me scream in pleasure- fuck- the first time I even *touched* her here it was fuckin' amazing. I hadn't even- I mean… I'd imagined. I mean- fuck. I push my fingers inside her again and first off, it's soo warm and wet and- gooey. It feels like- well, warm apple pie, the movie was right. And then when we finally had sex? And to feel it around my dick was fuckin'- I'm surprised I didn't come too early.
Yeah- whoever invented sex was a fuckin' genius.
I place a kiss right above her vagina and she whimpers my name. Shit, I'm hard. That's the problem when ya start thinkin' about something and then spend three hours tryin' to *not* think about it. Finally, I finished the song and came to find my- girlfriend.
"Marshall!" she shouts. Oh- oops- yeah, right-
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Where the fuck did he *go*?
Am I not interesting enough?
"Sorry," he grins sheepishly before he starts pumping his fingers in and out of me.
Fuck, that feels good. Marsh knows my body. After fifteen years of feelin' me and touchin' me- he *knows* my body.
Ya know, some people think that's a bad thing; they think having only one person for the rest of your life is terrible but honestly? If Marsh is the only person I'll ever have sex with again- that suits me just fine.
"Uh god, Marsh," I buck my hips into his touch. He places his hand on my tummy before flicking his tongue against my clit. "Fuck yes."
Shit. I quickly pull my shirt off before one hand flies to his head and I start playing with my nipples with the other. Okay- he's right. Watching him get me off is pretty fuckin' erotic.
Oh dear lord, I cry his name when he starts flipping his tongue over my clit- vibrating it really.
Oh god, he slips another finger into me and they're going so fast I'm gonna- "MARSHALL!"
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Oh yeah- that's what I'm talking about. She screams my name as her hips go wild and I keep my fingers moving inside her as she comes. Ya know- the whole female body is pretty fuckin' amazing because makin' a woman come and *feeling* it are like the two best things in the world.
She calms down and smiles at me and let's hope that earned me a good ride.
"'Mere," she says.
"Why?"
"Because I was really tired but now I'm all horny."
"Well, if you got yer fuckin' jeans off and come up. I *thought* I'd fuck you."
"Oh well- when you put it that way-" I've got my jeans and boxers down quicker than she knows and I'm sitting next to her. Shit, we haven't been able to have sex anywhere but the bedroom for a couple weeks now.
She climbs on top of me and pulls my shirt off too. "Have I told you how gorgeous you are?" She asks.
"Why don't you tell me now," I suggest.
"Okaaaay-" she says as she grinds against me and I can feel her wet heat right above my dick. Shit, she's a tease.
"Well- I *always* thought you were adorable." I've got my hands all over her, massaging her skin, feeling her up. "But now you're not a boy- you're a man and you're workin' out and-"
"C'mon you can say it-" I'm thinner. I've kept the weight off that I lost for 8 mile and I've continued workin' out and she benefits from it.
"You're like- eighteen again," she says. Yeah- somewhere between twenty and twenty-eight, I got chubby. "Body of a god, but you're still that dork I fell in love with."
Oh, thanks!
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"Am I?" He asks squeezing the flesh of my hips.
"Yeah?"
"Do you- *really* wanna-"
"Yeah, still the first guy I ever had inside me," I whisper because I *know* it turns him on. Like I said, he's very territorial and I *know* it.
"Shit," he bites his lip.
I smile and lean down to *help* him bite it.
"Kim!" He protests and his cock jumps. "C'mon, Baby, please, please- I *need* this. *We* need it."
And you know, he's right. It *does* feel nice. We haven't since before Rayne…
"C'mon, Kim. Fuck- do I gotta beg?"
"Put yourself in me," I say lustfully and he *does*. God, he does. He grasps himself and presses the head of his cock into me. "Marshall," I whimper.
Shit. He's got his hands splayed on my outer thighs as I gyrate my hips into him. I gasp as he throws his hips up, throwing his erection into me more.
"Ooo shit," he whimpers. "Feels good."
"Tell me what you feel," I say as my hips slip into an easy rhythm.
"What I feel?"
"Yeah- what it feels like to you."
"Shit, I don't know."
"C'mon, what does a hard on feel like, huh? What do you feel around you? Can you feel me?"
"Yes, fuck, yes," he groans as I sink down on him and I'm just resting in his lap.
"Like- can you feel *this*?" I ask before clenching my inner muscles around him as hard as I can and shit- that feels… fuck- so good like that. Really just- accentuates where my body ends and his begins.
"Yeah," he whimpers. "Feels like- shit- hot, humid, like-" heehee. I *love* when he's speechless but I can't hold the pressure too long and I relax myself around him and kiss him deeply.
"Try and tell me," I whisper
"'Slike- like- if I took soft washcloths and soaked them in hot water and wrapped 'em around you and just… squeezed."
Wow. That was… pretty good.
"And it's cool when you lift up and hot when I'm inside."
"I can *feel* you inside me, like- when you're not there, I'm closed, but when you've got your fingers or penis in me-"
"Shit, Kim…"
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Is she *trying* to KILL me? I think she is.
"I'm soo much more aware of my body. You're an intruder in me and I can feel myself stretching around you- soo much."
Okay- yeah. Telling a guy he's got a big dick is good, but she don't gotta butter me up. She's already got me.
"Kim?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut the fuck up," I growl and yank her mouth to me. I attack her lips and throw my hips up into her. Shit.
Okay. I pull her away. "Just fuck me," I implore her.
"Fuck me back," she says before attacking my mouth furiously.
Her hips are moving quickly on me, sucking me into her and I place one hand on her back to push her forward a little bit. Then, I place my other hand on her abdomen to control the angle she comes down on me.
"FUCK MARSH!" She squeaks and I feel her nails digging into my biceps. Fuck yeah. I push her down again and her nails squeeze me harder. Oh yeah. I throw my hips upward the next time and she bites my lip.
"Found it, didn't I?" I grunt.
"Shut up," she whimpers and throws her hips down on me.
Fuck. I am *so* close. "Squeeze me, Baby, get yourself off-"
She groans and squeezes me as I enter her again and again. Fuck. Her nails hurt as they are unrelenting in my arms. Fine. She wanna play like that?
We'll play. The next time she comes down on me, I throw my teeth into her neck and- "MARSHALL!" She shrieks and convulses around me.
Fuck yeah. I love holding an orgasm for a bit because it's *so* explosive and it fuckin' *hurts* as I finally jerk and spill inside her and feel her comin' around me. Shit. She just milks me for everything I got- sometimes it's like her body just sucks it up- soaks it up. Like she's thirsty for me.
"Shit," I groan and she slumps in my lap.
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"So… what does it say?" I ask, closing my eyes tight. I can't look- couldn't look.
"Well…" Marcie says.
"JUST TELL ME!" I scream suddenly. I'm just- excited and nervous and-
"You're in!"
"AAAAAAAHHHH! I'M IN?!" OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I'M IN! Oh my god! I'm IN! "REALLY?"
"Really- says right there- 'Welcome to the Academy'!"
"AAAAAHHHH!"
"For now, though, Lil," she explains. I know. I know. We went for interviews earlier this week and they said they may be able to waiver the tuition for the last month of school. They said if they could, they'd have to evaluate my work the rest of the year to determine whether I could return in the fall.
"I know, but- they're giving me a shot! And they won't be sorry! So I start Monday?"
"Yes- we'll have to go and pick up your uniform tomorrow morning."
"You and Rob gonna be able to get me there and back?"
"Yeah. I'll take you in the morning and Rob will pick you up on his way home."
"Okay." Wow. I'm- they let me in! We've been waiting to hear from them all week and leave it to the letter to arrive here on Friday, the day we decide to go to a park for a picnic all day. "Well- I'm gonna… do we gotta buy books?"
"Says here that they'll provide the books- no use for you to buy new books for a month of the semester."
"Okay- I'm gonna… go upstairs." Oh my god! I run upstairs and THEY LET ME IN!
I wish Mom were here- she'd be soo happy! We'd probably go to dinner to celebrate.
I sit on my bed and look at the picture of Mom and I last year, before she got sick again. "Pretty groovy, huh, Mom? I'm goin' to the Academy."
I know- silly to talk to a picture, but- who else am I gonna tell?
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*********Man- shit. I walk out of the bathroom and wipe my mouth. Fuck.
"You really need ta just relax, Babe," he informs me as I grab a t-shirt and pull it on. And he says it as if I don't know it.
"I'm just- overtired. I'm not sleeping very well these days…"
"I know and I wore you out last night- sorry-"
"Not like I didn't enjoy it," I smile because I *so* did enjoy it.
"At least we gotta sleep in, huh?"
"I guess, if one considers 10:30 sleeping in," I say and put my hair up in a ponytail.
"Well, I do," he states before pulling me back against him. His hands hold my hips as he rubs himself against me. "Want me to wear you out again so you can sleep?"
"Stop, Marsh. The girls'll be back soon."
"Damn."
Alright. I pull out a pair of shorts since it's (we're promised) supposed to be warmer today. Hell- maybe we'll get to be outside with the other girls; they're due back in an hour or so I guess.
"Oh- Marsh, what were you workin' on?"
"Oh- yeah, I just-"
"What?"
"I wrote another song… for you."
Oh.
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Yeah- her face completely pales.
"Kim, it's not like that."
"Am I dead?" She asks through gritted teeth.
"What?" I ask stupidly.
"In the *song*- am I dead?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Don't bother," she says and crosses her arms and *glares* at me.
"Kim-"
"I just can't do this right now, Marsh," she says as she starts to head for the door. "Just- whatever."
"It's not *like* that," I say, because it's *not*. I follow her as she stomps down the stairs.
"Like, what, huh?!" She asks, yeah- she's getting really mad. Or maybe she was all along? "I don't wanna fuckin' *hear* it, *Em*." She opens the fridge and pulls out the OJ and slams it on the counter.
"Kim, if you just-"
"How did I die?" She asks, slamming a mug onto the counter. "Bullet in the head? Slit throat? My brakes go out? Or… did you get *really* creative?" She's *really* upset. "Like… an explosion of some kind- or *maybe* you threw me over Niagara Falls… huh? HOW FUCKIN' *DARE* YOU?!"
"Kim-" Shit. "It's not like before, it's-" Fuck. If she's just *listen* to me. "Calm do-"
"Do *NOT* tell *me* to calm down. I will *not* *calm* *down*. Tell me- how did I die, and don't fuckin' play."
"Kim-"
"Just answer the god damned question, Marshall. TELL ME!" She screams.
"Slit throat, but-"
"FUCK YOU!" She shrieks. Shit. She's too fuckin' emotional. "DO YOU FUCKIN' *KNOW* WHAT IT'S LIKE FOR ME? Huh? How the fuck am I supposed to *trust* you when the fuckin' *second* I start to think I can- you fuckin'… hurt me like this."
And I don't think she can decide whether she wants to be sad or mad.
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God. Did it honestly *sound* like a good idea at the time to him?
"If you'd just hear me out-"
"I think I've heard enough. I think all of fuckin' *America* has heard *enough*," I say and head for the door. I gotta slam something. Loudly. FUCK HIM.
How the fuck *could* he?
"Kim- NO! Stop and listen to me for a second!"
He grabs my arm and I slap his hand away. "Don't fuckin' *touch* me." Oh god- last night. He- "God, you're a sick fuck, Marshall. You fuckin'- touch me like that last night tryin' to- what? Butter me up? Make *sure* I know how fuckin' much I need so you can rub it in?" GOD. How could I let him *do* this to me- *violate* me this way.
"What the hell goes through your head? Huh? You think I *like* being called a bitch or a whore? Ya think I don't know what people think when they see me? How do you think that makes me feel? Or do you even care at all?"
God. I start getting dizzy and I grab the counter.
"Of *course* I *care*, Kim. I love you-"
"Don't," I put a hand up to stop him. "I don't want your fuckin' *excuses*. Not this time. If this is all you want me for- god. How *could* you?"
"Don't make it worse than it is, Kim."
"WORSE THAN IT IS? *WORSE* THAN IT IS? Here's an idea-" I tell him. "*Maybe* *I* can write songs about how I'd murder *you* and get tattoo's on *my* fuckin' stomach telling *you* to rot in pieces and *then* you can tell me how *you* feel."
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Oh.
I'm fighting about a million battles with her right now.
Ordinarily, I'd fight back and try to hurt her back, but- in a small way- she's right.
"Kim, I don't-"
"Hello!" Fuck. Dawn.
"Mommy! Daddy!" Hailie comes running with Whitney crawling behind her.
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I watch Kim as she cleans up the dishes from dinner. She hasn't said *anything* to me all afternoon except 'pass the salad' and 'hold Whitney'. And even then, she didn't so much as *look* at me.
Fuck. If she'd just *listen* to the song, she'd see that-
"Dawnie, ya wanna go out?" She asks. Oh yeah- Dawn stayed the whole afternoon for some family time I guess. Or she sensed her sister's distress. They've started working things out too over the past year.
"Out?" Dawn asks.
"Yeah- we haven't gone out in a while. Marsh can watch the girls. We'll have a girls' night."
"Yeah, sure."
Oh fine. She ain't even gonna *ask* me?
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And she *doesn't* ask me- didn't ask me.
I follow her upstairs as Whit and Hai watch a movie and sit on the bed while she gets dressed. She don't say nothin' and I know I *should*. I try-
"Kim-"
"Don't," she says. " I can't *stand* the sound of your *voice* right now."
Fuck. She pulls this form fitting dress on and THAT'S IT!
"You're *NOT* going out like that!" I half-yell.
"What are ya gonna *do* about it, *Em*. Go grab a knife?!"
"Kim-" I say through gritted teeth. The girls are here and I don't wanna fuckin' *yell*. "If you'd just *listen* to the damn song and-"
"NO!" She screams and why is she so fuckin' pissy! GRRRR!
She starts for the door and I follow her and reach over her shoulder to slam it shut before she can open it. "*Move*," she snarls and I *swear* she just sent a chill up my spine. Maybe she's fuckin' PMSing.
"Don't do nothin' stupid tonight, Kim."
"*Move*," she says again and I swear, her body is so tense, she could probably rip my *head* off.
Fuck. Fine. I move my arm and she yanks open the door and I follow her downstairs, where she kisses the girls goodnight and brushes past me.
"Kim-" I say, but she's gone. FUCK.
Author: crazyevildru@yahoo.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.