Birdie

25. Woman Put Your Weapon Down

It was funny how things came to a head between the two; and Carmen seriously meant a head.

She was on her knees, eyes shut with tears streaming down her cheeks as that reflex kicked in, and the hold Chance had on the back of her head loosened considerably. Just as she pulled back to take a second to breathe, her phone rang.

Chancellor's stormy gaze left her own, darting to the right where the device was on the floor by the door.

"Ignore it" Carmen mumbled, leaning forward to take him into her mouth once more. A low groan left Chance's lips, and this time the hand wrapped around her kinks pulled her away from his erection, "Pick it up."

"That's not important to me right now, Chancellor," She snapped, not able to hold the bite back from her tone as her hand took the place of her mouth, "I just wanna do this for you."

The irritated sigh that left him appalled Carmen, and when she spoke, her voice was high with her own annoyance, "How the hell you can even think straight with all that blood rushing to your cock? Do you not feel how hard you are, how close you are? Come on, now, let me please you, babe. You always talk about how much you love it when my nose is pressed into your stomach, so let me do it."

He'd given up the fight to get her to stop cursing, but even Carmen winced after hearing what had fallen from her lips. Chance only rolled his eyes, stepped away from her, walked over to her phone, then spoke, "Cut the melodrama. It's your dad, call him back."

Wiping the spit from her mouth, Carmen worked her jaw for a minute before sitting back on her haunches, "I'll call him back later. Come here."

He didn't move, and neither did she. They just stood and sat in their respective positions, refusing to break gazes with one another, which went on for minutes. Chancellor ended up being the once to speak first, "Carmen, just-"

"I can call him back later!" She snapped, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Chance's face went red, and he snatched his boxers off the floor and stepped into them as his voice started to rise as well, "Me? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me; all I'm trying to do is choke, gag... I don't know, hear you cry my name as you come, maybe? I don't understand why you are suddenly so opposed to blow jobs-my blow jobs!"

That vein in his neck was thumping, letting her know just how pissed off he was, and Carmen couldn't figure why for the life of her. Everything had been fine. They hadn't argued in a long time, and it just felt weird to be going back and forth over something as trivial as her answering her phone while she had been preoccupied with other activities. Voice mail was created for a reason, if her father wanted something, he'd leave a message, and she'd get back to him when she had the time- just like the recording prompted before the beep.

"All you do is work, come home to me, and clean, Carmen. You need to spend time with your family."

She stood up, arms folded across her chest as she did so, "I do spend time with my family, Robert!"

He tilted his head to the side like a puppy, and gave her a knowing smirk, "You haven't in almost a month. Go see them, okay? I'm not going anywhere," He put his arms out in surrender, and that really just bothered her even more. She opened her mouth to protest, but Chance beat her to it, already speaking, this time with a softer, more soothing voice, "All I'm saying is that you don't want to jeopardize those relationships, you know? You need them."

Carmen was still lost, and her voice was hard when she spoke, "I know that I need them, I just don't see the point in being underneath them all the time, that's not how I am! I'm not a child anymore, I like my space."