Loving Dior (Futanari)

"it's your fucking baby"

Charlie's P.O.V

Life's too short to even care at all oh

I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control

These fishes in the sea they're staring at me oh oh oh oh oh oh

A wet world aches for a beat of a drum, oh

If I could find a way to see this straight, I'd run away

To some fortune that I, I should have found by now

I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down

Cough Syrup by Young The Giant blasted through my earbuds as I landed each punch towards the 200lb heavyweight boxing bag. My hand hurts, my forearms hurt, everything hurts but when you've got nothing to do but feel pain? You want to feel more pain. I kept sending jabs on jabs to the bag, and could almost hear the impact my fists make upon hitting the bag. I just couldn't get over the expression on her face when she told me-I couldn't believe how stupid I was thinking that what happened to me was okay. I-

"Hey, hey" someone pulled my earbuds out of my ears as I was mid punch and I looked towards the person to see her. Beautiful as ever but-sadness in her eyes. I sighed not wanting to talk to her but she just silently grabbed my hurting, bruised hands before walking us to a bench. I didn't even know where she'd find me but I guess she asked Joshua. It's been a week-

"It's been a week" she says almost as if she could hear my exact thoughts. I stayed silent, watching as she unwrapped the bloody white bandage over my knuckles. I wanted to tell her that this was gross, that she should stop because I didn't want it to gross her out but she kept talking,

"It's been a week since we've talked. Since, well since you practically ran away from me" she says softly, and I nod to myself and maybe to her before sighing then speaking-

"I was ashamed. I-I couldn't look at you, someone who I felt very comfortable with and then when that happens, I felt like I grossed you out or maybe you should have been ashamed of me" I told her truthfully and she stopped unwrapping my bandages to make me look at her, those beautiful brown orbs I thought.

"How could I have been ashamed of someone who-didn't know? Didn't know that what that person was doing was terribly wrong? How can I have been ashamed of someone-" she paused between her words then she softly raised one of her hand and caressed my reddened cheeks with it,

"With someone so innocent" she ended up saying then resting our foreheads against each other. I closed my eyes, feeling overwhelmed but most of all-I felt loved. I felt loved by this girl that I have kind of always known, and kind of always liked.

"Good thing I saved you before you destroyed your hand" she whispers between us and I had to let out a smirk. She then carried on taking care of my hand for me, and I took that time to study her.

Everything she did screamed beauty and grace to me. Her hand movements, the way her ears twitch when she's going to speak, the way her lips slightly turn up to a smile unexpectedly. The way-

"Now, how am I supposed to continue doing this when you're staring at me like that?" She breaks me out of my thoughts as she says this and I smile again, almost in awe before I shake my head and I playfully nudge her side telling her one of my infamous jokes. That's another moment in my life when I knew, when I knew that maybe getting to know Dior Wainwright was the right thing and probably the best thing in my life.

Dior's P.O.V

It was a week after the incident with Charlie at the gym she goes to. When I walked in that gym, I saw something. I saw someone broken. She looked broken as she punched that bag over and over again, as if that bag was all her problems in the world and if she hits it hard enough then it'll go away. I had to step in because she was getting to the point of almost losing a knuckle-if you can lose a knuckle.