I turn the water off, walk right past him and grab my towel to dry off, mumbling under my breath as I roll my eyes, "A quickie, fucking for real?"
Lance follows me out, crossing his arms and leans against the wall, "We promised we'd be truthful about these things, remember?"
I drop the towel, turning to him, annoyed, "IF I HAD, I would tell you the truth." I huff and go pull on my pajamas quickly, my annoyance turning to anger.
"I saw you with the local guy on the beach drinking and laughing. You don't have to feel like you have to hide it from me." Lance sighs, rubbing his face with one of his hands, looking exhausted.
I turn to him and move closer, determined to set the record straight, pointing my finger at him, "Then you should have stuck around a little bit longer, his WIFE is the one who brought the snorkel gear and went with us!" I'm practically smoking from my ears, I'm so pissed off.
I poke his chest with my finger, venting my disappointment in his query and accusations, "Why the hell, would you think, I would lie to you about something so stupid!? When there is no damn reason to! I'm not that easy to sleep with that I would do someone randomly in another country either!" I turn on my heel and grab my bag to start packing up my stuff that's scattered.
I'm ready to get away from him, not caring if I have to pay for another room or get a ferry over to Papeete and a flight home. I was not going to put up with these accusations, either way. It was suddenly very apparent that he no longer trusted me.
"Lirael," Lance groans, "what are you doing?" He comes up beside me but I quickly dodge his presence.
"Leaving, what does it look like? I'm not about to stay after you accuse me and then call me a liar. Why the hell would you think I lied about going snorkeling? IF you don't trust me, why should I stay?"
I push past him and go to the bathroom to grab my toiletries, but he quickly grabs me and wraps me up in his arms not letting me go and just holding me as I struggle to get out of his embrace.
"Hey, I'm sorry. You're right, I'm sorry, please don't leave me. We both have our issues we have to work through right?" He tries to soothe me, stroking my back and hair as I struggle to push myself away still pissed.
Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Lance releases me and answers the door.
"Soir, pardonnez-moi, est-ce que Lirael est là ?" (Evening, pardon me, is Lirael here?)
I hear Hauata's voice and make my way to the door.
"Hauata!?" I greet her, slightly confused.
She holds her hand out that holds a necklace in it. "Ari's friend said you stay here, but I found these in my bag, these are yours?"
Sure enough, I look a little closer and it's my necklace and wallet. "Oui! Merci beaucoup!" (Yes! Thank you very much!)
"Bon! Au revoir, Lirael." She smiles warmly at me and leaves as Lance shuts the door.
I turn around and go to finish packing my bag, only for Lance to scoop me up in his arms and hold me close.
"Lirael, I'm sorry. Please don't leave." Lance sounds close to tears as he leans his head down to mine, his eyes closed as he holds me.
I fume in his arms, still pissed that he didn't trust me.
"When did you stop trusting me? What did I do that made you not trust me?" I try again to get myself free from his hold. "Put me down Lance. I'm not a fucking doll."
Lance places me down, "Will you please just stay?"
I roll my eyes, "FINE." I take a seat on the bed and cross my arms and legs, "I still want an answer to my question." I huff, looking away from him with my head up high.
I know I have done nothing to deserve him not to trust me, or that I didn't want to tell him the truth. We've never had an issue with telling one another about our sexual escapades if the other was not involved. Even after we became more about us and only having our one night fun nights, we have not had an issue.
"You have done nothing, Lirael." Lance steps closer to me, from the corner of my eyes I can see him getting down on one knee in front of me.
I start twitching my foot, annoyed, "Then why would you not believe me?" I keep my gaze up away from him, refusing to let him get away with this. Trust is a crucial factor between a dom and sub, if he can not trust me, in all aspects, our contract should be voided.
I feel his hands run up the sides of my hips, leaving trails of sensations that run up my spine, sending me confusing signals of pleasure even though I'm pissed.
Lance lays his head upon my knee, taking a breath, "Your ex did horrible things to you, so did mine. My anxiety and emotions took control and I had a moment of weakness and considered that you may do the same thing. I'm sorry. I was an idiot, even though I knew better, I just let my emotional thoughts control me. Please, forgive me."
He lifts my crossed over leg to place it down. He begins to trail kisses from my knee up my inner thigh, making me shudder and tremble.
I take in a sharp breath, knowing he's trying to make me forgive him quicker.
Not happening, Lance. I know that type of manipulation, even if yours is more sincere, it's still manipulation.
I push his face back, "Stop. I'm not in the mood." I give him a pointed look, as he stares intensely into my eyes, that darken before he shakes his head.
"Alright. I'm sorry." He gets up and moves to sit next to me on the bed. "I fucked up, I shouldn't have been stupid and I am sorry, Lirael. Can we at least lay down so I can hold you?"
I'm still fuming, not nearly pacified. "I'm not ready to lay down yet. I think you should tell me the ways that my actions have led you to doubt me. If you want us to work, I should probably know so we don't have another issue like this later."
Lance leans closer to me and takes my hand, "Lirael, this right here, is giving me all the reassurances in the world. Don't worry they're my hang ups that caused the problems, not anything that you are doing." He takes and kisses my hand. "I'm sorry, please don't remain angry with me, not when we're here."
He strokes some hair out of my face, "Not when we're supposed to be enjoying ourselves."
I grumble, "I was until you wanted to say something stupid." With a roll of my eyes I compromise, "Just try not to do it again."