Everything You've Got
Part 22
by $imone

After the movie, Gene had decided he missed me, and 
I admit I missed him. But my withdrawal had already 
started.  Every two minutes, I would kill the mood 
by taking my shirt on and off.
 
Actually, he was going down on me and my legs kicked 
surprisingly onto his muscular legs causing him to 
bite down on his tongue, which kept the Reunion tour 
at bay a couple of weeks. 

"You what?" Natalie laughed in shock. 

"Please.  Don't ask," I begged, "I'm sure we can get 
tickets for the Detroit show soon.  He'll work it 
out." 

"What did he sound like?" she giggled.  I squirmed 
around a bit in my bed uncovering myself again.  

"Shut up!" I sighed, "He put a terry cloth on it and 
only spoke in vowels.  I don't understand why he 
kept moving away from me later that night.  It's not 
like he was even near that area.  Plus, Nicholas 
kicked him in the crown jewels once before causing a 
similar injury and he let his kid sleep in bed and 
kick him.  How does a woman end up on a couch that 
night?" 

I cried, repeating to her how much I told him I had 
loved him.  I quickly hung up with her as I saw Gene 
enter our bedroom.  He sat me up in the bed and 
passionately slid his tongue into my mouth, then 
caressing my neck with it as he was running his 
fingers through my hair.  I felt something on my 
neck that made me squirm.  A sort of insect, 
perhaps? 

"What's on your tongue?" I asked in shock.  He 
pulled it out and I saw soft stitches across it. 
Curling up in a ball, I pulled the covers over my 
head and began to weep, again.   

"No, honey, it's my fault," he admitted wrongly, "I 
should have remembered about the drugs in the 
hospital. The doc says in a week, it'll be healthy, 
so we're scheduling the Detroit show for two weeks 
from now so I can enjoy some time with you." 

"You didn't let anyone see it, did you?"  

"Wel…Peter did give me a ride to the emergency room 
telling me what to expect from a person going 
through drug withdrawal.  It did help.  Please don't 
be mad," he stroked my forehead.  "Is there anything 
I can get you?" 

I sighed, "Maybe a cold compress.  And a doctor to 
give me some non-addicting sleeping pills.  I 
haven't slept since I got home." 

Gene sent for a doctor who checked my pulse and my 
temperature which was extremely high, explaining the 
hot & cold incidents.  He gave me some 
unpronounceable sleeping pills and also some 
sedatives to make my muscles stop twitching.  Gene 
was happy about that too, but the doctor discouraged 
us from any sexual activities until Gene's stitches 
come out. 

"All work and no play make Gene a dull demon," he 
pouted, placing his feet up at the end of the 
table.  I nodded. 

"All sex will make Gene's tongue infected causing no 
more play in the future," the doctor retorted.  Gene 
shut his mouth. 

The doctor left and we nestled in bed together.  

"Ahh, relaxed muscles," I sighed.  

"So the tour will go on in two weeks?" we agreed, as 
he kissed my forehead and threw his arm over me.