Two Exes, One Bed [Script Fill]

Transcript

Yeah, I'm awake, I'm awake, what's wrong, I'm awake, I'm awake, I'm awake, I'm awake, I must have been talking in my sleep. I'm fine. You asking me what's wrong sure isn't helping, that's for sure.

Just go back to sleep. I'm not being an asshole. You're being sensitive, which, no shocker there.

Look, neither of us is happy we have to share the bed, okay? So we agree, it's fucked up and weird that the exes have to share a room. I get it's not ideal that Natalie forgot to tell people about her guests, or that Maria's brother is visiting, but it's not our fault.

It's not our fault that the other two single people who were not invited now need a room. Okay, well, if you hadn't just fucking said yes when Maria was whining to you about it earlier, we wouldn't be here. No, I'll tell you why you're wrong.

First off, why would she think it's okay to ask you to share a room with an ex-boyfriend? She's a shitty friend for thinking that this would be fine. Yes, she is.

But whatever. Also, why wouldn't she ask me if I was okay with it? And secondly, why did you agree? Why did you agree? Of course.

There you go again, putting everyone else's feelings above your own. I'm agitated because the assumption is rude. The assumption that just because we used to sleep in the same bed with each other, means we are fine with doing it now.

It's weird, okay? No, fuck. No, I don't want you to leave.

There's nowhere else for you to go. Just. ..

stay. Okay? If I answer you, will you shut the fuck up? Yeah, it was a nightmare.

Yes. I still. ..

I still get them. Not every night. Most nights, I guess.

It's fine, it's fine. I said I'm fine. I'm fine.

Just drop it. Go back to sleep. Fuck.

Can you. .. Can you do something for me? Fuck.

Nothing. Nothing. Forget it.

Don't worry about it, I'm fine. Yeah. I'm.

.. surprised. I remember rubbing my chest calms me down from the nightmares.

Yeah. That's good. Feels like how you used to do it.

Yeah. It feels really nice. It's.

.. It's helping. I don't really want to talk about it.

I know. But that was before. Before we said things, we probably didn't mean and hurt each other.

Aren't we the same people? I don't think we are. Nothing.

Forget it. Let's just go back to sleep. Let's just go back to sleep.

It's fine. You can stop. I said you don't have to.

Yeah. That's. ..

good. I forgot how warm your hands are on my skin. Oh, yeah.

I can take my shirt off, it's in the way. Okay. Let me sit up and get rid of that.

Oh. Oh. Sure.

Just let me flip over. Yeah, it doesn't tickle. It feels good.

Just makes my back feel tingly. Oh, your nail's always that long. Oh, okay.

Oh, okay. I like it. Feels nice.

Because. .. Because I just.

.. I just didn't want you to know I still had them. They were fine for a while.

But then they started up again recently. Just the usual stuff. Work is stressful.

The world feels like it's on fire. My parents. No, they're fine.

Just. .. You know what they're like.

Yeah. High expectations and all that shit. No.

No. No. Do you think I would be sleeping in a bed with my ex? Letting her rub my back if I had a girlfriend? No.

Don't pinch me. I'm gonna make me seize back up. Yeah, I think I'm good now.

I'm sorry I woke you up. Okay. Good night.

How about what? How about what? Like.

.. You know. Tensions were high back when we ended things.

People say things in the heat of the moment. I don't know. Some of it.

Do you regret what you said? I probably deserved it. Some of it anyway.

But so did you. Thank you. For helping me calm down.

It was. .. A bad one.

Yeah. The ones that used to pick right back up the minute I closed my eyes. Even if I wasn't asleep yet.

It's just. .. There.

Those images in my head. Yeah. You remember those? Yeah, I feel okay.

I think I can fall asleep soon. I'm just going to. ..

This isn't necessary. Okay. Okay, yeah, I know.

Repeat after you. I'm. ..

I'm safe. Everyone I care about is safe. My dreams are not my reality.

I'm not. .. Okay.

Okay. I'm. ..

I'm not. .. Not alone.

Don't. .. Don't touch my face.

Mmm. Your mouth is so soft. I missed this.

I missed this. I need. ..

I need to get my hands in your hair. Fuck. Yes.

Like that. Look at you. Look at the way you just.

.. Let me guide you with my fist right around your hair. Tipping your head back.

To kiss this perfect neck. Biting here. Yeah.

Yes, you like that, don't you? My teeth against your jaw. Mmm.

Mmm. Oh, fuck. Come here.

Get on top of me. Oh. Oh, fuck, yeah.

Mmm, yeah. Yeah. I feel so good.

Oh, fuck, yeah. Right down against me. Oh, yeah, I'm hard.

Do you feel what you do to me? Even now. All these years later.

Oh, fuck. I wanna do that again. Yeah, with your hands.

Oh, fuck, I love this ass. Mmm. Mmm.

Hey. Hey, hey. Oh, what are we doing? I know you do.

I know you wanted to take care of me. You always wanted to take care of me, didn't you? Mmm.

But that was the problem, baby girl. I didn't take care of you how I should've. It is true.

I could've been more present. I could've communicated more. I didn't realize things felt easy.

Because you made me feel that way. You deserve so much more than I gave you. What if.

.. What if I wanted to take care of you right now? Okay.

Climb out for a minute. Mmm. Fuck.

You always looked so good like that. You always looked so good. I like this angle.

You on your back. Me next to you. Propped up on one arm.

Looking down at you. Because I care. I can lean over.

And kiss you. I can touch you. Drag my hand over your body.

Push this shirt up. Mmm. Let me see my favorite pair of tits.

They are. Because when I do this to your nipple, you react like that. And it's so hard.

The tiniest, softest touch. And you're wriggling and squirming. You're wriggling and squirming.

Or I can touch your belly. Kiss the soft skin by your navel. Or.

.. What I'm going to find beneath these panties. Did you lose your voice? Even use your words.

What am I going to find? Fuck. No, it's good.

It's so good. I've just forgotten how filthy this mouth was. Ah.

Oh, you live. It's a little sting of pain. It's not the spark.

For all the pleasure that you're about to feel. Ah, you really are dripping. Fuck.

I barely touched you. And my hand is covered.