Hi kids! To the ones who have been following my stories, I really want to thank them.

This is the continuation of my story Something To Remember.

The title is taken from (Again, haha) Madonna's song I Deserve It. The lyrics fit really nice with David and Vee, their story and the argument of the serie.

This chapter has a lot of intimate moments more than it has continuity of the argument; I do it because I always like to write from the inside of the characters too.

Hope you like this new direction!

"I'm scared… I know I shouldn't, but I am."

"No, no, it's fine… come here." David answered, placed his hand and pushed her body against him.

The night was deliciously cold. The raindrops knocked on the roof and the resulting sound was the ideal to fall asleep leaning against each other's body.

"We can with this… Don't you know yet?..." and his hand rubbed her cheek softly, as if he wanted to push away her fears. "You're the strongest woman I've ever met… " and after a short gaze between both, his lips pasted to hers. With the comfort he wished he could definitely leave inside of her, the sweetness of that little kiss shut her mind for at least, a few minutes.

"I've survived to anything so many times… As I told you the other time, bad things come back to bad people."

"Victoria, please… " he still thought this was a stupidness. She wasn't a bad person. She had made mistakes and taken bad decisions as everybody does.

"Fine… you don't want to believe me. Someday something's gonna happen to me, and then you'll know I was right."

"Stop talking like that. Please, Victoria."

"Fine. Don't get angry…" she whispered with a naughty tone voice, like a little girl who makes fun of a father.

"Don't laugh of that" he warned, with a smile.

"Why?... I'm just joking"

"No you're not, you know me… you keep talking like that because you know it worries me"

"But I don't do it to bother you, or worry you… " her face lowered and she left a little kiss on his chin. "I just think that's true."

"Right, right…" he replied, like not giving it much attention. "Try to sleep, Vee."

"I'm not sleepy, I can't…"

"Ok… turn around. You could never resist to someone caressing your hair."

She laughed adorably.

His hand started to run fondly through her long, soft black hair.

"What do you think somebody's trying to do?"

"You mean... the box?"

"Yes."

"I have no idea. But if it doesn't bother you, please, let's not talk about that."

"Ok. What do you want to talk about?"

"I prefer we don't. You need to sleep, because you're still recovering, remember?... and spending your thoughts in that topic plus not sleeping good will not help you."

"Right."

A few minutes more of feeling that soft hair beneath his fingers, of hearing her slow breath becoming lower, and she was finally asleep. God, how beautiful she was.

"Maybe it works."

"I don't know, but…" she checks the piece from up to down once more. "It seems like a memory card, so… try."

Once he put the card into the port, nothing more than a white screen was what appeared: Lies are bad, Queen.

She let out a little ironical laugh showing how less she cared about what seemed like a threat undercovered.

"There's nothing else here…" he said. "Just that."

"Useless the one who spent a whole memory card to put just that in it. Could have been written on a paper or something." she got up from her seat.

"It's not very intelligent, I must say." he added

"Or…" she threw him a gaze. "It's doing it purposely… Maybe spent that whole memory for a reason."

"Vee…" he got up, and walked towards the kitchen. " … I know you're scared. But if you suspect something, I'd like you to tell me." he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I don't." she answered, running her hands up and down his arms. "I'm used to threats. But now it worries me because I'm close to Charlotte and you. And I'd kill whoever hurt any of both."

"Because you've done it…"

She turned her head around and her gaze pinned to his. "What do you mean?"

"I know it, Vee. You don't need to hide it."

"Hide what?"

"You're already familiar to killing, aren't you?"

Damn it. Her eyes blinked for a second.

"Yes…" she said with resignation. He already knew it so, why to keep talking about that.

"It's fine, I won't ask."

She didn't answer. And in that second, she felt how his lips intruded into her warm neck. Her shoulders contracted and her head went aside by reflection.

"Are you trying to make me talk?"

"No… I'm just pampering you. You're not very used to that, right?"

"I won't answer." she replied, still waiting for the water to get hot.

"Ok, fine." he released her.

She turned around with a smile. "I didn't say I don't like it".

He laughed in response. "How you like to provoke…"

"It's very useful, mostly of the time"

"For what, for example?"

"You know... Getting some of the things you want, and that you can't take that easy"

"Things like what?"

"Like... information." She made a pause and heard his little laugh. "It wasn't our case, if that goes through your mind"

"It didn't"

"Good" she said, turning around and kissing him lightly. "We're not leaving, are we?"

"Why to leave?"

"You know, if this… gets more serious."

"It's not, Vee, c'mon. This is exactly the way that person wants you to react."

"But I am the target here, it's evident in the things that were sent. This is not about you."

"Yes, so…?"

A silence was sustained by her. "I want to see my grandchild growing up, David. That's it. That baby doesn't already have a father and I know how terrible that feels. It's horrible. The feeling of abandonment weights a lot… I have to be here with them both."

"Fine, I get it. That's what I want too… But it breaks my heart everytime I see you this worried. So I try to do what I can to keep you calm."

"I know… But you can't do much. I've lived surrounded with stress for years. It will take a lot for that to change."

"I'll get it, I bet."

"I take your word."

"Count with that" he whispered into her ear, taking her into his arms and lifting her just a few centimeters from the floor. An adorable little laugh escaped from her, and his heart melted again.

Once he lowered her, she felt how his hand reached her right buttock. It was the smooth fabric of her polar peignoir caressing that part of her skin with the directing of his hand…

Her face remained in front of him, observing his factions, satisfacting her senses with the touch of his hands running up her back. There came a point where the calm that brought her that her eyes sweetly closed, and her head leaned forward against his shoulder.

An extremely soft whisper came to his ear, so soft he couldn't hear what exactly said. But it sounded like an 'I love you'... yes, that was it. An 'I love you'. Oh, that woman.

"The water" he indicated.

She lifted her head up moving slow, with her head heavy.

"Did you sleep well last night?" he asked.

"No" she answered, retiring the water from the fire.

"Then I'm gonna have to start giving you alcohol every night, maybe that can help you"

She laughed before throwing him a gaze. "Seems like the only option. That used to make effect, really."

"And maybe I shouldn't show you anything If we keep receiving those boxes"

"No, I want to know. I have to confront it."

"I won't allow you to do it if you are this weak."

"Forget it." she said. "You can't stop me."

"Don't be so sure." he said, before kissing her and taking her into another embrace.

A few seconds later, three fingers were running up her thigh, carrying the hem of her shelter with them.