The Lyoness
My eyes slowly crept open, I tilted my head to the side as I surveyed the room...Oh My God, I thought that last night was a dream or something, but as I continued to look around I realized that I really was lying in Lucious' bed. My head gingerly shifted toward the other side, there he was fast asleep next to me with his arm wrapped around my waist...I can't believe that I let myself be so vulnerable about his illness and I slept with him. I stared at his profile, then at the clock on the nightstand, it read 6:30 a.m., it couldn't have been long ago that we both drifted off to sleep after hours of love making, so I knew that he would be knocked out for a while.
I can't be here, is all that ran through my mind as I continued to gaze at his frame...his breathing slow and steady...the muscles in his back flexing with each deep breath that floated through his body. God, I've missed this so much but I can't be here...I want to be here, but I can't be here like this. I took a deep breath to try and gather my thoughts, I wanted Lucious...I've always wanted him but not like this. Last night was...it was something that I've dreamed of many a night while lying in my cell, I often found myself fantasizing about feeling his lips along my skin while I was inside...it helped me pass the time during those first few years.
I gently wiggled from underneath his strong grip around my waist, trying my hardest to not wake him in the process, because if he wakes up I know that he's going to try and stop me from doing what I have to do right now...and that can't happen. I've got to get the hell up outta here, I thought, as my feet hit the floor and I began to put my clothes back on. I'd be kidding myself if I said that making love to him last night wasn't better than the numerous romps we had during our younger days. The way he swooped me up off the floor and tossed me onto his bed, Uhmmm, made me juicy just thinking about it, and I could tell that he'd been wanting me just as much as I'd been craving his touch.
I was trying to search around in the barely lit room for my pumps and my purse so that I could make my great escape before he realized I wasn't underneath him, suddenly, I heard him shift beneath the covers and I froze in my tracks. I was sure that those gorgeous eyes of his were going to open and spot me but he drifted right back into slumber land...finally, I found my damn shoes, my fur had to still be downstairs along with my bag I realized while I began to tip toe up outta the place.
Everything in me wanted to slip right back out of these clothes, slide back underneath the warm sheets, and cuddle up next to him...I still love that man, despite his crazy ways and uneven temperament...the way he devoured me last night, the intense gaze he showered down onto me as he scorched my soul from the inside with each stroke he thrust inside of me assured me that he still felt the same. "Cookie..." I heard him moan through his sleep as I approached the slightly open sliding door of his room...Him doing that definitely wasn't helping my resolve to leave, but I have to, I thought while I stood by the door gazing back over my shoulder at him and let loose a frustrated breath. I still want him, he still wants me, but this was wrong on so many level...I don't like nor do I trust Boo Boo Kitty, but I'd never crossed the line in their relationship, until now...yet he made the first move and what was done was done.
I didn't want him back like this though, I'd slept with Lucious in the bed he shares with his fiancé...it wasn't fair to her, nor to me. I want him back fair and square because Karma is a bitch and if this situation were reversed I'd be devastated.
A heavy sigh floated from my lips, Yep I have to do this I told myself...I slid out of the door, gave his sexy frame one last glance...this may be the last time I see him like this, I thought to myself...cause if he wants me then it has to be on the up and up. He'd have to leave Anika...I refuse to be his side bitch and honestly why should I have to be...
