Hey Guys! Thank you so much for the support on this story, means so much!
And also, to whoever this 'guest' is, I am not a professional writer, and I know my writing is crap but stop expecting so much, if you think this story is in 'serious need of a beta' stop being a anonymous prick, get an account and help me out, if you think it's that bad.
Sorry for that ... Here's chapter 2:
Don's PoV
I pull away from the curb at Liz's place, well old place now. I thank divine province that Tom wasn't there. Getting the case was easy, it was just where Liz said. What I wanna know, what was it for? I shake my head dismissively and step on the gas to get back to Liz.
A few minutes later, I am back at my place, pulling what seems to be a suitcase full of bricks. I open the door quietly and leave the case by the wall. Just as I am about to call out her name, something catches my eye. A pile of auburn brown hair, fanned across the arm of the sofa. Creeping over quietly, I see Liz curled up in a ball, wearing my workout sweats and my old Quantico t-shirt. I smile shyly and grab a pillow and blanket. I prop the pillow under her head and cover her slim frame with the blanket. I watch as she adjusts her position under the blanket.
I walk over to the suitcase and take it up to the spare room, I contemplate unpacking it for her but I leave it as it is and shut the door behind me. I walk to my room to change into something more comfortable.
Liz's PoV
I stir and open my eyes, taking in my surroundings. "Donnie's place" I remind myself. Feeling something soft on my arms, I notice I am covered in a blanket. I smile to myself, knowing full well who it was.
I push the blanket away and pull myself into a standing position, as I straighten, a sharp pain pulses around my rib area. I hastily lift my shirt to find my right rib covered in a black bruise. "Oh, crap, no!" I hurry to the mirror and groan inwardly "Thank you stairs!" I say sarcastically to myself. I close my eyes and shudder at the memory.
I make my way up the stairs to find Don. "Donnie?" I call as I reach the top of the stairs, ribs protesting, "In here" He calls from a room at the end of the landing. I make my way in and gasp at the surroundings. Pictures of Red, everywhere, maps, associates plastered all over the walls. "Welcome to my office or The Red Room, as I like to call it" He says. "I can see why" I chuckle.
Wanting to be near him, I walk over and rest my chin at the top of his head. "How are you feeling?" He asks me. I sigh and walk in front of him. "Crappy, I guess, my right side is as black as a-" Oh shit "Um nothing" I say quickly, walking over to a plastered wall. I mentally curse myself for being such a blabber mouth. "Liz ... I need to take a look, for any damage ..." I nod meekly and make my way back over. I shyly lift my shirt to reveal my black side. I listen as the angry hiss whistles through his teeth. He encircles my body and pulls me closer, his mouth inches away from my stomach. His fingers start to prod away at my ribs. I wince and writhe at the contact, "They seem okay" He says, still prodding "Nothing broken or punctured" I breathe a sag of relief and his prodding ceases.
Just as I start to pull away, I feel his soft, warm lips touch my ribs. Somehow, the pain miraculously disperses leaving me quite relaxed. Don shuffles away awkwardly and my heart sinks "Sorry" He mutters "Got a bit carried aw-" I interrupt him by giving a swift kiss on his left temple. "Don't be, I liked it" I whisper into his ear. I walk out of the door, knowing there is no going back after that.
SO - Chapter 2 - got some fluffiness in there. Also I apologise if the chapter was shit.
Love you all, asides from the anonymous prick.
Tiara!x
