Lyric fired the shotgun again, and Baron smiled proudly behind her. When he found her a little over a month ago, he hadn't thought that a moment like this would come. She had healed slowly, and she had stayed in his house. The mattress had gone back to his bed in the bedroom, and she had moved with it. He was still on the couch though.
"You're a natural," he said.
"Finn never let me touch any weapon," she said.
"He was trying to keep you in line," he said.
"For a long time it worked," she said.
"And now?" He asked.
"Now I'm hungry," she answered.
He took the shotgun from her with a smile.
"Then I better feed you, spitfire," he said.
"Can I try your handguns afterwards?" She asked.
"Of course. Should I teach you some knife tricks too?" He asked.
"Yes, please," she grinned.
"I'm in the process of creating a little monster," he chuckled.
"You should have left me in that alley," she chuckled too.
"Never," he said.
After a long day of teaching her how to use his different weapons, they finally settled in with a drink on the couch in front of the fireplace that night.
"Becky's really good with a gun. Sheamus taught her," she said.
"Finn's friends?" He asked.
"Yeah. They're cousins and a couple. It's kind of nasty," she said.
"I'll say," he chuckled.
"I think Finn always knew that if he taught me how to fend for myself that I would make one hell of a run for it," she said. "And I did try. Many times. He always found me again. Everyone knows everyone in that town. There's nowhere to hide."
"You're safe here," he said.
"I know, and I'm very grateful," she sighed. "It just still feels like I'm a prisoner, you know. And that's not on you. Not at all. But I can never go back and walk safely down the streets."
He knew she was right. He drove to town alone to shop when it was needed. No one had asked why he had suddenly bought women's clothes. No one cared about him. It was another story with her. She emptied her drink in one go.
"What will it take for you to do that?" He asked.
"You already know the answer to that. If Finn's dead, no one will give a shit about me," she answered.
She put the empty glass on the coffee table in front of them. He emptied his drink too.
"I'm going to bed," she said.
"That sounds like a good plan," he said.
She stood up and looked at him.
"Are you coming?" She asked.
"Is that an invite to join you in my bed?" He smirked.
"Did I stutter?" She asked.
He studied her face for a second. She looked dead serious. He almost flew up from the couch, pulled her into his arms, and crashed his lips down on hers. For a little over a month he had desired her and grown to love her, but he had never thought she felt the same way. And maybe she didn't. Maybe she just wanted some comfort or to feel a man's touch. Whatever it was, he was gonna give it to her.
They somehow made their way into the bedroom without tripping over each other. They were so lost in kissing and touching, but they made it there. He pulled her tee off and stared at her black bra. She had the scars that told her story from back when he found her.
"Baron?" She asked.
He looked up into her eyes. She looked nervous. He had hesitated for too long. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to cover herself up.
"Hey, don't do that," he said.
"It's okay. I know what I look like. We can turn the light off, or we can just stop. Nothing serious happened. We don't have to talk about it," she said.
He gently grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her chest.
"Don't do that," he repeated. "I didn't stare because you're ugly. You're fucking beautiful, Lyric. But your scars hurt me and anger me to a point where I wanna take my shotgun and go seek him out."
"So what's stopping you?" She asked.
"The fact that you're standing right in front of me," he smirked. "And I really wanna get you naked more than going after him."
Her smile returned, and her blue eyes came to life. He groaned as she placed her hand on his crotch, rubbing him through his jeans.
"You're playing dirty," he smirked. "Tonight is all about you. I wanna worship you."
He kissed her again, and slowly eased her down to lie on the bed. He took his time undressing them both. His lips traced every scar on her body, his finger caressing every part of her, his tongue sending her over the edge for the first time. She was a beautiful siren to listen to as she fell apart for him. He placed a gentle kiss on her clit before leaving the bed.
She watched him through half open eyes. He was going to a drawer, and she saw him pull out a condom. At least he had braincells enough to think that far. The orgasm he had just given her had taken away any thought inside her head. He walked back to the bed and looked at her.
"Are you sure?" He asked. "We don't have to do this."
"I'm sure," she answered.
She kept her eyes on him, watching him roll on the condom. He slowly crawled up between her legs, leaving kisses on her thighs and stomach. He found her lips again, kissing her breathless while he slowly pushed into her. She whimpered, and dug her nails into his shoulders.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, you're just bigger than Finn," she smirked. "Like, way bigger."
"I'll take that as a compliment," he smirked back.
He kissed her again, buried his fingers in her hair, and started thrusting. She ran her nails down his back, moaning into the kiss, meeting him thrust for thrust. He sped up, working his hips faster and harder, making her fall apart five minutes later. He came halfway through her orgasm, still managing to keep thrusting until his beautiful siren stopped singing underneath him.
He sat back up on his knees, pulled the condom off, and tied a knot. He leaned to the side, and let it fall to the floor. He laid down next to her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her lazily. Both of them were still trying to find a normal rhytm in their breathing.
"You're so invited into your bed again if that's what I'll be getting every night," she said.
"You're inviting me into my own bed," he chuckled. "That's a first."
"Keep complaining, and you'll go back to the couch," she said.
"Hell, no," he held her tight. "I'm not getting out of this bed again."
He kissed her forehead and smiled against her skin.
"I love you," he whispered.
"Baron," she said.
"No, don't say anything," he silenced her with a kiss. "Sleep. We'll talk in the morning."