It's here, it's new, it's fresh, it's chapter four! As mentioned in the last upload, this chapter contains smut and is also the last chapter of back story. We'll get to know Sheila later on for those who wonder... Anyhow, I hope you'll enjoy dear little hyena. Please leave a review, it helps out a lot!
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Silence embraced them as they looked in each other's eyes. Delsin was nervous; he didn't quite remember the last time he was stressed out over a girl actually... He couldn't read what she actually was thinking; he was just afraid of doing a bad move. Sheila, on the other hand, saw him fidget with the cords of the guitars lightly, making her giggle at his unsteadiness.

"Kiss me." It was almost a whisper coming out of her, but god did Delsin heard it. He looked at her, slight surprise on his face. Sheila blushed, shifting her face away from his deadly gaze. Where did that come from? She said it without even thinking about it.

A large hand found her face again, turning it slowly, making him face her properly. His thumb brushed against her cheek once again as he got closer. The shyness of their approach made it romantic in every way possible. The dim light of the room made them feel isolated from the outside world; it just felt like everything was alright. He leaned it, peeking up at her eyes, looking meticulously at her every trait; looking for approval each time an inch disappeared between them. He was so close... Sheila had difficulty bearing it at that moment. Her hands cupped his face, surprising him in her firm movement; pulling him closer, locking their lips in a kiss they waited since the beginning of the date. His hand slid down to her side, pulling her closer while she deposed the instrument behind her making sure that nothing could get in their way. Delsin felt feelings rush to the back of his spine; he enjoyed this a little too much, her vanilla smell made every of his senses tingle. Her arms laced around his neck. The kiss was passionate; lusty. She pulled back for a second, looking down; giggling at what just happened, he laughed too. As her gaze went up to him, he backed up on the bed and gestured her to get closer, half-laying down, his back leaning on the bed head. He just wanted them to be more intimate at that moment. Sheila crawled on the mattress as he pulled her closer, making her lay on him. She wiggled as he positioned himself comfortably. The light reflected perfectly on the skin as he looked at her mouth. A hand positioned itself on her waist as the other one went for the black cage that trapped her hair; he needed to see them. She helped him; tossing it away as her long red locks of hair fell on her shoulders; he smelled coconut when she played in them. His hand ran through them as he pulled her closer, making their lips touch again. The way her body completed his was unbelievable; it turned him on even more. He needed to cool himself; Dude, don't be an easily excited little man. Her hands went under his shirt, touching his toned muscles as she worked her way up. He was about to lose control at that point. As he tried to calm himself, one on his hand went to his side, trying to get a grip on the bed head. The stress he felt, the feeling of having no control of his body made him twitch. He felt energy fill him as light that came in from the big red sign outside disappeared. Did he really just...?

Sheila looked at his glowing red palm, eyes flickering at him; wide open. She backed up a little bit too hastily for him, sitting in front of a confused and scared Delsin as he looked at her. Sheila couldn't even talk she just didn't know what to think about that situation. Did she just...?

"You're a...?" Her voice was shaky as she pointed his absorbing neon hand, stuttering. He knew she was about to use the term bio-terrorist and that's what made him even more disappointed in what was happening. He got off the bed and walked away from her; he couldn't really tell what her face was telling him at that moment.

"I -I... Should go." He blurted out over his shoulder, leaving her on the bed. Delsin caught his coat that rested on the back of the chair they sat for so long before putting his shoes quickly. As he reached out to the handle; a spark of hope made him think that maybe she'd run after him. The door opened as he got out of the apartment. The door closed.

His foot touched the first step of the staircase before a sound caught his ear. He turned around at the soft voice that called his name from behind. Sheila stood in her door way, fidgeting at her own fingers, looking at him in a way he didn't saw before. She smiled sadly at his view.

"Don't go..." She managed to say in a low voice. Sheila smiled at his approaching figure; he didn't even resist at her invitation and that's what reassured her. She leaned on the door, making it open; inviting him in once again. Delsin took his face in his palm and leaned on the fridge next to her. He heard the door close and her light footsteps getting closer to him. Small hand enlaced themselves around his, pulling them away from his guilty stained face. Her smile soothed him as she stood between his feet. Her hands went up again, he slightly close his eyes at the view; she took his beanie off.

She pulled the beanie down on her head; he smiled softly at the view. He needed to touch her again. One of his hands found her way to her lower back, pulling her closer, making her lean on his chest while she wrapped her arms around him; they hugged. He was hugging a girl that just saw what he was. His chin deposed itself on the top of her head as he sighed.

"You sure you're okay with this?"

"It doesn't change the fact that you're a human being, Delsin." He loved the way his named rolled on her tongue, especially after a statement like that. He signed once again; in relief. Free hugs groups are actually a good thing, after all.

"Let's start all over again, okay?" He laughed, pushing her away slightly, for being able to look at her in the eyes while she nodded and accepted his idea, smiling.

"Yo, I'm Delsin Rowe." His hand reached out to her, as she shook it lightly.

"I'm Sheila, happy to meet you Mister Rowe." He could clearly see that she was containing her laughter, he smiled once again, and he couldn't help himself anyway. Her hand caught his as he removed his shoes once again; leading him on the bed once again.

He apologized; she caressed his arm. That's when he started explaining to her, telling her how he even got to Seattle, he told her about Betty and everything. Delsin didn't really know why he told her everything; he just felt the need to. A strong connection like they had couldn't be thrown away and broken by lies; she listened to him without even blinking. As he talked, Sheila looked at his figure; he looked so strong and willed as he explained his plans. Conduit became one of her vocabulary words at that moment. She was grateful that her mother taught her how to be so open-minded at that moment; to be honest Delsin was too, indirectly. He lied on his side; looking at her while she sat in Indian in front of him. As she gazed down at his grinning face he patted the place next to him; inviting her to lie beside his relaxed body. As she completed the request, he trailed her curves. Her face was resting on her forearm, couple inches away from him. He smiled while he closed his eyes. It should be illegal to feel so comfortable with someone like this.

He felt the mattress move beneath him as she cuddled against his chest. His eyes remained closed as her forehead rested on his. Her contact was burning him alive and she was only touching his forehead can you imagine? He felt naked with her now; even if he would've liked it to be on the literal side, he meant that she knew everything about him. Not everything, but the rest will come eventually.

"Mh..." His voice was husky and deep, it sounded like a pleasurable moan; his eyes were still closed. "I like you." He felt the muscle of her forehead move; he knew she was smiling.

"Oh really?" Sheila's voice almost touched the playful tone but remained sensual. He nodded; trick to make his face get closer to hers discreetly as she laughed at his techniques.

Delsin placed a hand on her waist, pulling her lower part against him making them face more properly. She played with the buttons his shirt, tugging on it occasionally. That's when he remembered a conversation he had with Zeke not long ago when he worked on a special case.

And when the time is right, you will find the right person to direct all that energy towards her. At that moment it'll be a turning point for you my friend.

Was that what he meant? He didn't even think twice when he saw her; something in his guts drawn him to her; as simple as that. Her hands were unbuttoning his shirt at the moment. God did he need her, and he needed her now. Sheila felt it as his body twitch when she got to the lower buttons. She laughed softly before plunging her eyes into his. They stayed like that for a moment until he decided to lean it, not being able to resist the temptation of her lips. Delsin tried to catch her lower lip; she pulled away gently, wanting to tease him a little more. He went for a second attempt; she played once more. The young man knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself longer; but the worst of it is that she knew, sensual smirk cupping her lips. His hands grabbed hers, pinning them against his chest; holding her perfectly in place. A surprised moan came from her mouth; only making him greedier. Delsin lifted himself; now hovering over her body. He looked down at her as she pouted, dominated completely. He then went for her lips, but deviated to her neck, kissing her jaw line gently. A satisfied moan slipped out; his senses were on the edge. Her hands discovered his body for the second time. Her skin was soft. At her contact he found her lips; his tongue pleading to get him, craving to taste her. She reacted strongly at the touch, opening her mouth in the kiss, making it a battle for dominance. She tugged on the bottom of his unbuttoned shirt and t-shirt. In a swift move they were gone, leaving his toned muscles at her view. He was heating up; so was she. Delsin looked at her eyes, filled with lust, noticing she still had his beanie on. Now he only wanted to see her bare body only wearing it. Their lips crashed once more, a little bit more wildly than the first time. She tasted his personality in his kisses; determined, strong-willed... He made her feel alive.

Sheila pushed him off, at his surprise, straightening her body while straddling him. Nothing could be compared to the beauty of a woman claiming dominance. He positioned his hands on her hips as she leaned on him, plastering his body, gluing them together. She felt a strong hand tug her forward, making her hips rock slowly before he almost ripped her shirt apart. She giggled at his sheepish expression, deposing the shirt on his, next to them; checking if he didn't actually rip it open. Delsin's worries didn't last long when he saw her prominent breast in the dimmed lighting of the room. He requested her lips once more, pulling her closer; touching her bare skin, goose bumps rising on her spine. A long pair of fingers worked on her belt, continuing to her pants... And the camo pants were in the company of their shirts. He looked at her undergarments, and smirk at the fact that they matched. Delsin took her in his arms while he sat down on the bed; she laced her legs around his waist, eliminating the little space that existed between them. His hands trailed down to her lower cheeks, pulling her hastily closer. As he kissed her neck thoroughly, Sheila felt his tights twitch only making her want him more. It almost ached how they desired each other at that moment. His hand supported her back as she rocked her hips occasionally, grinding on the bulge that appeared in his jeans. Foreplay is for the weak. And with that the bra was on the ground. He molded her right breast; massaging it lightly as they kissed passionately; with a sparkle of lust to spice it up.

The Akomish lifted his body, taking her in his course, changing the position; she was back on the bed. His hand trailed down to her hips, touching the warm skin of her leg and then went up, cupping her bottom cheeks, lifting her against him. She lifted her leg and perched it on his back; letting him explore her body freely. The caresses were tender, so smooth and light that the world didn't exist anymore. Her heel pushed down on his jeans, making them slide slightly down. He got the message and got rid of them quickly, releasing him from their dreadful grasp. The feeling of her skin on his... Every caress, every touch, every smell, and every sound she made; he felt everything to the core of his soul. The weirdest thing was how he was able to contain himself so easily. They were at two piece of clothing to be united; finally. A grunt slipped between two kisses when her hand applied pressure on the bulge that appeared. Sheila's hand were impatient, but remained loving. Something took over him and grabbed her hands, pinning them over her head holding her by the wrists, while she looked at him in a kinky way. He attacked her neck once more, parting her legs with the unoccupied hand; massaging, applying pressure to where he knew she'd go crazy. She shivered at every touch as his middle finger slid up and down pretty easily, arching her back to encourage him. He then inserted the tips of his fingers, making light circular moves. Her body temperature rose at his actions. He felt it underneath him, almost at the breaking point already. Enough is enough. His hands worked their way to his underwear and made them disappear on the floor; at last. He then lowered himself again, kissing her roughly with the mixture of a moan when the swollen head of his member brushed again her womanhood before resting on her stomach. She locked her legs around his waist, lowering the young Conduit even more. Delsin wanted it to be perfect; he didn't know why, he just wanted to make love to her. His hips rocked forward in a regular pace, grinding their sensible points together. Her hands were still captured by his as he kissed her neck thoroughly.

"I want you so bad." His eyes were closed, silent words slipping in between two kisses.

His voice was mellow; kissing her soul as he gently removed her laced undergarment. Her cuffs untangled themselves; now attacking every part of her body lustily. Was she really going to sleep with someone she only knew for a few hours? Sheila knew she shouldn't, but something about them wasn't real, it wasn't normal. Maybe it was because she was about to sleep with a Conduit... She laughed internally, to hell all of my motives. In a kiss, he rocked his hips forward. Sensations rushed through his brain, shivered like if an earthquake was wrecking him from inside, all of it happened only in seconds. He couldn't be closer to her than now, finally... The warmth of her walls invaded him while he pushed slowly deeper, feeling her back arch at every inch she took. His pace was slow, delightful, and passionate. Delsin glued her to him; taking total dominance over her as she felt his quickened breath in her neck. A hand ran in his long black hair; every strand reacted to her touch. It felt like they were only one person, their coordination was perfect, she followed his pace and he followed her body. A pleasurable pressure boiled in the bottom of his stomach, only making him greedier and greedier. He touched her everywhere as she dug her nails in his perfect flesh; marking him. Something wild took over them as their pace went higher, bringing them to the edge. Delsin took every thrust she made; accompanying him. He felt his body twitch violently; he knew he was close. With a last thrust, instinct took the wheel and he bitted her deeply on the shoulder; bringing blood to drip on the pillow underneath her; releasing himself in her. She cringed at the stinging pain he caused her; trying to catch her breath from the moment they just shared. He rolled on her side, cold feeling in his body; he felt cold? It's like the boiling pressure of his Conduit powers were cooled down. At that moment he didn't really care, realizing what he did to her as he saw the blood on her shoulder.

"Damn, sorry babe..." He examined the wound catching his breath; he could even identify every of his teeth. She smiled softly at him, grabbing some tissues next to her, patting the bite gently; cleaning the blood as he looked at her small figure.

At that moment she felt that something wasn't right with that bite; it was burning hot, but in a pleasurable way. It made her feel warm and loved; desired. Delsin dressed himself of his boxers and went to get rags to disinfect the injury he caused her. As he joined her once again, his eyes narrowed at the view; she had her naked back turned on him, he couldn't find the bloody mark. He sat next to her as she covered herself; anticipating the stinging pain of the disinfecting alcohol. Instead, shaky fingers touched the area softly.

"What is it Del?" Something in her voice seemed worried as he kissed her on the cheek.

"You've healed already..."

She knew he was trying to reassure her as the tip of her fingers touched the cicatrised bite. She shrugged as she dressed herself under his worried eyes. They laid down in bed once more, wrapping his numb body around hers. They talked about what happened; making hypothesis and finding reasons. The most concrete one they found was that Delsin's fast-healing capabilities helped the wound when he did it. She placed a kiss on his cheek; telling him that whatever it was, it wasn't a big deal. He felt her breath brush against his chest, relaxing him even more. She took his beanie off as he stroked her hair. He couldn't realise what just happened... The only thing that he knew is that the connection he felt just sealed itself when he bitted her. Delsin didn't remember the last time he even felt so good with a girl. Thoughts swam into his mind before it went haze, sleep taking them in its arms while they embraced each other tightly.