iv
The bed in the room was the perfect firmness, and the blanket was soft. The room was fine, except for one thing—and that was that there was only one bed in it. The hotel had no other rooms. And so, when I sat up from the bed and looked up at Charles, I wondered what he would say and if he would claim the bed as his own.
He had the same thought when he looked at the queen bed in the middle of the room, sitting on the floor alone. He didn't want to sleep on the floor, and yet, he couldn't force a pregnant woman to sleep on the floor either. "You take the bed, I'll find some way to manage," he said finally, scratching the side of his neck.
He waited until she fell asleep, which was relatively quickly, to exit the room. He went to the main lobby and used the phone they had for guest use to call him, to call Ronald. He dialed his number, covering the dial with his hand so that on the off chance, no one would see the number.
"Hello," said Ronald sleepily on the other side of the line.
"I'm surprised you're still up," Charles said in a half-whisper.
"I'm surprised you're calling me this late in the night. Is this a midnight love confession, or?" Deep Throat laughed at his own question.
"Have you heard anything, yet?"
"About the woman you stole from the underground facility in Connecticut or about something else?" Deep Throat was teasing him, taking pleasure in his small mistake. They respected each other, though as members of the Syndicate, there was tension between them. They didn't always agree on how they should handle Syndicate matters, and they often competed for power within it.
"Does anyone else know?" The Smoking Man didn't want this, didn't want anyone to know. He had hoped he could slip by unnoticed.
"I haven't told anyone, and don't plan on it either. I don't think anyone else knows, other than my informant and me." He took a deep breath. "Why did you take her? You were the one that brought her in."
"It's complicated."
"She's pregnant, isn't she?" Deep Throat asked with frustration in his voice. "We weren't supposed go out looking for romance or anything else, not after they took our families."
"It was one night, Ronald." He brushed his hand through his hair, his throat and lungs itching for a cigarette. "I didn't think this would happen."
"It doesn't matter what you thought. You don't fool around unless there's something special about a girl, Charles. I've known you long enough to know that at least."
"It's been so long since Cassandra was taken, and even if she wasn't, I don't think she and I would have…"
"I know, but, really? You couldn't have been more careful?"
"I can't change what's happened. I have to protect her now. I don't want her to suffer because of my mistake."
"She really must be something else, Charles. I would ask to meet her, if you weren't on this special assignment."
He hung up the phone, tired of Ronald's teasing. It wasn't a joking matter, though he knew Ronald would never let this go. It was dangerous that he knew about this, but he knew he could trust that Ronald would never tell a soul. But, he had to acknowledge that Ronald was right about one thing, and that is that there was something that was special about her. He couldn't deny it, even if he tried.
When I woke up, the sun was shining brightly through the window. I noticed that he wasn't in the room, and I wondered if he had left me all alone. Maybe, he didn't want to have anything to do with me. I put my hand on my stomach, and said, "Looks like we're all alone, baby."
The door opened just then, and he came in, bags under his eyes from no doubt a sleepless night. "You're up so early?" he asked. "I thought you would have slept in until noon, at least."
"I can't sleep anymore. Not tired, you know." I rubbed my eyes as I got up from the bed. "But it does look like you could use some sleep."
"I'm fine." He straightened his tie, clearing his throat. "We should get going. We'll talk on the ride."
"I'd rather we talked here." I looked for the bag of clothing that he had taken up for me, but couldn't seem to find it until I looked underneath the bed. "If we fight end up fighting, it's better that we fight here than in the car."
"I'm taking you home, you're going to pack your things, and then I'm going to find you a new home. You need to be in hiding, from now until I know it's safe for you. Maybe until the day you die."
"Are you fucking insane?" Tears were tugging at my tear ducts, though I willed myself to not cry. "After all that happened yesterday? I'm still trying to find out if it was a drug-induced dream, a nightmare, or a momentary lapse of sanity! You tell me about aliens, and danger, and life, and death. I had to have been insane, if I believed you then. You claim that you work with the FBI, but from what I can tell, you only play a game of lies." I made my way to the bathroom, ready to change and maybe leave him without another word.
He grabbed me, pulling me toward him, before I could reach the bathroom, "I've told a lot of lies in my life, but last night, I did not lie to you. The things I told you, what you now know—I could kill you for having that information!"
"Then why don't you?" I spat, trying to pull away from him but failing. "You could have last night. Do you regret it now, huh?"
"You have no idea what I'm feeling right now," he whispered, staring into my eyes.
"You have no idea what I'm feeling right now," I said so quietly I was surprised audible words had come out of my mouth. I looked into her eyes, bloodshot from the tears that were falling from them. I did regret it, but not as much as I would have regretted other things. That's why I kissed her then—because she was so infuriating in the moment, that if I hadn't kissed her, I would have regretted it. It was the only way to get her to shut up, which was a bonus.
She wasn't willing at first, and I considered backing off, but then all of a sudden, she melted into the kiss. Her lips were soft and warm. The taste of morning breath rolled off of her tongue, but I didn't care. I nibbled on her bottom lip slightly, falling deeper in the kiss too. From grasping her arms, my hands wrapped around her waist and I pulled her closer to me.
Taking her lips from mine, she took a breath, smirking. "I didn't know you could feel," she teased cheekily.
"All humans can, unfortunately." I kissed her again, this time with a sort of hunger that I hadn't felt since months ago; the first time I had fucked her.
Her hands wrapped around my neck. I led her to the bed, making sure to never break the kiss. The feeling of her against me was otherworldly. I pulled her shirt over her head as she unbuttoned my white-button down shirt.
"What the hell are we doing?" she asked as I kissed the crook of her neck, eliciting a sweet mewl from her even sweeter lips. "Oh, fuck it."
"That's exactly what I plan on doing to you." We practically threw clothes off of each other, passion like fire burning between us. Time seem strained, never moving fast enough. I needed her now, and I knew she needed me too. Her hand lay on my bare chest as she kissed my jaw. I groaned as her hand slid from my chest to my crotch, her fingers teasing my balls lightly.
I picked her up and threw her on the bed. Watching her naked body quiver as she waited for my next move, I crawled onto the bed toward her. My fingers slid over her wet pussy, becoming coated in her delicious juices. I placed my tongue onto her clit, carefully rubbing circles into it, tasting her. She tasted of the gods' ambrosia, intoxicating and addictive. How she moaned for me, choking out my name between labored breaths, "Charles."
She begged for me to be inside her, but I loved torturing her. I slowed down my tongue, reveling in the sound of her cry as she pled for me to allow her to climax. "Please, I need you inside of me. I want to feel your big, fat cock slam into me over and over until the only word I know is your name."
Irresistible—that's what she was to me, like a drug, like cigarettes. I pressed kisses up her body. She moaned out, squirming beneath me. "You're so sexy," I whispered against her neck as I inserted myself into her. She was deliciously tight. My mind grew fuzzier with every thrust, warmth spreading throughout my body as I crumbled into a mess of ecstasy and pleasure.
"Charles," she choked out, her nails digging into my shoulders until they broke through my skin. Screaming out like a wild animal, she orgasmed underneath as tears fell down her cheeks from the intensity of it. I lost myself in that very same intensity, succumbing to the arousal that filled me so completely.
"Lindy," I whispered as I finished, slowly rolling off of her. I pulled her naked body to mine, feeling the warmth of her shining, wet skin. "Just give me this minute. I don't want to care about anything else right now."
"Okay," she told me, sinking into my arms.
How was it that I could need a man I hated so much? His every touch was electric; his every kiss was pure fire. When he held me, I felt safe, despite the danger that he had put me in. In spite of all of the hate, all of the anger that he filled me with, he made me feel so je ne sais quoi. "God damnit," I breathed as I curled up next to him, putting my hand on his chest.
He smiled, and looked down to me. "How much do you want to run away right now?" he asked; the questioning seeming out of place, but in reality, not so much.
"More than anything," I replied, my fingers tapping his chest absentmindedly.
His hand reached down to my baby bump and he let it lay there, his thumb rubbing circles at the highest point of it. I saw such yearning in his eyes as he did this, a softness I had not seen before. "Then leave," he said halfheartedly.
But I didn't, I couldn't. I stayed there in his arms, despite all that had happened. He skin smelled of cigarettes, but all I could do was to inhale his scent. My eyes closed as he pressed a gentle kiss against the top of my head. I thought I was crazy, for wanting to stay with this man who might very well have been insane. Aliens. God knows what made him believe in all of that. Aliens, I laughed to myself.
"We need to go soon," I said blankly.
"I need you to pack all of your things when you get home. Bring only what you need most. I'll take you somewhere safe."
"Aliens aren't real, Charles."
"You don't know," he spoke angrily. "We've been hiding things for so many years. Don't ask me what, because if I tell you, I will have to kill you."
"Kill me then," I joked.
He tugged me up from the bed and pushed me toward the bathroom door. "Take a shower and get dressed," he demanded, obviously annoyed.
"Don't you want to take a shower with me?" I tempted him, biting my lips as I waited for his reaction.
He struggled for a moment, contemplating the idea. He was stark naked, and couldn't hide his arousal from me. Lust washed over his eyes as he watched me. "You vixen," he husked. I took him by the hand and dragged him into the bathroom, my lips capturing his as the door closed with a click.
It was nearing midnight and we were absolutely exhausted. We were in the car, our clothing strewn all over the place. She was on top of me, her back dangerously close to the steering wheel. I didn't know whether it was her hormones or years of sexual repression coming out at once, but no amount of sex was enough for her. I was her drug, just like cigarettes were mine. I was her demon, and I knew that from the look in her eyes, slightly terrified but filled with a sort of need that never quite went away.
The car sat in the drive way of the small farmhouse; we couldn't make it out of the car before our passion overtook all else. I'd never let myself be seduced like this before, and I wasn't sure what would happen if I couldn't control myself. I was hoping that this would just be some hormonal thing for her that would pass soon, but at the same time it was some of the best sex of my entire life. The way her legs wound around my waist as I rocked into her, the way her breath shattered against my neck as she moaned out in pure ecstasy, her perfect tightness around my hard cock… Goosebumps dotted my skin as I thought about fucking her as she lied on top of me, breathing heavily.
"Come on," I said, "I'll help you unpack."
"Don't wanna," she mumbled, "Too sleepy."
I opened the car door and picking her up, I carried her into the house. She held onto me tightly, whispering into my ear half asleep, "I hate you."
I knew she did. It wasn't a question of whether or not she hated me, but whether or not she would forgive me. Though I knew it wasn't about forgiveness, simply fucking like rabbits would not take away her problems. Forgiveness didn't matter when she would be unhappy for the rest of her life. And, I did that to her. I wanted to take away all the pain I would cause her, but how could the inflictor be the healer? I set her down on the bed and gazed at her for a moment. She truly was beautiful; she looked so innocent when she was asleep.
I turned around, heading back to the car. Her hand grabbed mine, tugging me back to her. "Don't go," she murmured, "I want to hate you while you're right next to me."
"I'll be back," I told her, smiling a bit. But, when I saw that she had fallen asleep, I left, ignoring all thoughts screaming at me inside of my head.
I sat down in the car, and put it in reverse. I watched the farmhouse in the review mirror, growing smaller and small until it faded into the blackness of the night as I drove away. I just needed to drive, until my head was clear. I didn't know when that would be, if I would ever stop driving. I called Ronald that night, telling him he had to take over my assignment until further notice. He agreed without question.
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