The Covenan't Sin
Author's Note Yes, I know that it's been a while... A long while. Lol. You wouldn't believe the hacking I had to go through to get onto my account. I couldn't remember my fanfiction password, and then I couldn't remember my email password to get my fanfiction password recovery and I had to go through another one of my emails that's linked to it and ugh... It was terrible! BUT, after an hour or so I did prevail, so here's Chapter 4. Enjoy!
Last Chapter "Relax, Tyler," she whispered so quietly he almost didn't hear her. She cuddled into his chest, shifting so that she fit perfectly against him.
Tyler sighed, "If you say so." He relaxed against her and felt sleep seeping into his bones. He could still feel Caleb and Chase Using, which meant Caleb was still alive. The thought comforted him and he drifted into exhausted unconsciousness.
Chapter 4
Beep beep beep beep!
The alarm blared to life annoyingly. Sarah's eyes opened. Tyler stirred behind her. She saw Reid on the other side of the room fumbling groggily with the digital alarm clock displaying 7:20 am on its face. He finally got fed up with trying to turn the stupid thing off, so he yanked the plug out of the wall. He let the clock drop back onto the night table and his face fell back into his pillow. Sarah's heavy eyelids dropped and she dozed once more.
It felt like she'd been asleep for no longer than seconds before she was awakened again. Someone was pounding on the door. The three of them ignored it until Reid growled agitatedly.
"Who the fuck is it!" he yelled, on a short fuse after being so rudely awoken not once, but twice. Sarah opened her eyes and looked at the clock on Tyler's night table through the blurriness of sleep. It was nine thirty.
"It's Caleb, Reid," the voice answered. All three of them were immediately awake. Tyler leaped over Sarah as Caleb continued, "I was wondering if you guys managed to keep a hold of Sarah? Is she still here? I checked her dorm but it was empty." Tyler unlocked and threw open the door as Reid and Sarah came to stand behind him.
Caleb's face brightened at the sight of his girlfriend behind his friend, alive and well and not nearly as dirty as he was. He pushed past Tyler, a giant smile on his face, and grabbed her up in a tight hug. "Oh, thank god you're okay!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Sarah assured him. As he let her go she pulled her hair nervously over her shoulders and made sure to cover most of her neck, hoping her smile would distract him from glancing at her exposed skin.
"She, uh, never left our sight," Reid said, rubbing the back of his head sleepily and then stretching his arms above his head.
"Good," Caleb laughed, "I can't thank you guys enough. I owe you two."
Tyler laughed nervously, but Reid laughed convincingly and slung an arm over his friend's shoulders. "Forget about it, man. Any time. But right now you look like shit. Go home, take a shower, change your... clothes-" he plucked on of Caleb's ragged, charred sleeves, " -if that's the word to describe those things, and we'll meet you at the hospital. Alright?"
Caleb grinned. "Yeah, sounds great. Uh, Sarah, want me to walk you back to your dorm?"
"Oh, no thanks, I'm alright. I've got some things to do," Sarah answered him with a smile she hoped was sincere and sweet. "Go ahead. I'll be fine."
"Alright," Caleb finally said, "I'll see you guys at the hospital. Pogue and Kate are probably dying to get out of there." With that, he pecked Sarah on the cheek and left.
As soon as the door was closed, Sarah dashed into the bathroom and swore when she looked in the mirror.
"Reid!" she shrieked, panic stricken. The blond sauntered calmly into the bathroom and surveyed her face with a look of mild curiosity.
"Yes?" he asked, before catching sight of her reflection in the mirror. "Damn! I did a good job!" he said, smirking as he appreciated the prominent hickeys he'd left on both sides of her neck. He came in for a closer look.
"Reid!" Sarah yelled and slapped him across the face, hard enough to make a sound.
"Hey! Unnecessary!" Reid cried indignantly as he drew back and Tyler appeared in the doorway in mid-sentence.
"What's going- Holy fuck, Reid!" The two of them turned to Tyler and Reid grinned even though his cheek was reddening where Sarah had slapped him.
"I know, nice work, eh?" he asked arrogantly. Sarah punched him in the abdomen. "Hey!" he cried, glaring down at the angry blond in front of him while rubbing his abs absently.
"Oh shit," Tyler swore, "I didn't see those. What were you thinking?" Reid shrugged. "Well have you seen your shoulder?" Tyler continued. Reid shook his head no.
"Oh, god," Sarah said, thinking the worst and praying she was wrong. Unfortunately, her suspicions were confirmed when he turned around to face the mirror and glanced over his shoulder at his reflection. A faint bruise in the shape of four fingers marred his muscled back, topped by four crescent shaped red marks where Sarah's fingernails had dug into his shoulder the night before. A slow smile stretched across Reid's face.
"Damn, Sarah," was all he managed to get out before her open hand collided with his other cheek. However, that only made him laugh and he continued, "You enjoyed last night. I don't think I've ever had one this bad before!"
"Oh, my god, Reid!" Sarah vented. She saw the other various scratch marks on his back and the red marks her teeth had left on his neck and shoulder. Reid laughed at her as she sat down heavily on the closed lid of the toilet. She crossed one leg over the other and winced. She uncrossed her legs and, upon further inspection, found the beginnings of new bruises on her inner thighs.
"Reid!" she yelled again.
"What? You didn't scream my name enough last night so you feel the need to scream it the morning after?" he demanded heatedly, becoming irritated. Tyler laughed.
Ignoring his comment, she yelled, "Look!" Pulling the t-shirt up a bit she opened her legs up a bit for a better look.
"What? Up for round two?" Reid quipped. Tyler laughed again.
"No, you asshole, you left bruises!" exclaimed the girl. Reid knelt beside her and pushed her legs further apart gently. He grinned wickedly.
"Deja vu?" he teased. Sarah slapped him for the fourth time within five minutes. "Alright, alright!" He looked closely. Tyler leaned down beside him.
"D'you see them?" Sarah demanded. Both boys nodded. "Then why are you still looking?"
"Good view," Reid said casually. Slap!"Hey! Well Tyler could have left those!" Sarah glared down at him with an 'are-you-serious?' look on her face. Folding, Reid made a last attempt to defend himself, "Well, in all fairness, I did tell you I like it rough."
"That doesn't make things better, Reid," Sarah said, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, you left your marks, I left mine."
Sarah glowered.
"How about you, baby boy?" Reid asked, turning on Tyler. "Anything hurt? Cock maybe? If she did this to my back, I don't want to know what she did to you down there." Reid avoided Sarah's swing at his head. "All I need to know is if the Sims line ends with you?"
Tyler, blushing sheepishly, replied, "No, I'm fine. Everything's fine."
"Leave him alone, Reid, why do you have to be such a bully?" Sarah snapped defensively.
Reid fixed her with a doubtful look. "Excuse me, Miss Wolverine?"
"I guess I should have expected as much from the Ten Second Man," Sarah shot back.
"Now, now, Princess PMS, you and I both know I lasted a hell of a lot longer than ten seconds."
"Alright! Break it up!" Tyler refereed, pushing between them. Sarah's hand drew back to slap Reid again, but judging that six slaps within ten minutes just might break his friend; he caught her hand and forced it gently to her side. "Play nicely, children," he advised, even though Reid was older than him and Sarah acted older than them both.
"Shut up, Tyler," Reid growled threateningly. Tyler ignored him and turned to Sarah.
"Any other, uh, evidence?" he inquired as Reid stomped out of the bathroom.
Sarah's face softened as her eyes fell on Tyler. "Nope, not on me."
"Okay, hold still," he commanded and his eyes turned black. His hands trailed over every mark on her neck and shoulders and then he placed his hands in the insides of her thighs. Her skin tingled, and she knew the reason wasn't the magic. Tyler's eyes returned to their normal, irresistible aqua. "Okay, you can only see them if you know they're there. Reid can make that lovely hand print invisible, too, if he wants, but knowing Reid, he'll show it off as a 'battle scar'. Don't worry, he won't say it was you." His smile was reassuring.
"Thanks, Tyler," she said. They both rose and she hugged him. "I have to go, though. I have to shower and change and get clothes for Kate." She rushed out of the bathroom, gathered her dress, shoes, and bra and had her hand on the doorknob before she realized something important and turned around.
"Could I borrow some pants?" she asked politely. Reid picked up the pajama pants he'd just changed out of and threw them her way. She caught them, pulled them on, and shuffled out the door, making sure not to trip on the too-long legs of the pants.
Author's Note And there it is: the morning after. Ha ha. I had fun writing it. I actually had a lot of fun writing a lot of this story. Anyways... I was looking at my Stats and I have like... 1500plus hits on this story, which got me thinking... Imagine if all those people had reviewed! :O It blew my mind. Lol. Anyways... Please review! And mambosnowchick... You probably don't remember your review, but you mentioned that you wanted to know what the boys were fighting about? I'm not sure which fight you're talking about, so if you could just clear that up for me I'd be happy to PM you with the answer.