Author note: Well chapter four is here! Goodness I feel like I'm on a real roll with this!
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Chapter four
"Hey Lucia? You still can't just let go can you?"
"I suppose…"
He laughed suddenly. "How pathetic!"
Lucia turned and glared. As always she couldn't see who the phantom was but she knew the voice.
It bounced between amusement, sarcasm, and anger. Every now and again it was tender. Once she vaguely recalled it terrified. He had been screaming, furious over something. And so scared when he addressed her.
They were in a room that was vaguely familiar to her. It had many different jars of things on a shelf. She knew instinctively that those jars were not to be touched. A single double bed was pushed up against the wall furthest from the door. She knew that her spot was by the wall. He insisted on sleeping closest to the door.
He felt safe here. Here he could sleep in peace.
All at once the scene changed. She was alone in the cabin and had just woken up. She felt groggy and disoriented. The door opened and he walked in. When he saw her he froze. Then he was on her. His hands were holding her face and he was… Crying? She couldn't see his face but she felt the wetness of the tears against her own hand that she lifted to his cheek.
"I can't believe it. You're back! I thought you'd never wake up! Everyone said that it was useless and I should worry about myself but… Damn it Lucia I was so worried!"
"You didn't leave me behind…" She murmured.
He shook his head and sighed against her. Her arms had wrapped around him and were clutching him just as tightly.
"I couldn't… I just couldn't leave you behind. I thought about it… I almost did. But it…" He sighed and grabbed her into a rough kiss. "From now on Lucia…"
Before the sentence finished the scene evaporated again…
She parted her eyes again and found herself alone in a bed. It was very unfamiliar. And she wasn't as alone as she thought. Demon was curled atop her side, his massive head on her stomach.
As soon as she shifted he moved as well, and barked. She heard the door open and Castiel came into view. She looked him over. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants that hung low on his hips and his chest was bare for her eyes. He really was very well muscled.
She blushed when she recalled the times she'd woken up in the night. She had been wrapped in his arms. But she had been too comfortable and tired to pull away. It had been nice. She recalled some dreams but none of them had been scary as they normally were. They had been pleasant despite the confusion she felt. There wasn't enough for her to know anything.
She had to know who that guy with black hair was. She had cared very deeply for him. And it seemed he had cared for her too in a way. He certainly must have felt something.
What had happened to her? Where was he? Did they argue and separate? Did she get separated against her will?
She couldn't reconcile that mostly happy girl she was with him to the broken, miserable one she became. And Lucia had had enough. She had to know who she really was!
"You know if you want to keep staring maybe I should leave you alone with a picture." Castiel said.
Lucia glared at him as he broke her concentration.
"Really Shooter I'm flattered. I had no idea you cared so much." Castiel grinned. "If you wanted a piece all you had to do was ask."
"In your dreams." Lucia muttered before getting off the bed. "What happened?"
"You fell asleep on me so I brought you in here. I figured it would be more comfortable."
She followed him to the kitchen. He had a container of grapes and toast on the table.
"I didn't figure you for a fruit eater." She commented.
"I'm not actually. I just figured you wouldn't eat what I do have. I mostly eat out or eat junk food."
"So you went out and bought these?" She sent him a look.
Before she could thank him he had blushed and looked away.
"Yeah, well I don't need you to starve on me. I'm going to hop in the shower and then you can have one. Some of my old clothes might fit you."
He vanished into a room before she could comment. She smiled a bit and nibbled a grape. He was being… Sweet. It was definitely a word she'd never thought she'd put with Castiel.
Then again… She shrugged and fed the toast To Demon. The dog licked her hand after he devoured it and she smiled. "You can't eat grapes boy. Besides you're probably like your owner. You probably only eat junk food and bread."
She couldn't help but feel a little saddened by the thought. Even if she hated it Auntie always made her eat food she had cooked. After a week Lucia ate dinner with her Aunt simply because she didn't want to seem ungrateful.
But Castiel didn't have a relative to sit there and keep him from starving. Or a relative to yell at him for oversleeping. She had heard from Melody that Castiel had both parents but lived alone. She didn't understand why he wouldn't live with his parents.
She respected independency. But she also had to admit it was nice coming home to someone.
When he got out her mind was swirling in sympathetic thoughts. "Castiel where are your parents?"
"Huh? Oh, they travel a lot for work."
She turned to face him. And wished she hadn't.
"What the hell!? Where are your clothes?!" She snapped as her face flushed redder than he'd ever seen.
"What are you screaming about? You're the one who stopped me from going into my room with questions!"
Castiel crossed his arms. The towel he wore slipped a bit with the action.
"Hey hold the towel! You don't have enough hip to support it from falling!" She groaned in embarrassment.
"Ah ha, you're paying attention to my hips? I've heard a lot of lines but that is new. Most girls go for the "Oh Castiel you have such a big-"He imitated a girl voice but she cut him off.
"Would you get you're head out of the gutters!?"
"Hey, I was going to say muscles! I think it's you that needs to get their mind out of gutters, Shooter!"
He was laughing at her. "Jeez Shooter! This is as flustered as I've ever seen you! What happened to that I-notice-nothing-unless-I-feel-like-it attitude?"
"Just go put some clothes on." She grumbled with her head in her hands.
"You know I don't think I will just yet. This is too fun. Wanna see some more?" He asked sarcastically.
"Seriously!" She snapped.
"Ha, ha, why should I?"
"Because it… it's indecent to be practically naked!"
"In my own place?" He rolled his eyes and chuckled again. "Anyway if this is the reaction I'll get maybe I should just be this "indecent" all the time!"
He laughed and she heard his footsteps. Before he could grab her she was up out of the chair. She was still blushing but her eyes now tracked his every movement. They stood there like that for a few minutes. Then he chuckled and went to his room. She didn't un-tense until she heard the door shut.
She collapsed on the couch and buried her face into Demon's fur. The dog had curiously watched his Master and the new girl. He didn't really understand humans. But he gave the girl a small lick anyway to comfort her since she seemed distressed.
"He wants to kill me." She mumbled. "He wants me to die, I just no it."
"You overreact to the littlest things." He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.
He held some old clothes in his hands. At least this time he was dressed. She took the clothes and punched him in the shoulder as hard as she called. Before he could react she had scurried down the hall and into the bathroom. He rubbed the spot and sat down.
He turned the TV on and leaned back. Demon put his massive head in his lap and wagged his tail contentedly when Castiel rubbed his ears.
Castiel wasn't used to having people over. He was used to it being just him and Demon. Lysander was different. The silver haired boy would spend the night occasionally, most often when Rosalya and Leigh were fighting or being very loud.
Girls that he messed with never spent the night. He didn't feel like dealing with getting rid of them in the morning. And if he could he went to the girls place anyway to avoid the awkward talk about what they were.
Lucia though… She was a buddy. It went no further than that.
Lucia sighed as she showered with Castiel's things. The soap smelled nice though she supposed. But it wasn't the normal vanilla she bathed with. When she got out she dried herself with a towel and looked herself over. When her hair was wet it curled tightly. It wasn't a look she cared for and she knew Castiel would tease her mercilessly for it.
She sighed and put on the shirt he'd given her. Then she pulled on the jeans. Due to her smaller stature and body the clothes hung from her. She irritatedly pulled the jeans off since they wouldn't stay up and pulled her own shorts back on. Lucia figured that wearing them again wouldn't be too bad since she hadn't sweated or anything. The shirt was comfy though so she kept it on.
Castiel in fact did not tease her about her hair. He was too busy looking at her and regretting he'd given her a shirt. She looked too good with it. It hung low on her, making her look like she wore a dress. It sent a shock jolting through his body and made him more aware of the fact she was indeed a woman. And he hadn't been active in the bedroom for a good few months.
Just a friend, just a friend, just a friend… Can't she be a friend with awesome benefits?
Probably because if he asked she might try and punch him into the sky. He had witnessed her hurl Amber over a table so he wasn't keen to tick her off too bad. She couldn't hurt him of course, he was bigger and sturdier but he didn't really want her to try either. She was probably like Rosalya. He had witnessed that girl pick up a knife and go after Leigh. With his luck Lucia would pick up a chainsaw.
"You look good. Anyway do you want to hang today? I'll introduce you to some friends of mine." He commented with a smile.
"Are you recruiting me for your harem of buddies or something?"
"Where do you come up with these things?" He grimaced. "Sure we can go with that. Just don't fight over me with my head harem member."
"Oh, ha, ha. I'm sure I'll restrain myself."
He walked Demon quickly and then took her down to his motorcycle. He loved the thing so much. His parents had given it to him as a guilt present and then gave him money to modify it for top speed. In fact he didn't live all that badly considering. His parents put money for bills in an account and then more than enough for food and whatever else he wanted.
He handed Lucia the helmet and she put it on before taking his hand to get behind him. Her thighs tightened around him as she put her hands on his sides. Before he could follow his bodies demand to jump off the bike and hit it like he was a caveman he started it up and moved into the traffic.
He went way above the speed limit. He was very happy when instead of shrieking she laughed. He took a corner a bit too sharply but she held on.
All too soon the ride was over and he parked in front of the clothing store. She climbed off and he helped take her helmet off. Her eyes were sparkling in enjoyment, her face flushed. He recalled that Deborah had hated his bike because it messed her hair up.
Lucia didn't even seem to care about it. She was smiling and waiting patiently for him to tell her where they were going. She seemed genuinely okay with being led as long as he asked instead of told. She had so many sides of her.
For the most part she was calm and flirty. She smiled or laughed easily. Then with her geek she became vaguely mothering, as though she didn't know how else to handle his tears. When you pushed her too far she could become extremely violent. He was glad he'd never ticked her off that bad yet. He found every side of her entertaining though. In the end it didn't matter which was the real her before she'd lost her past. He figured she couldn't have been too different.
Deborah had been sweet and independent. Everybody had liked her. But she chose him. She wasn't like Lucia. Lucia was like a diamond, with different sides that shone out brilliantly to create a beautiful gem. Deborah had been a flower. Nothing dangerous or unknown. It had been safe to love her.
"Let's go." He grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her into the store.
"Yo Lys!"
"Oh, Lys baby! It's Castiel! And… Oh my if it isn't wild girl!"
Lucia looked at the girl who sat on top of the counter. She had a darker skin complexion than she was used to seeing and long bleached out hair. And very apparent assets. Lucia felt like the cutting board Castiel always called her in that moment.
She hopped from the counter and ran forward. Lucia would have pulled away but Castiel still had her hand. So she couldn't dodge the hug. He let her go as two other men came from the backroom. The girl continued to hold her tightly.
Lucia was very stiff in her arms. She wasn't a hugger. Or to be more correct she wasn't comfortable with much physical contact unless she knew the person well. Like Castiel or Iris. Melody and Violette too but so far Melody seemed too proper for affectionate gestures and Violette contented herself with simply a quick hug or grabbing her arm. She wasn't used to long drawn out hugs.
"Oh dear. It would be best for you to hug her back. She won't release you until you do." The voice was way cultured.
Lucia stiffly pat the girl on the back. When the girl released her she stepped back and crossed her arms. She eyed the pretty girl and then turned her look to the two men. One was the familiar shop owner. The other she had seen around Castiel at lunch and occasionally in the halls.
"Sorry about that! I just had to give you a hug for putting Amber in her place!"
"Huh? Oh, the fight…"
"Yes the fight! You were superb!"
"Ah thanks I guess." She glanced to Castiel who was chatting with a boy with silver hair and the shop owner.
Rosalya beamed at the girl. She had seen the way Castiel had been holding her hand and how the girls' eyes had sought hum out. And she smelled like Castiel and was even wearing his clothes. So this was the reason Castiel had blown them off yesterday.
"Well anyway I'm Rosalya! And this is my boyfriend Leigh and his brother Lysander."
The two boys' nodded hello to her and Castiel asked with a smirk. "So can you stop yourself from fighting with my lead harem man?"
He looped an arm around Lysander who looked at him with great confusion. "Excuse me?"
Lucia was glaring at Castiel fiercely. "Oh you are an idiot."
"Amusing as this is I'm going to get back to work. Don't mess up the shop or get into too much trouble."
"Aw but Leigh! All you ever do is work! Come with us for a bit!" Rosalya clung to his arm and he smiled indulgently at her.
"I'll take you out later I promise. But there is a new shipment that I need to finalize."
Rosalya pouted and went back to Lucia. She grabbed the girls arm and hung from her. Lucia didn't know really what to do. She was tensed again and wary. She wasn't used to a whole lot of physical contact that wasn't initiated by her.
Castiel must have noticed her issue because he came and pulled her from Rosalya. "Hey don't go scaring her off just yet. I haven't fully made her a member of my harem!"
Lucia rolled her eyes. "Will you ever let that go?"
"Why should I Shooter?"
"Cause otherwise I'll make you lose your baby maker."
"You'd miss it too much if you did that." He teased.
Rosalya squealed as Lysander eyed her up and down for the first time. Lucia felt very naked under the mix matched eyes. A part of her wanted to smack him into a rack of clothes. But his eyes didn't seem judgmental or anything. They seemed mildly curious but not prying so she swallowed her urge with some difficulty.
"In your dreams. It's kind of hard to miss something I've never had."
"So you admit you're curious." He smirked.
"Ugh you are such a freaking perv." Lucia crossed her arms and tried to ignore the fact that she was pressed against the sculpted abs of his chest.
"You love my perv nature." He returned and made her smirk.
Rosalya looked very calculating. Her grin could only be called devious. Lysander noticed it and sighed. It was very like Rosalya to get in others business. She was a queen meddler. It didn't help since she'd been curious to get to know Lucia since the fight.
"Anyway we were thinking of going to the mall. Well Cas? And Lucia you have to come too! I won't take no for an answer!" Rosalya said with a grin.
"Yeah, sure sounds good." Castiel shrugged and shifted so Lucia was under his arm.
Lucia smiled a bit and nodded. Rosalya beamed even more. It was decided that they would take Lysander's car. Lucia sat in the back with Rosalya, who went on and on. She used her hand a lot to talk and touched Lucia casually on the arm a lot. But Lucia stopped tensing and being aware of it. She had decided that if Castiel trusted them then it had to be okay.
About twenty minutes into the car ride she had Lucia laughing. The girl was waving her hands madly and doing a freakily good impression of Amber. Castiel was shaking his head and smirking while Lysander tried to stop the smile tugging his lips. In the end he gave up and chuckled a bit.
Lucia discovered that Castiel and Lysander were in a band together. And that Lysander had a tattoo. That resulted in Rosalya begging to see it. Lucia simply shook her head when the girl tried to drag her into the argument. It was interesting. Rosalya had a bit of a childish side but she was bright like sunshine. Lysander however spoke softly and like he was distracted. He was calm, like a port in a storm maybe… Her metaphors really sucked.
Finally Lysander turned the radio on. Lucia smiled as Rosalya grabbed her arm and buried her head in her arm. It was cute. Rosalya pouted for a bit but it didn't seem to be in her to stay upset for long. Soon she was waving her arms in the air and singing off key too the radio.
Lucia was staring at her wide eyes as Lysander grimaced.
"Damn Lys! I figured by now you'd have given her lessons!" Castiel joked,
Lysander smiled gently. "This is the result of lessons. She no longer sound like a banshee."
"Can't be calling her a siren though either." Castiel smirked as Rosalya smacked him in the back of the head.
"Lys baby… I'll get you when you aren't driving." The bubbly girl promised.
Once they reached the mall Rosalya was declaring that Lucia was her wife. And that Castiel better back off and Lysander had better not get any ideas. It was harmless enough so Lucia simply smiled through it and even responded to being called wife. They went inside and Lucia was immediately yanked around by Rosalya. "We'll be going shopping. Let's meet up in the food court in two hours Okay?" Before the boys could respond Rosalya yanked Lucia away and left them alone.
"Well she seems to have taken a shine to your new friend." Lysander commented.
"I'll say. How about you?"
"She seems nice."
Castiel nodded a bit. He knew that was all he would get out of Lysander. But it was probably a very good thing. It meant that he found Lucia okay to hang out with. If he didn't he would have simply raised a brow at Castiel.
"Well since we've been dumped at the mall I say we go see what we can find at the music stores."
"Mmhmm."
Lucia was watching as Rosalya was flitting through racks at top speed. Every now and then she'd toss things at Lucia who soon found a massive pile in her arms. Many other people were looking. Especially when she protested being shoved into the changing rooms.
"Now wife these things will look good on you! Just trust in me okay?"
Lucia sighed and dropped the mountain on the small seat in the room. She had a suspicion Rosalya wouldn't leave her alone if she didn't try them on. She shifted through them and picked out some things she thought wouldn't be too bad. She had found that she preferred clothes she could move in but showed off her skin.
Finally she pulled herself into a pair of black shorties and a red shimmering napkin top.
She walked out and asked Rosalya to tie it behind her neck and mid-back.
"Oh my god. Buy it, now. You look amazing! In fact buy it and once we find the perfect shoes you are wearing that. Castiel will die!"
Lucia rolled her eyes. In the end the two bought about six bags worth of stuff. Rosalya found clothes that she knew Lucia wouldn't mind. In the end Lucia was thankful Auntie had given her a credit card because Rosalya didn't go cheap.
After they bought a bunch of shoes and Lucia wondered just what she had gotten into with her "wife." Rosalya dragged her to a restroom and picked out an outfit for her to change into. It was the red shimmering napkin top, black shorties, and a pair of red Victorian fashioned boots that came to below her knee. She was thankful she could balance well.
Rosalya had changed too. She wore a napkin top as well but hers was black and white. She paired it with a white mini skirt and black Victorian boots. They tied the knots for each other and went on their way. Lucia had to admit shopping with Rosalya was fun. She didn't really care to shop for herself. But she could trust Rosalya to shop for her and not make her look like an old granny or a prep. And Rosalya seemed to love that Lucia was so lax about it. She loved being able to dress people up.
They were now wandering around for the exit. They wanted to put their bags in the car before they met up with the boys. Lysander seemed to have a bad habit of locking his car. They put their bags in the trunk before locking all the doors.
They finally made their way to the food courts about forty-five minutes late. Castiel was preparing to snap at them until he caught a look of Lucia. He eyed her up and down before smirking.
"You two look lovely." Lysander said politely.
"Matching tops. You guys are so adorable!" Castiel laughed as he smirked.
"Well were newly weds after all!" Rosalya smiled. "These things are still cute to us right Wife?"
"If my wife says so it must be true." Lucia rolled her eyes and smirked.
"So have you decided when to tell Leigh you eloped?" Castiel grinned.
"Oh he won't mind. He'll like Lucia because she can model the slimmer clothes that I can't. We'll be one big happy family!"
"So I'm slave labor then!" Lucia remarked with a grin.
"You'll love the rewards." Rosalya playfully waggled her brows.
After some more teasing around they ordered a pizza. Lucia tried to avoid eating it because it looked way too garlicy but Castiel told her sternly he'd shove it down her throat if she didn't eat. And then proceeded to tell both Rosalya and Lysander that all she'd eaten today so far was some grapes. Needless to say even Lysander took his side on her eating. So she ate two slices to shut him up but took great pleasure in tossing the peppers and anchovies at him.
When he actually caught one and ate it with a devilish smirk she knew she was in trouble. Before she could lunge away he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. She tried to jerk away but he had a hand on her hips to prevent her from leaping up. When she pulled a fist back to punch him he laughed and caught both her hands in one of his.
"Well Shooter? Now what you gonna do?" He teased.
She wriggled about a bit but his hold on her was iron. Finally she turned to see Rosalya FILMING it! Of all the things to be doing. Lysander seemed to looking at them with some interest and a small smile.
"Really Rosalya? And here I thought you were my wife!" Lucia finally said after a moment of more futile struggling.
"I am. Aren't we making so many fun filled memories together?" How the white haired woman could keep a straight face through that and sound so truthful was beyond Lucia.
"Come on Lysander! He is mistreating me here. Doesn't that go against your whole gentlemanly code?"
Lysander cocked a brow at her and smiled pleasantly. "Normally I'd say yes but… You were throwing pizza toppings on him."
"Oh come on! A few anchovies here and there." She laughed despite herself.
Normally she felt like she'd be freaking out. But this was the second time Castiel had proven his strength over her and she didn't really mind. Lucia supposed she felt safe to him. Bu if it had been Lysander doing this… The image didn't match at all…. If it was anyone she didn't know and trust she'd be in full blown rage mode by now though.
"Just you and me Shooter. How are you going to get out of this?"
"I have to pee." She said seriously.
"Oh please, come up with another one." Castiel scoffed.
"Just let me go you tomato sauce head!"
"Again with the insults. They just make me want to keep you here longer."
He leaned back and she suddenly leaned forward. The combined movement caused the chair to totter. His eyes widened and he wrapped his arms around her tightly to hold her close to his chest as the chair tipped backwards. It crashed loudly and she lay there stunned against him for a moment. The noise froze her for some reason. It had sounded like a gun or something.
Then she was all action in the suddenly silent area.
"Are you alright Castiel?" She asked.
His eyes were closed and he didn't have on his normal smirk. Her heart had already been doing overtime but now it throbbed painfully. Was he knocked out? She gently placed a hand on his forehead and Rosalya caught the worried and scared look that crossed Lucia's face on camera.
Lysander had leaned down to look at his friend. He sighed when he saw the red hand twitch his hand and bring it suddenly to the small of Lucia's back. With a small gasp she found herself on her back. The girl had wide eyes as Castiel had his hips between hers and his hands were on either side of her face.
"Now I like this position even better." He smirked.
Lucia blushed as she realized the way it looked. They were in a mall for crying out loud! But she didn't back down.
"Oh I bet you dream of this. Me under you. But I really hope you can come up with a better place to act out your fantasy than the cold tile floor!" She smirked.
Lysander and Rosalya exchanged looks. It was obvious to the both of them that something was boiling between Castiel and Lucia. Rosalya smirked as she kept filming with her camera. Oh, the sweet smell of playful blackmail hung in the horizon. She wondered if she edited it if she could sell some bits of Castiel and Lucia. Separately of course because together they looked like a couple.
"Maybe since you don't seem to really have an issue with it I should just…"
Castiel caressed her cheek and she recognized the flare of that lustful beast again. Only unlike in the gym there was an answering back wave from her. Her eyes darkened and her mouth parted. He bent his head a bit and she sighed when he moved his hand to gently mess with her lips. He brought his thumb down the middle of her lips before dragging his palm down her sides and to her ribcage. Her breath caught when his lips were just an inch away from hers.
Rosalya and Lysander were silent, thinking they were about to see the transition from friend to lover. It would be a turning point. They both liked Lucia enough and thought the girl would be good for Castiel. They knew about her missing memories from him but that was nothing to them. If it didn't bother Castiel it didn't bother them.
Rosalya had never liked Deborah. She believed no one could be that sweet and kind. And when that whole Nathaniel scandal came out she really disliked her. As for Lysander he hadn't known Castiel when he was with Deborah but he knew the aftermath of her leaving him. A string of girls and then nothing.
Castiel didn't hear any of his brains objections. His body was in complete control of the situation at hand. He wanted Lucia. He would worry about the consequences later. But in that very moment it seemed very appropriate to put his seal on her. To mark her as his and to make sure everyone knew it. He studied the face that controlled him and groaned a bit.
Lucia seemed to want it as bad as he did. Her whole body language screamed to be claimed. Her eyes were drifted partially closed and it burned him. He was tired of denying himself and her. They both wanted it.
He cupped her cheek and prepared to claim what was his… Then he felt a cold thing slither over his back and a bit of his face.
End chapter four:
Author note: *hiding behind glass bullet proof.* Yes I did just do that. I dumped a slushy on Castiel. Even though I must now hide from Castiel it was worth it. Three guesses who did it? I'll see you all next time!... Now you review and I'll stop torturing you all about the kiss scene. See ya!
By the way some people call those tops napkin tops, others handkerchief tops so if you want to know kind of what they are… Well I mostly wear them to a frat party or something. They cute though!
