It's short. Sorry!
I hope everyone liked the last chapter…! There wasn't really much of a response. But anyway. Here is the next one.
"Gosh, you're such a dick!" I yelled. I was fuming; shaking with unrestrained anger. No one had ever gotten me so angry before. I could feel steam coming from my ears as my anger simmered dangerously close to the surface. My skin was hot and searing and my vision quickly growing a hazy red.
"Yes, yes, I am a dick!" Dimitri yelled back. I swivelled around to face him with what had meant to be a glare. Instead, my hair clouded my face, ruining the dramatic movement.
He breathed out slowly, deliberately, closing his eyes. His voice went down a few decibels as he spoke his next words. "Can we please talk about this?"
I crossed my arms and blew my hair out of my face.
"Can we please just be reasonable about this?"
I didn't move, choosing to simply move my face away. I was too angry. "I don't approve of what you did," I shot back. "How could you have made a decision like this and not have told me?"
"Because I knew this was how you were going to react!"
"If you knew, then why did you hide this from me?! And besides, this is my life. My life," I emphasised, jabbing my chest with a finger. "Doesn't that mean I should be involved in the big decisions that affect my life?"
His face turned hard, his lip curling. "That's how it is all the time with you, isn't it? Me, me, me."
"Because for so long it was about me, was it?" I shouted.
It was like a verbal slap to his face. He recoiled and drew back, his wounded expression a mixture of surprise and pain.
I gritted my teeth. "I'm sorry." The words sounded hard and barely there, despite my best efforts to make them softer. It was like getting glass out of my throat.
He turned away from me and slammed the door. I flinched. Then, suddenly, he was right in front of me. His hands were on me, his fingers gripping my elbows. His face was inches away from mine, glowering, simmering with the same anger that burned in me. Both of our well trained, controlled, sage selves had snapped, like a rubber band. It had flung us back into a world of uncoordinated, wild anger. Things had gotten out of hand.
"How could you say that?" he asked painfully. My heart stopped. His brown eyes grew softer.
I tried wriggling out of his grasp, but his hold was too strong. Instead, I averted my face away from his.
"After everything we've been through, after everything that has happened, you say things like that?" His sweet, honeyed voice suddenly became dark, and low and unrecognisable. His next words were chilling. "If I'm just somebody you think you can throw around like a punching bag, then I don't need this relationship. Or you."
Now I was the one who was slapped. My head rose and my eyes met his. Traitorous, hot tears brimmed in my eyes.
"Fine. Fine. If that's what you want, then fine. We're done." I crossed my arms across my chest in an attempt to stop myself from quivering. I was a few seconds away from slipping to the floor and crying my eyes out. The anger was long gone. Sad, awful pain curled in my chest, rendering me immobile.
The door slammed. I looked up just in time to see the edge of his duster as he rushed out.
The key to our motel room slipped easily into the key hole. I wonder whether he's back.
A smile crept onto my face. We had been so good this afternoon. I just hoped it was as believable as it had felt. The reality of the situation had been terrifying. It had really felt like a real fight. The tears, the rage, the physical entanglement; I hope Hans had been happy. We had followed his instructions to a tee. There was definitely going to be some gloating in it for me.
I hadn't seen Dimitri after he had stormed off. It had been part of the plan, I knew that. But still. He hadn't been at the guardian meeting this afternoon, like he had promised. Where was he?
My hand was barely off the door knob when I got my answer a few seconds later. I was promptly slammed against the closed door, my wrists anchored in place.
Then, a voice I knew too well was at my ear, in my hair, whispering, "Still angry?" His eyes were playful, his voice teasing.
"Very." I shoved him.
And then we were kissing. Hot, aching, desperate anger filled our furious kisses. To say it was our most intense encounter so far was an understatement. China was broken. Island bench tops were violated. Torn clothes and buttons were scattered across the room. Uncharacteristic violence filled our love making. Shoves, bites, slaps, and bruising, electrifying kissing.
Small love bites were etched across my skin, his skin. Groans, moans, and wild, fervid kissing filled my world, my universe. The anger ebbed away, replaced by wonderful shades and glorifying shivers of pleasure. Dimitri, Dimitri, Dimitri. He rocked my world all afternoon.
When we finally fell away from each other, panting, breathless and sweating; my bowl overflowing with delightful, sweet sugar, we smiled at each other.
"We should fight more often," we said at the same time.
NEXT CHAPTER: Things get bloody. And not in a good way. Dimitri's a suit. Review?