A/N: This is going to be rather short. RL hit me hard and I had to get out of the state for a while and away from people. Sorry about the long wait and the short update. I wanted to get this out quick so you'd know I did not abandon this story. I will be writing more and hopefully updating by the end of the week or so. I hope this satifies you at least a little bit. Katrin, you'll be hearing from me. :) Sorry about the long wait. I hope I didn't disappoint. --Adora

CHAPTER SEVEN: The Fear You Won't Fall

"I know you're scared I'll soon be over it/that's part of it all/Part of the beauty of falling in love with you/the fear you won't fall." The Fear You Won't Fall

Ignoring the fact that I was mere inches away from buns of steel, I tried to calm myself down. It wasn't the outcome of the talk that had me worried but the actual process of talking, of lying everything down on the table and the wait to see what would happen next. For some reason airing everything out just didn't sit well with me.

Knowing I wouldn't be able to get away from him now, I resigned myself to my fate.

Mrs. Bestler greeted us as if we presented another ordinary occurrence, of course with my life out of the ordinary is normal, for me anyways.

"Floor three. Cavemen and damsels in distress."

I snorted at the comment and he bounced me lightly forcing me to stop. His arm left my legs and I thought he was going to drop me, the thought quickly vanished when I heard the door open a few seconds later. He set me down in my apartment and handed me Rex before locking the door.

I went to put Rex in his normal place. I was stalling. I saw Ranger sit in my good chair out of the corner of my eyes. I felt him staring at me, willing me to confront the situation. Then without letting myself think about it anymore I straightened my shoulders, and I forced myself to go with it without another thought.

I turned around abruptly and promptly sat down on his lap. "What do I have to do to have a relationship with you?" Maybe I should have thought about that a little more after all.

His eyebrow rose slightly but other than that he showed no signs of this being out of the normal. He took my hands his, lacing his fingers with mine. He was making sure I stuck the conversation out but I found the action more comforting than a tactic that forced me to stay put.

He looked me straight in the eyes. "There would be rules," I tensed at the word, "Certain things you'd have to be willing to follow. I told you once I was not emotionally distanced from you and that my life didn't lend itself into relationships. I have enemies that can come and go into my life without so much as a warning, people who can spend years perfecting the ultimate revenge. I need to know that you can and will follow not only me but my men when the situation calls for it."

I hesitated in agreeing, because to be perfectly honest I wasn't the best at following rules.

"Will you tell me why," I asked instead. I found it easier to follow at least some rules if I knew why.

"I'll tell you everything I can." I didn't miss the fact that that might be everything or nothing. I agreed with that.

"I won't have bodyguards everyday will I?"

"When the situation calls for it, when it doesn't you have to promise me that if something feels off you'll come to me." His face was set while he said this and I had no hope of changing this.

"It will be something I have to work on," I said slowly, "but I promise that I will try, for us." He smiled at that.

"What do you need from me," he asked.

He hands tensed over mine and it was the only indication that he was nervous of what I would ask for. The most important thing I wanted from him was that he love me, but I already knew that he did and he knew I loved him. It was an unspoken truth and I felt when we were ready to voice it out loud we would, but for right now we were happy with just the knowledge of it.

"I need to know I won't be confined. That you'll ask before you before you come to any conclusions and," I lowered my gaze, "I wanted to be a part of your life, the way you have always been apart of mine. No secrets."

He forced me to look at up him. "There will always be things that I cannot tell you and things that I do not wish to tell you. But I promise you I will try to be less…"

"Batman," I smiled. He nodded.

"By the way I'd never stop you from trying to fly." He leant forward and slowly kissed my lips, "I'd be willing to nurse you back to health if you broke anything."

I wanted to glare at him but ended up closing my eyes and biting my lip as he gently nipped my neck. I felt him chuckle at my throat. He released my hands and placed his on my hips. I moved mine up to his shoulders as he worked his way back up my jaw.

"So it's settled then," I gasped out.

"Yes," he breathed an inch away from my lips. "You're mine."

This time when his lips touched mine it was with more pressure and a hint of possessiveness. I didn't mind for once in my life it felt good to know I was exclusively somebody's and they were mine.

Slowly he lifted me up and took me to my bedroom. He placed us both on the bed and I swear his lips never let mine. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled my leg up to his hip. One of his hands was at the nape of my neck while the other was pushing my shirt up. I threw my head back and gasped as his hand made contact with my bra clad breast. I kicked my sneakers off my feet and he stopped touching me long enough to remove my shirt.

I pulled his shirt off of him and he kicked his own shoes off. He kissed down the valley of my breast and I could barely breathe.

Then suddenly he was at my ear, "I need to know that above everything else you can trust me."

Beneath the lust-induced fog I let his words sink in. I held his face in my hands and let my gaze connect with his. "Always." I whispered.

His gaze darkened and he began to kiss me more urgently this time. He unsnapped the buttons on my jeans and pulled them off of me. I tried to get his cargos off but my attempts were for nothing. He chuckled next to my month before undoing them himself. Frustrated I pushed them off with my feet, and it was then I remembered: no underwear. He shifted me so that I was directly under him and I bucked my hips up making him growl.

His slowed his movements down and looked down at me. He placed butterfly kisses on my face and I let my hands wander around his back.

"I trust you too," He whispered. "Always have."

And those simply words made me feel more loved than anything else in that moment.

He unclasped my bra and tossed it to the side baring my chest for him. He peppered my chest with short but arousing kisses that were punctuated with small statements. And it was the last one that made me realize I never wanted to let him go.

"You're mine." Kiss. "You're beautiful." Kiss. "I trust you implicitly." Kiss. "I'll love you always." Kiss.