~Lady starlet09: I don't own any of the characters of PR: Time force. Ella is of my own creation and imagination. Please leave reviews afterwards! Thanks. P.S. Check my other stories too, if interested. Rated M for mature scenes and sexual content!
Chapter 7
Eric didn't know why he opened the bottle when he had finished taking his cold shower. Perhaps it was to numb his mind for a while from the responsibilities that he was obligated to, or perhaps to hid himself from the obvious problem that was starting right in front of his eyes as he sat on the couch with a half empty bottle of scotch.
He took another long sip before slamming it on the coffee table as he picked up the missing flier for the hundredth time. It had only been less then four days since he took Ella as his wife. "What have I gotten myself into." He whispered as he stared down at the photo of her.
"Eric?" A sleepy Ella came into the living room with a yawn, rubbing her eyes.
"Why are you still up?" She glanced at the wall clock and found that it was close to midnight. Eric didn't bother to hid the flier. Instead, he reached for the bottle without replying. Ella's lips thinned as she spied the bottle in his hand. By the looks of his slow movements and memories of her drunk step-father, she suspected that he was already half drunk.
Instead of yelling at him for drinking, she went over and sat down next to him. "Whats wrong?" She asked him softly as she caressed his longish hair with her fingers. "I know that some men like you don't start drinking unless there is something that is really bothering them. Do you want to talk about it?"
"Your parents are looking for you." He said matter-of-factly with a curt nod at the paper on the coffee table. "My landlord said that the fliers that they posted are everywhere right now around town."
Ella's face paled considerably, but she didn't' allow her fear to show as she steadily picked up the one he pointed with the bottle and stared for several long moments in stunned silence. The only person who would really give a damn about her, even if it was a tiny bit, was her mother. She would be the only one who would breakdown upon seeing that her only child wasn't in the house. Ella had imagined her mother when she ran away from home in the middle of the day of how her mother would react upon finding her no long there.
She would have first ran though the house, calling frantically for Ella while her drunk husband would emerge from their bedroom, angry and sleepy from his alcohol induced sleep. Then she would run to the next door neighbors and ask when was the last time they saw her daughter before running through the neighborhood, calling and crying hysterically.
Ella's eyes started to brim with tears. She quickly put the flier down and turned her head away from Eric to hid the tears that threaten to spill as she realized just how much her mother still cared for her even though all the angry fighting, arguing and tears that they had gone through since her marriage to Ella's step-dad. She could still recall the nights after they had a fight and she would be asleep, her mother would come into her room and whisper apologies in her gentle voice as she caressed her cheek with her cool hand before planting a kiss upon her forehead as she used to do since Ella was a baby and tucking her teddy bear next to her face.
A big, warm tear spilled over and ran down her cheek. Suddenly, she felt warm strong arms surrounding her as warm breath that smell faintly of alcohol and mint toothpaste fell upon her cheek. "Its alright, Ella." Eric whispered in her hair. He rocked her gently within his arms as they sat on the couch, him holding her tightly against his chest as she tightly held on as he was the only lifeline she had in this world.
"Why does the world hate me?" Ella asked him, her voice breaking as more tears fell. "I never got along with my mother, but I didn't ask for anything like this to happen to me." She broke down sobbing.
Eric wasn't really good with comforting crying weeping women with words, so he just tighten his arms and buried his face into her neck.
How long did they sit like that?
He didn't know, but he did know that she needed to let out all of her pent up emotions and bad memories through her crying. Eric pulled the sofa blanket over the both of him as Ella continued to cry on his chest, soaking his shirt with her tears as he continued to caress her wet cheeks with his fingers.
Ellla eventually stopped crying. She let out a little laugh as she came to realize how soaked his shirt was. "I sorry!" She cried as she sat up abruptly from him. "I ruin your shirt."
He shrugged. "Its just tears. It will dry off easily." Much to her shock, he removed his shirt and tossed it on the table in a heap before sitting back on the couch with on arm resting on the back. "Much better." He sighed.
Her face instantly flamed. Ella tried to turn her face away, but he had her leaning against his warm skin with her cheek resting on one of his biceps. She inhaled his scent as he took her back into his arms, her sad mind slowly turning to that of desire and yearning for his touch as he tighten his arms more so around her body.
"Jesus, Ella." Eric groaned. "I want you so bad but I'm afraid to touch you since its been so long since we last properly said things and such."
She pulled herself out of his arms to turn around to look up at his face. Eric eyes were a little watery from the drink, but they were very much alert. "What?" Said he. "Did I say something wrong?"
Ella smiled and touched his lips with her fingers. "No, I'm just touched by your words, Eric." She replied very softly. " She lowered her eyelashes as she gently took his left hand into hers to stare at the thick gold ring. "I am still getting over how you could possibly show me the kindness that you have given me within this week on such short notice. Its like all of this is like a dream in my mind." Ella waved her other free hand around the general space of the apartment.
"Hey," He said in a husky voice. Putting a finger underneath her chin, he gently forced her head up so he can look into her eyes. "I would do anything for you just to keep you save and happy. Do you understand me? Anything, even my own life, I would give it gladly if it meant that you were going to have happy memories that isn't tainted by abuse or hate."
"But-" She stared to protest.
Eric suddenly silenced her with a hard kiss upon the lips. Damn, her lips were the softest that he had ever kissed. They tasted faintly of cherries, a prime favorite fruit of his since he was a small child. He dimly heard her moan against his roving mouth as he deepen the kiss further, pressing his tongue against them until she let out a small gasp when he touched her right breast with one hand. Eric took full advantage and plundered his way in, not allowing her to escape from him as he tighten his arms around her shoulder, forcing her to remain still.
Nothing in the world that she could think, can possibly compare to what she was feeling within her body as he dominated her mind and sense with his intoxicating scent and sensual touch. She dared herself to touch his naked chest with her trembling hands as they fell back upon the couch, still kissing fervently like young adolescences in the first height of puberty.
"Eric." She managed to say when he paused to catch his breath. "I need to tell you something."
Cheeks red from his pent up sexual lust, he somehow found the strength to hold himself above her on his forearms. "What is that?"
Ella kicked herself mentally for saying it, but he had to know or else things might get off the railroad tracks before they even begun to move in the direction that they both wanted out of this.
"I'm a virgin." She blurted out fast before covering her eyes with both hands in total humiliation and embarrassment.
