A/N: GOSH, I'm blushing, you guys. I am totally thrilled. So much review love all for me! It looks like you all loved the birds part and I must admit, that was my favorite part of the chapter, too. They're moving closer together!
Just a heads up, I have a ton of schoolwork coming up and then finals, so I am going to be quite busy. Hence I am going to try to update as much as I can given the little time I have to do so.
Oh, How It Burns
She could taste the burn all too well.
And she never wanted to stop.
She let it run through her body, flaring her nerves and electrifying her senses. It was liquid fire, molten and bright. It was heaven, soft and glowing. It was him, dark and sharp edges and guns and hot, sticky blood. It was perfectly fucked up, but she didn't care. It was perfect because it was unequivocally, completely, absolutely them.
He curled his hands around her face, eagerly responding to her advance. He shifted so that he was caging her in with his legs, still hovering slightly over her because he was afraid that if they moved too fast that she would freak out, send him away and back to square one.
He broke the kiss to look down at her slightly swollen lips and she swore that she melted under his gaze the way iron heats up under the roaring fury of the furnace.
"God, Violet…"
"Stop talking."
He obliged her because he was not about to fuck this up, not when he finally had the chance to show her how much she means to him, how hard it was for him to lose her, and how he will never, ever let her go again if she wants him back.
He heard her make a little mewl in the back of her throat and he bit the monsters back, warring to beat down the base, possessive side of him that wanted to lock her up and make her scream in ecstasy nonstop for a week or three.
"Violet…"
The warning in his voice made her pause. She knew what he was trying to say. He was giving her a way out. If she decided that this was a mistake, she could easily send him away and they would go right back to where they were. They were hovering on the edge of a barrier that once crossed, would inevitably and irrevocably change everything. That if they continued what they were doing, he was not going to be able to control himself any longer.
She ran her hand through his curls and smiled a smile at him that he knew rivaled the radiance of the sun.
He had his answer.
He growled at her, stripping off her tights and cardigan while she quickly loosened the buttons of his shirt and the cinch of his belt buckle. And suddenly he is confronted with her naked form, and it has been so long, so long, and all the memories from before and of all the lonely nights with just his hand spill forward. His hands are everywhere, memorizing her softness, the contours of her hips and breasts because he is still not fully convinced that this is reality, that she is slowly but surely letting him back into her, all of her.
It's as if she reads his mind.
"I'm here."
He tenderly kisses her.
"I'm here." He echoes her, reminding her of their first time.
And they lose themselves in each other, all of the tension and passion that have built up for years released as they fold themselves together to become one.
The bird book lays on the floor, still open to the page of the Northern cardinal, its brilliant red wings seeming to reach the sky.
She woke up feeling extremely warm and she knew it couldn't be because of the sun. She sits up and rubs her eyes to clear the sleepy haze. Everything seems different, brighter, more vibrant. She feels different. When she turns and sees him laying next to her, naked, all the memories of the night before come rushing back with such a vengeance she gets dizzy and fast colors dance in her vision.
Warmth.
Birds.
Them.
All her breath gets sucked out of her lungs. She suddenly feels as though she can't be in the room a second longer and tries to rush out of the bed to the safety of somewhere else, somewhere where he isn't there staring her right in the face in all his beautifully sinful nakedness, but his strong grip stops her as she swings her legs over the side and slightly hisses at the cold air prickling her skin.
"Please, Vi, don't."
She doesn't speak, but she doesn't move to try to escape his grasp either. She knows his face is contorting in pain, confusion, and hurt. She doesn't dare look around for fear of the heart shattering expression she knows she will be faced with.
"Don't ruin this."
Slowly she turns back towards him, averting her eyes down to the bright purple of her sheets bought for her namesake.
"Don't leave me, Vi."
His voice slightly cracks with the amount of woe that is now descending on his brain like a tidal wave and settling in his stomach in a tight knot because now he fears the worst.
He couldn't bear it, not after having this again. Not after touching her, tasting her, receiving her wonderful affection again. It would break him so much he was sure he would splinter into actual physical pieces like one of her baby doll heads, scattered around the house like disregarded toys.
His voice is pleading now.
"Please."
Please, please, don't leave me.
She slowly snuggles down under the covers again, curling up to him. He throws his arm around her waist and hopes, prays to a God he isn't sure exists and is positive would hate him if he did, that regret would be one emotion that doesn't cross her mind.
He hasn't seen her in a couple days after she slipped out of his grasp when he fell back asleep holding her. He knows she just needs time to process everything and get used to the idea of them again, but he can't help but feel impatient. He has already given her so much time. Now knowing that he has her back within his reach, every second he goes without her feels like a bitter, cold eternity.
He appears in her room and sees her staring out the window with a melancholy look on her face. His heart sinks down to his shoes.
"Hey."
She starts, turning to look at him.
"Hey, you scared me."
He goes to stand next to her, pretending to study the leaves on the tree. They stand there in silence for what seems like forever before he can't take it anymore.
"I won't let you do this."
Silence.
"I won't let you push me away again."
She doesn't move.
"I won't lose you again."
I can't lose you again.
He grabs her hands, pulling her towards him with a sharp tug and wraps his arms around her.
"You won't lose me again."
Her whisper was almost inaudible.
She pulls away from him to go back to the window.
"But you need to realize that I can't go back to the way we were overnight."
He looks helplessly at her back.
"I am going to need time. Sometimes I am going to need space. You have to respect that or else this is not going to work."
She turns back around to look him right in the eyes to make sure he gets it.
"I am going to have good days. I am going to have days where all I want to do is let you hold me. I am going to have days where all I want to do is cuddle and fuck and play cards and read books with you. But I am also going to have bad days where I remember all that you did to me and my family and you are going to have to leave me alone."
She gently caresses his face and the look in her eyes tells him everything he needs to know before she says it.
"But I'm not going anywhere."
A/N: Did I make you guys worried? Reviews are always loved.