A/N: Disclaimer: Refer back Chapter 1.
WARNING: OOC, LANGUAGE, WAFF, FLUFF, LEMONS
Chapter 10: Treachery Runs Deeper in the Garden of Eden
Argilla awoke to a wonderful feeling. She felt…refreshed…and free. She yawned lightly and blinked several times, trying to get her eyes to focus. She looked around and gasped. She wasn't in her room…Not in their house.
She felt a lump in her throat…
She then stole a glance at her body and found that she was naked…completely. Her heart raced now. She was on a bed…with black satin sheets…Definitely not theirs. She wanted to sit up but an arm on her breasts prevented her from doing so.
Her hair began to stand up on one end as she had a good idea of who it was there lying beside her. She slowly turned to her side and there, her suspicions were confirmed; it was Serph…her friend.
Her hands flew to her mouth, shutting them before she could emit a shrill cry. She needed to get out of there…now.
She couldn't remain.
'Oh my God! What have I done?' she thought as she went for his arm over her breasts, slowly prying it off of her.
Having been successful at that, she swung her legs onto the bedside, leaning down, looking for her clothes. She found them. As quiet as a mouse, she moved within his room, careful not to make a sound. She carefully put on her clothes.
She stole a glance at her forbidden lover; he was still fast asleep. She looked at the mirror and arranged her disheveled hair. She then went for his lavatory, composing herself, being sure to splash cold water onto her face…to make sure that she wasn't just dreaming.
She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself a moment's peace before opening them once more.
No.
It wasn't a dream; it had all been real.
Her eyes began to water…
'Heat…Sera…Cielo…' Everything that she had built around herself was crumbling now…slowly but surely. What she had done had created an invisible crack onto the sacred pillar of their perfect home…of their perfect family.
How could she have been this weak? How could she have given in to her feelings of lust?
'Wasn't Heat enough for you?' her conscience screamed at her.
She bit her lip harder now. She wanted to cry…She immediately stopped herself. She needed to leave there…immediately. Her kids…Her kids were still waiting for her to fetch them.
She tiptoed back to his room and saw him still asleep. She caught a glimpse of his face; he looked so peaceful…like an angel. Her eyes softened as she looked at him; but nonetheless, she couldn't look at him any longer than that. She turned away and headed for his living room, looking for her purse.
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Serph awoke as he found the source of his warmth gone. He immediately bolted upright and saw that his lover had left. He blinked; displeasure building up within his body. She left him? Without saying anything?
His lips curled downwards, 'No one dismisses me.'
His thoughts were interrupted however as he heard light shuffling noises coming from the other room. He hopped out of his bed and went for the lavatory, composing himself as quickly as he could; she had not left yet.
"Where is it?" he heard her ask, her voice muffled by the door.
Quickly, he finished and donned on his black robe, tying the knot in between effectively. He slowly made for the living room. He needed her to understand something…
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Argilla smiled as she found her purse. She must've dropped it as they spoke…She found it under the table.
How did that get there? She didn't know and she didn't want to know.
She turned for the door and walked towards it. She turned the knob and opened it but it was immediately made to shut back as she saw two palms on the wooden door, on either side of her. She gasped and quickly turned around. Her lover had awakened. He was towering over her, almost looming over her.
His aura was different now…It wasn't sweet or caring…or gentle.
No; she could tell that he was displeased. Her bright pink eyes gazed over his silver pools, searching for answers as to 'why'.
Immediately, his look of displeasure vanished, replaced by a smiling face instead. He leaned in towards her and she leaned back, pressing herself against the door.
"Why are you doing that?" he asked innocently.
"Doing what?" she asked back, timid.
"Leaning away from me?" he asked curtly, his eyes piercing hers, locking her in place. She couldn't move; his hands and his body now pressed themselves against hers…imprisoning her…sandwiching her between his touch and the door.
She shivered but didn't say anything.
"Why are you doing that?" he asked again.
Argilla hung her mouth agape at his question, "W-what do you mean 'why'?" she suddenly spoke, her tone louder than it's usual one.
He didn't look taken aback…It was as if he had already anticipated such an outburst from her. She blushed at that but shook her head, "This is wrong. Please…I…I need to go…my kids…"
"It's not wrong." he said, cutting her off. His nuzzled his face to hers affectionately, whispering to her ear, "It's not…"
Her hands flew to his chest, pushing him away, looking deep into his eyes, "Yes, it is. I'm married."
"So?" he asked, unfazed, totally not grasping the concept of which she was trying to impart.
She shifted uncomfortably against his gaze, "Serph! I can't!"
"Can't what?" he urged her, trying to know what it was she was saying.
"I can't be with you…" she said, breathing it out. "I love Heat." she deadpanned.
He blinked; hurt. "But…you felt something for me Argilla…If you didn't want or need me…then, you wouldn't have…you wouldn't have made love to me." he said, his eyes and voice cracking.
Made love…It wasn't the word that Argilla would use…She didn't make love to him…She merely slept with him. She closed her eyes…She couldn't tell him that; it would devastate him.
"Serph please…" she pleaded, "Let me go."
His eyes, once soft and endearing, became cold, "I…I cannot. I love you."
She stiffened, her eyes gazing at his with bewilderment, "What? What are you saying? There's…there's nothing between us! Please understand that!"
She was crumbling again…It was a lie…and she knew it. She did feel something for him…but she also loved Heat. Which one was truer than the other, she could not discern…and now, her time for choosing had run out.
His eyes did not believe her…
He crashed his lips to hers…kissing her savagely. There was no more tenderness in his touch…Only a mad sense of urgency. She moaned…His taste was addicting…but nonetheless she knew it was wrong…It was a sin.
His hand glazed over her clothes, once again, removing them from her. She struggled against his arms, shifting and twisting her body left and right in hopes of throwing him off of her. Her meek and small hands went for his chest, pushing him away. But he pressed himself closer against her body, making movement almost impossible.
She felt her resolve wavering as he massaged her bare ample breasts. His touch was electrifying…
His lips left hers and suckled on her slender neck. Her hands flew to his shoulders, pushing him away…but she found herself paralyzed as he bit her jugular. Her hands that were once pushing away at him, now gripped a fistful of his robe.
She whimpered.
He had her now.
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She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as he dove within her tight cavern hurriedly. His eyes were fixed on hers and there was nothing in them, save for passion and intensity. Their bodies rocked back and forth as they made love on his living room floor.
He blinked; he said that he wouldn't take her there…but there they were…Oh well.
Her heart rate climbed…her breathing becoming quite erratic…She was getting close now…Serph grabbed her legs, prying them off from his waist. She gave him a pained expression, what was he doing…?
Without pulling himself out of her, he took each of her long and slender legs in his hands, before hooking the back of her knees by his elbows. He then leaned his body closer to hers, forcing her body to bend as well. He then rested her legs on his shoulders as leaned closer. Argilla groaned…Heat had never bent her like this…ever…It was quite uncomfortable…but as the seconds ticked by, her feeling of discomfort gave way to pleasure.
They screamed each other's names as the two came together…and again…Argilla felt his seed within her. The rational part of her mind screamed at her telling her that she could carry his child…But…
She didn't care though…She was still lost in the sea of emotions and pleasure that she found herself mute…Mute to her own words…and to her own sense of logic.
A few moments later, as they again, for the second time that late afternoon, composed themselves, they were once more enveloped in silence.
But it was Serph who broke it.
He walked over to where she sat…on his couch and took her hand in his. She immediately looked up, her eyes watering. His caressed her cheek, "I know you love me…"
"Serph…"
"But I also know that you love him…"
"This is…"
"This isn't wrong." he finished for her, "I'm always here for you…remember?" His words weren't making sense to her. So, what now? What then? What will they do the day after? Would they continue to see each other? Would they avoid one another?
What?
He slowly stood up, turning his back to her, "Now…you were telling me about your daughter. Sera."
Argilla blinked; how could he be so…nonchalant, unfazed about all this? Didn't what they had just done matter to him? Didn't he understand the implications of their act?
"Serph…we had just…done that…and you're asking me about Sera?!" she half-yelled; disbelief and incredulity lacing her heartfelt words.
He turned back to her, his eyes cold, "Yes. I am."
Argilla looked at him with hopeless eyes and he continued, "There is no other need to discuss what had transpired between us Argilla. Your bodily responses are quite enough. I know you love me. And that's enough for me. I don't care if you're married or have many children. I got to have you…That's all that matters."
Argilla couldn't believe her ears…
"But what about you?" she challenged. He blinked, "I…I love you. I told you that. And…I'm willing to fight for you."
He took advantage of her silent state and continued, "I cannot base my conclusions about Sera without having run a psychological test. You know that."
Argilla stood up, her legs wobbly…
She didn't hear him…She didn't want to. She had heard enough, "Serph, I need to go."
He nodded, "Yes. Sera is waiting."
"Sera and Cielo." she said, correcting him, hoping that the sound of her new son's name would knock some sense into him. But alas, he was a blind as a bat and as deaf as an old hag. His face was nonchalant…unfazed by what she had just said. He was unmoved.
Serph was surprised; to be sure. But he didn't let it show. So, they had taken another child.
He nodded, "Sera and Cielo it is then."
She nodded back and turned to leave when his hands grabbed her arms from behind. He quickly spun her around and kissed her passionately. She whimpered and pushed him away but he held on, taking his sweet time within her mouth. He pulled away, moments later, much to her surprise, smiling his all too familiar warm smile, "Love you."
She blinked; did she love him back? Wasn't it just lust?
She couldn't reply. He laughed and ushered her out of his door, "You don't have to say anything. I know you do."
xxxxx
"I'm sorry I was late you guys…Traffic jam." Argilla said apologetically as she drove her two children home.
Sera was silent.
Argilla looked at her from her back mirror, "Honey? What's wrong?"
Sera smiled, "Nothing mummy. I'm just tired."
"Oh. Well, hang on, we're almost home." she said.
"Mum," Cielo asked, "where were you?"
Argilla stiffened, "Um, well, I went to visit a friend."
"You went to visit uncle Serph?" Sera asked.
Argilla bit her lip, "No sweetie. I visited Aunt Janet." She looked at her little girl from the mirror again and saw that she was unconvinced.
"Oh," Cielo piped in, "well, mum? What are we having for dinner? And when is dad going to come back?"
She felt a wrench in her gut; Heat…what would he think…? If he found out?
'He's not going to find out!' she mentally shouted.
No; Serph couldn't tell him…no, he wouldn't…Would he?
As they arrived home, she ushered her children to their bedrooms and had them change. She, on the other hand, went for her purse again…She took out the small bottle and took a small white pill.
She hurriedly took it and swallowed it.
She felt herself calm down. She knew she promised Heat that she wouldn't take them anymore…but if she didn't there was a good chance that…she might become the mother…of Serph's child.
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Serph smiled as he lay there on his bed that night…He had finally had her. He blinked; he had once thought that when he had her, that his desire for her would diminish…that it was just a game of seduction.
But it wasn't.
His desire for her only grew. He felt that…because he had her, he had to have her again…and again…and again.
He had meant what he had told her that afternoon. He really…did love her. He wanted every part of her. But alas, she wasn't his…
He narrowed his eyes…but still, there was hope. She loved him…He was confident…She loved him didn't she? Well, he knew it…but did she?
'It doesn't matter whether she knows it or not…I'll make her understand…I'll make her understand that she needs me more than her oafish husband!' he vowed dangerously.
But then, his thoughts meandered over to what she had said about her children. Sera…and Cielo. He grinned; he really was interested in studying the little girl. She was a mystery to him…and that part of him, that genius part of him, wanted to know. He wanted to know her secrets. But still, he didn't harbor any bad intentions towards the girl…Oh no.
'Wouldn't it be nice if she called you 'daddy' instead?' his inner demon asked him. Pain gripped his heart; oh yes, she called him "uncle Serph". She probably called Heat "daddy".
'Yes…it would be nice wouldn't it?' he asked himself.
He then thought about the other child. He hadn't seen him yet. But he was confident that he would…pretty soon.
She wouldn't deny him; oh no. She wouldn't…That is, if she didn't want anyone to find out.
'The thing is…the more you try to hide something…the more that something sticks out…' he chuckled as he thought that. If she avoided him now, Heat and Sera would know that there was something wrong.
They'd assume many things…
They'd assume that she and he fought…had an argument…or simply…that something had happened between the two that was…undesirable.
He growled at that thought, "But it was desirable. She wanted it. She wanted me too…"
"And there's no way I'll let her forget that." he promised himself with profound resolution.
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Heat had arrived home two days later. Argilla watched as the children run up to him in unveiled enthusiasm. She watched them with happy eyes…They were perfect. She watched them with guilty eyes…She was a sinner.
Heat met her eyes and she turned away. She couldn't bear to look at him. How could she? How could she look into his eyes and tell him, "Hi honey? How was your conference? I love you…I missed you."?
How?
The answer was simple, really.
She couldn't. She wouldn't be able to. She bit her lip…She felt their footsteps and their voices getting louder. The three were walking towards her.
She forced herself to look at him. His red eyes were filled with happiness. He embraced her, "Hey…God I missed you…" he whispered into her ear.
She felt his arms encircle her lithe frame tightly, his hands touching her body affectionately…She winced as she remembered Serph's face…his confession…their act. But nonetheless, Heat must not find out.
Heat must not find out.
She reluctantly returned his embrace.
xxxxx
She, in her pink pajamas, got ready for bed. They had just put the children to bed and she was glad. She needed to think. But taking care of her son and daughter was a daunting task. She didn't have enough time at all!
She arranged the pillows properly and got in between the covers. She needed to rest…She closed her eyes but still, images of Serph refused to leave her. She tossed and turned. It was early though. Heat had yet to come to bed.
Suddenly, she felt his weight sink on the bed, beside her.
She stiffened…She shouldn't be here…She didn't deserve to be on the same bed as him. She didn't have enough time to ponder about it as she felt him press himself against her back, his strong arms encasing her protectively.
"I missed you…really…" he whispered. She didn't reply. Maybe she could pretend to be asleep. He wouldn't notice…would he?
He embraced her tighter but she didn't respond. But still…he had already noticed her stiffening…He knew…
Heat chuckled, "You're awake…I know…" he whispered again, licking her earlobe. His hands ran up and down her pajama top before finding its hem, to touch her flesh within. His hands soon found her breasts and massaged them while his lips latched themselves onto her neck, suckling on it.
She gasped…and squirmed in his arms.
"Heat please…" she pleaded, half squealing in protest of his wandering hands and tongue.
"What?" he asked, taken aback. She was rejecting him? Why?
"I…can't…I can't tonight…" she said, feeling disgusted with herself.
Heat raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"
She didn't say anything and she continued to struggle within his arms, attempting to pry his large hands from her chest. He was getting annoyed; he pulled his hands from her ample breasts and moved with lightning speed to grab her body. He straddled her, grabbing both her arms and pinning them on either side of her face, his legs locking hers together. She was completely immobilized.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, his red eyes burrowing themselves in her pink ones.
"Nothing!" she snapped, "Just…just please…I…I can't tonight." she said, turning her head to her side, no longer having the courage to meet his eyes.
Heat sighed; she was still probably hurt…He remembered. He had hurt her right before he left. She was still probably sore about that issue. And so, he didn't ask anymore and let her go.
Occupying his side of the bed, he moved away from her.
Argilla lay there, unflinching. She didn't want to move even a strand of her hair. She was ashamed. Now, her husband was lying on their bed as far away from her as possible. She felt a single hot tear roll down her face…She sniffed.
They were supposed to be happy…
But how could she be? How could she be happy knowing full well what she had done?
'Serph…What have we done?' she asked sadly, curling herself up to a ball as she turned to her side of the bed…
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The family's breakfast was less lively than the ones that they had before. Heat sat at the head of the table, his nose buried deep within the newspaper. Argilla moved along quietly, serving them their breakfast.
The children looked at one another.
Cielo's sapphire eyes glowed curiously as he looked at Sera; it was a standard "what the heck is going on?" look.
Sera merely shrugged her shoulders. She had an idea…but…she needed to ask her mum first…
Heat didn't really feel like eating today. He had expected that his time with Argilla after such an absence would be…anything but awkward. But, it was awkward. It was obvious that she wasn't glad to see him. She didn't want to speak to him…She didn't want him to touch her.
He really didn't feel like talking to her either. Although he knew that he had hurt her…he himself felt insulted; his male pride felt insulted. It was as if he had poured his heart out only to have it thrown back at his face.
Well, he knew he was overreacting…but hey, it was what he felt. So, the way he saw it…
'The rest of the world can just bite my shiny ass.' he thought defiantly.
He blinked as he felt her move. He really shouldn't be here. He didn't want to see her and she didn't want to see him.
'Fair enough.' he thought, standing up.
"Where are you going?" Argilla asked; her pink eyes mildly surprised.
Heat looked at her, unfazed, his face expressionless, "I'm going to work."
She blinked and bit her lip, "What about your breakfast?"
"No thank you." he said, looking away from her, folding the newspaper neatly, "I'm not hungry."
She opened her mouth to speak but he had already moved over to where the children sat, bending down to kiss the top of their heads.
"I'll see you later pumpkin." he said as he kissed Sera.
"Bye daddy!" she replied gleefully, embracing him tightly. He then moved over to Cielo, "Alright. And I'll see you later too young man."
Cielo gave him a salute, "Yes sir!"
He chuckled and held out his hand, "While I'm gone you're the man of the house. Watch over your mum and sister okay?"
"Okay dad!" Cielo responded enthusiastically, grabbing his father's hand in his.
Heat chuckled and ruffled his hair. He then proceeded to look at his wife…who was still aloof. He looked at her with an expressionless face and merely nodded before turning away, leaving.
Argilla cast her face down, fidgeting with her fingers. He was still angry about the night before…This was not going the way she wanted it…She had just wanted a little time for herself; a bit of time to figure things out. But he had misinterpreted it as a sign of flat-out rejection.
'Oh Heat…It's not like that…' she thought sadly.
"Mummy," Argilla heard Sera's voice. She immediately looked up, "why is daddy mad?"
Cielo looked from Sera to Argilla, "Yeah mum. Dad didn't eat today…and he didn't kiss you bye-bye. Why?"
Argilla smiled inwardly; she was gifted with two intelligent children. She walked over to the children and sat down, drinking her orange juice, "It's nothing guys…It's nothing."
Sera's silver eyes pierced her pink ones, telling her that she was not swayed. She wasn't convinced by her silly and flimsy excuse.
Cielo came over to Argilla, "Mummy…I need to go and make poo-pooh…"
Argilla giggled; momentarily forgetting all of her problems, "Alright. Do you need help?" she asked sincerely, but Cielo seemed to have taken it the wrong way.
He frowned at her, "No way! I can…do it myself!"
With those words, he stomped off for the lavatory. "Hurry up honey or we'll be late for school!" she called on after him.
"Okay, okay!" Cielo called back, annoyance evident in his voice.
Sera huffed, "Boys…"
Argilla looked at her little girl, "And what about you young lady? Isn't there anything you'd rather be doing before you go to school?"
She shook her head, "No mummy…But…"
"But?" Argilla asked, trailing off.
"But…Mummy…are you sad?" Sera asked, her silver eyes twinkling at her pink ones. Argilla was taken aback, "Oh…because of dad?"
She shook her head, "No mummy…you've been sad even before that…Ever since you came to pick us up from Meagan's house."
Argilla gasped but said nothing. She began to tremble. She knew…
Sera nodded, "You were sad since you saw uncle Serph…right?"
Argilla felt her eyes watering…She knew…It would also mean that she knew…everything. There was no more doubt. She felt afraid at that moment; her child, her daughter knew that her mother was…a sinner.
She grasped Sera's arms tightly, "Sera, what are you saying?! Just what is it that you know?" she asked a bit hysterically, her voice cracking.
Sera winced in her touch, "Nothing mummy!" Argilla squeezed the child's arms tighter and Sera almost yelped, "Mummy! I just know that…"
"That?"
"That you really, really like uncle Serph. And that he…loves you." she said finally. Argilla's eyes widened as she saw Sera's hurtful look. What had she done? She immediately let go of the child's arms and embraced her, "I'm so sorry sweetie…I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…Are you hurt?" she asked, looking at her daughter's silver eyes.
Sera's eyes softened and she smiled tightly, "I'm okay mummy…"
"I'm glad." Argilla spoke softly.
Sera nodded, her smile fading, making her face droop slightly. Argilla frowned, "What is it sweetie?"
"Mummy…I have a secret…"
"A secret?"
She nodded, "Promise you wouldn't tell?"
Argilla put her finger on her heart and traced her clothes, marking a cross, "Cross my heart and hope to die." she swore. Sera smiled, "I…want to…show you…"
Argilla raised an eyebrow, "Show me?"
Sera nodded. Without another word, she raised her arm…pointing it to the coffee mug on the kitchen counter; a good four feet away. Argilla followed her arm's trajectory and saw the coffee mug.
"Okay?" Argilla said skeptically, not sure where this rendition was headed.
Sera nodded and slowly flicked her fingers…
Argilla's eyes widened; her mouth hanging agape. There, the coffee mug flew to her daughter's hand. "See mummy? This…is my secret." she said shyly.
Argilla gazed into her daughter's eyes, "Sweetie…" She wasn't sure what it was she wanted to say…Her words were all eaten up within her throat even before they could reach her lips.
With trembling and shaking hands, she reached for the mug. Sera gave it to her without question. Argilla inspected it. It didn't have any strings…or magnets.
Sera sensed the doubt in her mother's countenance, "It's okay mummy…My real mummy didn't believe me either…"
Argilla's eyes flew to hers, "What? No! Of course I believe you!"
Sera shook her head, "No you don't…" She raised her arm again, "Pick one mummy…"
"Pick what?"
"Anything. I…I would bring it to you." she said as-a-matter-of-factly.
Argilla blinked, smiling a bit, "Okay…how about…that figurine?" she asked, pointing to the figurine of a piglet on the counter. Sera nodded and flicked her fingers; again, the aforesaid object flew to her hand. But she didn't hold it; she had it float in front of her mother's eyes, "Here mummy…you take it."
Argilla's heart skipped a beat as she grasped the figurine in her hands; it was no trick, no hoax. It was all real.
"Are…you mad mummy?" Sera asked timidly. Argilla set the figurine on the table and embraced her daughter, "Never. I'm so proud of you sweetie…You're special…"
"Thanks mummy…"
"Anytime sweetie."
Suddenly, their moment was interrupted as they heard a shout emanating from the nearest lavatory.
"Mum!!!!!!!!"
Argilla immediately stood up, "Well, I'll be right back honey okay?"
"Okay." Sera replied curtly.
"Oh and, Sera…let's keep this as a secret huh?" Argilla said, looking deep into her daughter's eyes, looking out for that sincere person within who would vow to keep their promise.
"Okay mummy…"
She nodded. That was all that she needed to hear.
"MMMUUUUMMM!!!!!!!!!" Cielo shouted again.
She chuckled, "In a minute honey!" she called out as she lightly ran. She knocked at the door, "Honey?"
"Mummy?" came the muffled voice within, "I…uh…need a little help…" he admitted shamefully.
Argilla giggled.
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Argilla closed the door. She had just dropped the children off to school. She glanced at their home; all was quiet. She still couldn't believe at what had happened that morning. Sera was…She had never seen anything like it.
She never used to believe in anything of the sort…
Paranormal indeed! She used to say. But now…she really didn't know what to believe. It was extraordinary. She suddenly frowned. She shouldn't have told Serph about Sera.
But still, he really didn't know anything anyway…She'd just tell him that she was mistaken and leave it at that. She didn't need to tell him anything more anyway. She didn't owe him an explanation.
She sat herself on the sofa. She took heavy breaths. She winced as she thought of that. Her head spun. She closed her eyes shut trying her best to remove his face from her mind…but like most of the time when she thought of him, he refused to leave her conscious mind.
She snapped herself awake.
"I need a shower."
Making up her mind, she proceeded to the lavatory.
xxxxx
Serph looked at his schedule. Today was a slow day. He didn't have any patients scheduled until past midday. He looked at his watch; it was only nine in the morning.
He had a naughty idea springing up in his head. He grinned; maybe he should pay her a visit.
He looked at her picture on his desk and again…memories of their passionate time together flooded his brain. He felt a jolt of electricity enter his nether regions at the mere thought of her.
Making up his mind, he left the office.
A good half an hour later, he found himself by her home. He looked at the garage and saw Heat's car was absent and only hers remained. He grinned; he'd have quality time with her…How convenient.
And he had…good enough time to spare.
He stood at her porch and rang the bell.
xxxxx
Argilla had just finished drying her hair when the doorbell suddenly rang. She rushed downstairs. Who could it be?
"Just a second!" she said.
She grasped the knob and pulled, opening the door. All the color from her face drained as she was met with cool and steely silver eyes.
"Serph…" she said, breathing out his name.
"Hello." he said cheerfully. He was rooted onto the spot immediately. She looked…dazzling. Her hair was let loose this time…her long, pink wavy locks dangling effortlessly on her shoulders…She was entrancing.
And so, they stood there, just gazing at one another. Silence reigned supreme.
Serph blinked, "Well…aren't you going to let me in?"
She blushed but nonetheless, composed herself, appearing steadfast and uttered coldly, "No."
"No?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What had happened between us…was a mistake." she said finally. It was true that she did feel something for him; but she herself could not explain it. She thought hard; she had an idea of what it was though: lust; pure lust. No more, no less. But was it really just that? She wondered.
She felt safe with him; she felt confident about him. She liked being with him and being around him…Surely it was more than just lust.
But since, she herself had already stated, she was married, she really couldn't and shouldn't entertain such budding feelings. She had a family. These feelings…the confusing ones that she was harboring now…did not have a place in her family.
And as such, must be cast out.
Serph's heart stopped…Did she say that…she didn't want him? He felt something within him die. His eyes became cold.
"What?" he asked again. He needed to ascertain that he had heard her correctly. After all, he may have been mistaken.
"I said…whatever happened between us was…a mistake." she said, her eyes turning away.
Serph couldn't believe it…He…he was being…rejected?
"Serph…please understand…I'm married." she said, pleading with him. Why couldn't he understand? Didn't he know the laws about these things?
His eyes…his silver eyes betrayed his emotions; emotions that were rendered invisible by his stoic face.
He was crushed.
But then, his eyes became cold once more, matching his expressionless face, "You should speak up a bit more…I don't think the neighbors heard you clear enough." he said, turning to leave.
Argilla bit her lip; guilt engulfed her senses…suffocating her. She immediately bolted from the door and grabbed his arm, "Wait."
Serph grinned inwardly…It worked every time.
He stopped and carefully turned around, his eyes not meeting hers. Argilla felt a wrench in her heart as she looked at him. She remembered…He had been the one…her only one during those times…And even if things were confusing right now, she shouldn't abandon him.
They needed to talk.
They were friends after all…Friends with problems. And as such, they should do everything in their power to resolve those problems. And even if things were as confusing as things were with them, they still needed to pull together.
She owed him…that much.
"Come in." she said finally.
Silence was once again in between them as she led him to her living room. She ushered him to sit and then softly spoke, "Would…you like some tea?"
He nodded, "That would be lovely. Thank you."
She nodded and left him there. She made her way into the kitchen. She made to grab the mugs unaware of the silhouette that followed her.
She gasped as she felt him embrace her from behind, "Serph…! What…What are you doing?"
He inhaled her scent…It was intoxicating. He encircled her tiny waist and pulled her to him, closing his eyes, breathing out in contentment.
She opened her mouth to say something but her words died as his lips found her neck, nipping at it lightly. She closed her eyes and moaned…
'It's a sin…' was the mantra that she kept repeating into her mind. But as his tongue massaged her aching skin gently…passionately…she felt her mantra fade away from her mind…
She leaned back…into his waiting arms…
He chuckled, "I thought so…"
She forced her eyes to open. He thought so? She cursed herself, remembering where she was. She pried his hands from her waist and looked at him, "Serph. Please. We're here…to talk…not for anything else."
Her hands went to his chest and pushed him away, putting distance in between their aching bodies…
'Aching?' she asked herself in self-doubt.
Yes. She damned herself. She was aching…Her body was aching for his…His touch had awakened those treacherous feelings within her again; feelings she thought that she had banished when she left his condo that day…
And now…
'No!' she mentally shouted with burning determination. She won't give in again…Not again.
"Oh?" he asked, rousing her from her thoughts.
"Yes." She took the mugs and brewed the tea, "That's all."
Serph took a step back, slightly annoyed. She was showing more resilience today.
She poured the hot tea into the mugs and set them on the tray. She took it into her hands and looked at him, "Well, shall we?"
He nodded and walked out of the kitchen. She followed after him; she could feel that he was upset. Who wouldn't be?
It was weird to be entertaining a person whom you would probably never want to see again…but he wasn't just any person.
'He's a close friend.'
Yes; that was the only reason why she was entertaining his presence. Had he been someone else, she would have avoided him like a disease. But seeing that they had a strong and special bond in the past before their sexual relationship, she couldn't just avoid him and shut him out.
He needed justification…rationalization and an explanation.
The two again found themselves on the sofas. Serph took the cup and brought it to his lips, sipping the hot tea soundlessly.
"Serph," she began, breaking the ice between them, "I…to tell you the truth, I don't know where to begin. I don't know were to start…"
His silver eyes looked at her again. He set down his cup on the table, calm and composed, "Do you feel something for me?" he asked point-blankly.
She blinked; she had not expected him to be that straightforward. She blushed and turned away. "No."
He chuckled and she looked at him, glaring, "What's so funny?"
"You. You're lying." he said, drawling at her condescendingly.
"Am I?" she asked through gritted teeth, her eyes boring holes onto his handsome face.
He smirked, "Yes. You cannot hide how you responded to me back there. I felt it…You felt it. I know you did."
She narrowed her eyes and stood up, "I'm tired of pretending Serph!"
Serph's silver eyes switched from being playful to being angry, "Then stop pretending damn it! You're the only one pretending here!" he yelled, standing up as well.
"It doesn't matter whether I have feelings for you or not alright?! I'm married! I love Heat! I love my children!" she yelled, "I love to see them smile…" she sobbed, "And…I can't keep doing this with you…I can't…keep betraying them…"
She broke down into tears, "Now…you see why?"
Serph narrowed his eyes at her, "You love them. But you love me too. Why can't you choose me?"
Argilla looked at him as if he grew two heads. Choose him? What the hell was he talking about? Didn't he understand a single word she said?
She cried again, her face within her hand, "I can't…I can't damn it!"
"Why not?!" he asked, his tone rising. He was getting riled up; her answers made no sense! She was just confusing him…
'If she loves me…then, she'll be with me…Isn't that the way it was supposed to work?' he asked himself, not really understanding why it was so difficult for her.
"I'm in love with Heat…!!" she yelled desperately, her voice cracking. "Heat! I'm in love with him! Him! Not you! Can't you understand that?!"
She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't hold her tongue anymore. She needed to tell him…She needed to be cured of her sins…Her lust for him; it was a demon within her bosom that had held her mind and heart prisoner. It had kept her a slave to her own bodily desires…
Desires that could only be extinguished and gratified by him and him alone.
Serph's world collapsed before him…She was in love with Heat? She…she wasn't…
Then…but…what did that mean?
He stood there; shocked. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. She didn't love him back…No…he shook his head. She loved him…He just knew it.
He didn't want to hear any more. He had to leave…He was on the brink of insanity…He didn't need any more of this.
Their eyes were transfixed on one another's; her pink eyes were glowing with resolution and strength while his was filled with disbelief…and anger.
Without another word, Serph turned and left.
She didn't stop him.
"Maybe this was for the best…" she said out loud, as she looked at his retreating form.
xxxxx
He let his hot tears fall…She had betrayed him.
"How could she do this to me? After everything…after everything that we had been through…" he said in regret.
They had shared everything back then…Everything. There was no secret between them. She had told him all about herself and he was happy to listen. She had been broken then…but it was he, not Heat, who picked up the broken pieces.
How could this had happened?
How?
But now, more importantly, what would happen? Would he never see her again? She probably hated him…
He shook his head, 'Of course not…She was just being that way because she's married. She told us ourselves right? Because of that idiot Heat. Get rid of him…and when he's out of the picture…she'd be ours for the taking.' his inner demon coaxed, dangling promising incentives in his face; like a carrot stick in front of the willing but unwitting donkey.
'She loves us…You felt it didn't you? When we touched her…? They way she screamed our name? She just doesn't know it yet…'
"Yes…oh Argilla; I wish that it didn't have to come to that…But you give me no choice. You do love me; you just don't understand it yet. You just don't see…but no matter, I'll make you understand."
"And then…"
He pictured the little girl in his mind; the sweet, timid, bright orphan. She and he were the same…They all needed a happy family.
His lips curved up to a smile; yes, he wanted a family of his own too. But…Argilla was the only woman for him. She had been the only woman that he had ever desired…He wanted her…He wanted to possess her; the whole of her…the very essence of her being. He wanted all of that.
He sneered; Heat wasn't going to stand in his way. Not anymore. He'd get her in the end.
He will have the happy family that he had always wanted…and it would be with her…with his Argilla…
Soon, when he was done, it was he whom she would be making love to every night. It was he whom she would wake up with everyday. It was he whom she would be serving meals to. It was he with whom she would be raising the children with.
Yes…he would raise those children as his own. He had already an instant bond with the young girl. He remembered her silver eyes…Her eyes were like his…Only hers were much softer than his own. But, he remembered her that day…He felt as if he had always known her…from a distant memory perhaps…
But nonetheless, he cared for the child. And the fact that she was…special didn't hurt either. Being with the child would allow him to understand her better. She was…strange yes, highly perceptive…maybe even, dare he think "telepathic"? He chuckled; what he wouldn't give to study such a subject…
And how easy it would be should she become his daughter…
And so, he vowed to himself.
He would do everything in his power…He would do anything to possess Argilla. She would be his and his alone. And Heat? He'd be gone…
"I would have already killed him." he grinned, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
"And his family…would then be mine." he said laughing maniacally.
xxxxx
Heat had not come home even for lunch. He used to do that even if he were to stay only for just a while…He used to say that he got lonely at work and so, preferred to stay and have lunch with them. She used to feel bad for him considering that he only had an hour's worth of break before going back to work…but still, he spent that little time with her and the children.
But now…he was nowhere to be seen. He didn't even give her a call.
She sighed; he really didn't want to see her. And she understood…Her heart felt heavy once more. The guilt…the burden was getting heavier and heavier.
She bit her lip as she thought of Serph…He was still an enigma to her. She had broken his heart. He had said that he was in love with her…and he claimed that she had been in love with him…Which was it? Which was the truth?
'They're all truth…and yet, they were all lies…'
Where did the truth end and the lies begin?
She loved Heat; that was true…She loved the children…That was true too. But then, how did Serph fit in the equation? Like she said, he was an enigma to her. He was like a piece of a puzzle that did not fit anywhere.
She was beginning to feel frustrated.
Then, there was Sera's powers…They were extraordinary. She smiled inwardly, feeling proud. Her daughter was special. But this was something that shouldn't be flaunted. People could take advantage of her.
No. Her abilities were Sera's and hers alone. No one should be able to use them for their own benefits. She narrowed her eyes; she could just imagine what other people could ask of her…ask of her little Sera. They could ask her to perform countless criminal acts…She didn't even want to think about it.
She would protect her daughter…and her secret. She bit her lip harder. She remembered; they were still to receive the formal paperwork to finish up Sera's adoption. It should come soon…And then, there was Cielo.
They really weren't sure up to when he was going to stay with them…She sighed. She was already falling in love with her little guy…
'I want him to stay…' she thought sadly. Sera had grown attached to him and it would just break her heart and theirs should he leave.
She really was thinking of a lot of things…
Her thoughts wandered over to Heat once more as she glanced at the empty chair at the head of the table.
'Right…He's not here.' she thought regretfully.
And so, it was just her and the children. They ate their lunch together in silence. She, having her mind too preoccupied, didn't notice that her children were silent as well. She had been preoccupied with thoughts of Serph and Heat and the children that she didn't even notice that despite the silence, her children were having their mild food fight.
She noticed it, however, when Cielo hurled a piece of his apple pie against his sister, hitting her on the face.
"Got ya!" he taunted.
"No fair!" she said protesting, wiping the pie from her face.
Argilla blinked and looked from Cielo to Sera, "Okay you two. That's enough."
The table fell silent.
"You shouldn't be playing with food. Food is sacred. It's holy. If you continue to disrespect it, we may not have blessings anymore. Do you both want to live in the street, hungry?"
"No." they said in unison.
"Good." she said standing up. She looked at Sera, "Come on sweetie, let's get you cleaned up. You too young man." she said, sparing Cielo a glance.
"Okay." he replied without question.
xxxxx
"What do you think is wrong with mum?" Cielo asked Sera as they played together. Sera stole a glance of their mum and saw her staring at the wall, blankly.
"I think she's sad…"
"She and dad are fighting?" Cielo asked.
Sera blinked, "Yeah…and something, something…"
"Something, something?" Cielo asked, confused.
"Uh huh…maybe she misses her friend…"
"Who?" Cielo asked, frowning a bit, "Is he a man?"
Sera smiled, "Uh huh. He's name is uncle Serph."
Cielo wrinkled his nose, "I don't like it."
"Why?" Sera asked, tilting her head to the side.
Cielo crossed his arms, "If he's a man, then, I have to pro…pro…protect her." he said, stammering.
"Dad said that when he's gone, I have to watch mum and you." he said proudly, his blue eyes shining with determination.
Argilla snapped out of her daze as she heard Cielo speak. He was so sweet. She couldn't help but chuckle at that. She walked over to them and sat beside them, "Okay you two. I think it's time you two took a nap. Then after that, we have to do your homework."
She heard nothing but groans. She giggled; to be young again.
"Okay mum…" the two replied in unison.
She quickly ushered them to bed and again, she found herself alone.
xxxxx
It was early in the evening when he had arrived. He was tired and weary from the trip.
Heat stood in front of their house, just standing there on the porch debating with himself on whether to go in or not. A part of him wanted to; he would see the children again. But another part of him, didn't want to. He would see her again.
He frowned; he really didn't know what the problem was.
'I better just go in.' he told himself finally. He and Argilla had worse problems; far worse than a silly misunderstanding.
She must've been just too stressed the other night to not pay him any attention. Yes, that was it. Perhaps, tonight, it would be different.
Nodding to himself as he felt his body flood with optimism, he grasped the knob of the door and pushed the door open.
"Daddy!" two voices immediately sprang up. Heat closed the door behind him and bent down, capturing the two in his waiting arms, embracing them both tightly.
"Hey kids. How was school today?" he asked, releasing them from his protective arms. Sera smiled, "It was great daddy! I drew a horse!"
"And I drew a bear!" said Cielo excitedly.
"Want to see?" they asked Heat in unison, their eyes big and hopeful. Heat couldn't resist and let himself be dragged by the hands by his children.
They dragged him over to their study table and showed them their work with the outmost feeling of pride and accomplishment.
Heat laughed; he had never seen a pink horse…or a green bear. But still, they were both very cute.
"That's amazing pumpkin!" he said, kissing the top of Sera's head, "How did you do that? It must have been very hard to color…"
Sera beamed at him, her eyes twinkling, her chest heaving up and down in sheer contentment and relaxation. Heat turned to Cielo, "And that too son. How did you manage to draw him so big?" he asked with outmost enthusiasm.
Cielo smirked, "Well, dad, I prac…prac…practiced a lot!" he said, his cheeks slightly beginning to burn as he stammered his word. Heat chuckled, "That's very good kids. So," he said, his smile waning a bit, "where's your mum?"
Sera blinked at him, "She's in the kitchen dad…"
Heat slowly rose from the chair, "I'll be right back guys. Just study and do your homework. I'll just go and see mum."
xxxxx
Argilla was preparing supper when suddenly her phone rang. Wiping her hands off, she reached for her phone. She paled; it was Serph.
What was she supposed to say now?
"Hello?" she asked, picking up the call.
"Hi," came his reply, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry about today…I…I overreacted."
She blinked; he was sorry? She felt herself smile…Maybe there was hope in their broken friendship after all.
"I…I just…I just wanted to know…" he trailed off.
"About?" she asked.
"About us…"
She groaned; not this again.
"Serph…please…I…I thought we talked about this…I…I can't…"
xxxxx
Heat walked into the kitchen with a smile, not just his lips, but in his heart as well. He can't wait to woo his wife back…
He stopped, however when he heard her having a conversation…A phone call.
"…please…I thought we talked about this…I…I can't…" was what he caught in her line. He raised an eyebrow. She sounded…so desperate. She sounded as if she were pleading.
'Who is she talking to?' he thought in high suspicion, his earlier smile slowly disappearing. He pressed himself against the wall, hidden from her view.
xxxxx
"Why not? We haven't finished talking…" came Serph's reply.
"But I…please…I…why can't we just…put it behind us?" she asked, her hands grasping the edge of the kitchen counter tight.
"Is it…that easy for you?" he asked, his voice hurt.
She sighed, "This isn't any easier on me than it is with you…" she trailed off, "But please…I…Let's just forget about it…"
"But…you feel something for me…I just know it Argilla! You're the one who said to stop pretending! So stop pretending!"
Her eyes began to water and she whispered, "Oh…I…I did…I did…want you but…that…that was the mistake…A mistake. We never should've-"
"Don't finish that sentence Argilla. Please." he pleaded with her, his voice becoming ragged.
"Then…what? What do you want?" she asked, her voice an almost inaudible whisper.
"I want you…"
"What are you saying…? Don't you under-"
"For the last time." he said, cutting her off.
Argilla blinked; confused, "What do you mean?"
"I want to be with you…one last time…After that…I won't bother you anymore. You won't see me again…I promise." he said, his voice coarse and broken.
Argilla's heart stopped, "But…it doesn't have to be this way…"
"But it must. Please…That's all I ask of you."
She thought for a moment; this was their last…The last and then, everything would be over. He wouldn't bother her and she wouldn't bother him. It was her chance to relinquish all of her lustful urges towards him and all of her treacherous thoughts…This was the last time.
"A…Alright." she said, finally conceding.
"Thank you."
She was about to say something when the phone went dead. She sighed; she was being weak again. She was lying to him…She really did and does want him.
Badly; but it was wrong. But like he said, this would be the last. They would put it behind them once it was over. She took a deep breath, 'This is the last time…'
xxxxx
Heat's breathing became constricted.
"But I…please…I…why can't we just…put it behind us?"
'Put what behind them?' he thought suspiciously.
"This isn't any easier on me than it is with you…" she trailed off, "But please…I…let's just forget about it…"
'Forget what?!' he yelled inwardly; this was beginning to really irk him.
"Oh…I…I did…I did………………………………… mistake…A mistake. We never should've-"
'A mistake?!' he thought, beginning to be angry; 'What was a mistake?' he asked himself. Alert signals exploded in his head as he began to imagine unsavory scenes in his mind.
"Then…what? What do you want?"
"What are you saying…? Don't you under-"
"What do you mean?"
"But…it doesn't have to be this way…"
His breathing became labored and he began to breathe heavily, his nostrils beginning to flare, just what the hell was his wife talking about?
'And who the hell is she talking to?!' he thought angrily.
"A…Alright."
He couldn't believe what he just heard. He forced himself to calm down; it was probable that he was misinterpreting things again. He ran a slightly shaking hand through his hair, "Calm down…Calm down." he told himself.
If he let things like these make him explode, he'd definitely die of a heart attack at a young age.
He allowed himself a minute more of self-composure before he put on his happy face and walked out of his hiding place, surprising his wife, "Hey honey." he said cheerfully, pecking her on her cheek. She tilted her cheek up to meet his lips, "Hey…I thought you were one of the kids." she giggled.
'Well, she's awfully calm.' he thought distastefully.
"I missed you today. You didn't come home for lunch." she said, turning around to give him her infamous pout.
Heat felt himself melt at the sight and he leaned in, "You better pack that face of yours…" he said huskily, "Otherwise I might have to…take you right here…"
She giggled and leaned back, "You're the boss."
He was going to ask her about the phone call. But not now…maybe later. Besides, should things get ugly, he didn't want the kids to hear.
He pulled away from her, "So, what's for dinner?"
xxxxx
Serph put down the phone with a cold expression. He knew she'd take the bait. He smirked; last time? There was no such thing. But he needed to lure her out…now that things had happened between them…at her house today…
He winced at that.
He was sure that she would avoid him like the plague. He wanted to talk to her again in person…and make her feel how much she really needed him.
He had filed for another leave that day. He really didn't care if they fired him or not…He just had to see her…
He then thought about his plan.
His smirk gave way for a grin, baring his teeth.
He then laughed, 'She'd never know…'
He needed her to love him…He just had to watch her a bit more, won't he?'
He'd watch her every move…
xxxxx
Heat climbed in the bed, feeling weary. She was there in with him, reading a book. He let out a breath. She noticed and looked at him, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." he said. She closed her book, putting it on the bedside table and looked at him again, "Well?"
He smiled, "Nothing. I just…well, I thought I'd surprise you but…I've decided to take up the piled up vacation leaves. I wanted to spend time with you guys."
"That's great!" she exclaimed happily, "Wait. You said you'd take one a month and a half from now." she said, reminding him. He grinned at her sheepishly, "Nah. I decided to take it sooner."
She beamed at him, "Good! When will your vacation begin?"
His grin widened, "Next week. I just need to tie up all the loose ends and put a substitute for me while I'm gone."
She embraced him, "I'm glad…"
He returned her loving embrace and inhaled her scent…her intoxicating scent…lavender.
"Heat…?"
"What is it?" he asked slowly.
"I'm sorry…" she said, her voice filled with regret. He blinked and just stroked her pink hair, "No. Don't be. I should be the one to apologize…I hurt you…" he said, massaging her arms.
She understood…yes; her bruises.
That was why he was avoiding her? Because he thought that it was his fault? She smiled; and she thought that it was because that she rejected him. She misread him. Even after being married to him for almost two years now, she still was learning something new about her partner.
"It's okay."
"Say…" he trailed off, feeling a bit mischievous.
"What?" she asked, curious.
"I still have your I.O.U note…" he said suggestively.
She blinked, "Well…what do you want?" she asked, pulling away to look at his red eyes. He grinned and just wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She blushed; was he insinuating that they…?
She snorted, "Is this what you really want? Because, I won't allow refunds or exchanges once the favor is done."
He nodded vigorously and she sweat-dropped. He kind of looked like Cielo when he begged her to buy him a toy plane. He looked so…adorable.
She giggled, "Okay…then…"
She pulled him by the collar and kissed him, hard. He let himself be pulled and leaned in, kissing her fully on the lips. He chuckled; she was…eager tonight.
She slanted her face and pulled him tighter against her. Heat understood her persuading tug and let her lie on the bed gently, while he moved to be on top of her. He put his legs on either side of her body while his hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
She whimpered, "N…no fair!"
He chuckled and withdrew from her face, grinning, "All's fair in love and war…"
She pouted. He felt his manhood awaken as he gazed at her pouting lips. Her luscious lips were just begging him to kiss her. And so, losing his control, he kissed her again, this time, quite roughly.
She squealed but he paid her no heed. He told her not to do that…Well, she brought it upon herself, really.
His hands grabbed her flesh non-too gently and his fingers grabbed her gown, tearing it. She whimpered again as he pressed himself tighter against her, pinning her further within the bed with his full body weight.
She could feel him losing control…He was…driven…More driven than the previous nights that they had been together.
She gasped into his mouth as she felt his erect manhood, stiff, on her stomach. He bit her lips, tearing the smooth and fragile skin, awarding him with her sweet blood…and her melodious moan.
She was hurt…he knew…but he couldn't stop…He just couldn't…It was as if his desire for her had been repressed for so many days now…that, now, in his chance, he needed to release it…To release all of the pent up frustration, need, want…and complete and utter lust.
He sucked her lips dry of the blood, lapping it up. He felt lightheaded then, as he swallowed her sweet blood…
Her sweet, sweet, addicting blood.
He grasped her wrists tighter, earning him a yelp from her. But still, he didn't let up…No…he just couldn't…He wanted her…He just wanted her…
Badly.
His hand abandoned its post on her now bruised wrists, leaving only one of his hands to attend to them and felt on the bed for something.
Argilla's heart rate climbed; he had never been this rough before…What was wrong? His legs were tight against hers and she couldn't move. His face was on hers, like a wild bear mauling its victim…and his hand…his strong hand was on her wrists…holding her prisoner.
Suddenly, she felt his other hand feeling the bed for something; what was it?
'Ah!' Heat thought as he found what he had been looking for. It was a torn piece of her gown. He lips left hers and he looked into her eyes. She shivered as she beheld his eyes; they were glazed with lust…They were foggy with need…
She gulped, "H-heat…?" she squeaked.
He shushed her and then, immediately, he took the torn piece of cloth and quickly bound her wrists together. She gasped as he tied the knot too tight, cutting the blood circulation.
"W-what…?" she asked, becoming quite scared.
Another jolt of electricity shot through his veins and his hot blood pumped faster…He could practically hear his own heart racing! He was thrilled…seeing her like that…
She was bare before him…bound…She was as helpless as an infant. She was completely at his mercy…and there was nothing that she could do about it. And then, there was him. He was the only one who could help her…He was then only one who could free her from her captivity.
But then…
He wouldn't.
He chuckled and leaned down on her, his face a mere inch from hers, "You know…I've always wanted to do that…"
"I've always wanted to see you this way…" he whispered darkly.
She didn't have time to ponder over it as he kissed her again, his hungry hands on her chest now, roughly grabbing her breasts…
She whimpered again…
His mouth left hers and traveled south…His lips were trembling…He couldn't get enough of her. He just wanted more. His lips found her chest, and like a starving animal, he quickly grabbed her breast and placed it on his waiting tongue and lips.
She groaned as he bit her nipple…But nonetheless, it felt good.
He suckled and sucked freely…unrestrained. He didn't care if she liked it or not…He just wanted her…His hand traveled downwards again and there, it found her panties…the last symbol of her resistance against him.
He quickly did away with it and tore it. She whimpered again as she heard the tearing noise of the flimsy fabric.
He then proceeded to strip himself of his unwanted apparel. Now, they were both bare…
She groaned again as he bit her breast…the skin tearing…He chuckled as he felt the blood ooze from the small wound…He chuckled darkly as he felt the blood mingle with the skin of his cheek.
He rose from her and let her take a look at him. She blinked; her eyes wide with disbelief. Her blood stained his face. Her blood…as red as his fiery hair and furious eyes…
Her eyes wandered over to his finely-muscled chest.
He was, in a word, beautiful.
He was her angel…her dark angel. She gulped as she beheld his dark beauty…Her heart thumped wildly against her chest…She feared, that moment, that it might burst from her body!
His smirk widened and without looking away from her, found his way within her inner folds, his three fingers basking in the warmth within…
She gasped; she didn't even notice…Her face contorted into a face of displeasure as his fingers roughly moved in and out of her core recklessly. She bucked her hips with accordance to his strokes…hopefully catching up to him. But still, his fingers moved within her roughly. She gasped and turned her body left and right…
"Heat…! Heat…!" she moaned and whimpered. But he merely laughed, not saying anything. Her voice was like music to his ears…She sounded as if she was crying…He should be asking her if she was alright…but he didn't want to. A part of him just wanted to hear her cry, sob…writhe in pain…He had hidden and repressed that part of him for so long…but now, much to his dismay, that part of him…that shameful, fearsome side of him had overwhelmed his steadfast self-control.
He himself was at the mercy of this beast…
She gasped again beneath him.
As his hand stroked her wet core, his other hand took her leg, parting the two legs, wider still. When they were parted, he raised the aforesaid leg and hooked it in by his elbow.
Argilla closed her eyes; she was burning up. She found their setup strange though…Her left leg was on the bed while her right one was hooked on his elbow, being stretched, her body being bent. She moaned again as she felt his fingers gain an even faster momentum within her.
Beads of sweat decorated her body now…They were on her face…her cheeks…her collarbone and her chest…
She couldn't help it any longer…She was losing herself…
"Ahhh! Heat…!" she screamed as she came…
Her body convulsed uncontrollably. Heat withdrew his fingers from her core and looked at his digits interestingly as if it were a rare artifact. His fingers were drenched with her nectar. His lips curved up to a smile as he found the sudden urge to get a taste…A taste of her…
It had been too long…
Slowly, as if in a trance, he brought the fingers to his mouth…And there, he sucked them; he sucked them dry. Argilla could only watch him with bright crimson-stained cheeks. She had never seen him this way before…
When he was finished, he looked at her again; eye to eye. She gulped unconsciously as his eyes seemed to pierce, not at her per se, but at her soul…her sense of being.
What was he going to do now…? She wondered…
No sooner than she thought that, she suddenly found herself being dragged from the bed by her bound wrists. She yelped. Heat dragged her out of the bed and she found herself seated on the floor. She looked up at him and saw him sitting on the bedside, his silly grin still in place.
He raised an eyebrow at her. She blinked; not understanding what it was he wanted. Heat groaned as he looked at her…There…she sat…her knees folded beneath her legs, her palms on the floor, her hair, her long and silky hair, messy and disheveled, framing her face beautifully…She was a seductress; his innocent seductress.
She looked at him innocently; not knowing what to do…Not having any more control, he bent down and grabbed her bound wrists again, forcing her to meet him as he pulled it upwards.
Their eyes met on the same level as he held her wrists tight.
He saw a bit of fright in her eyes…It was just adding to his desire for her…And she didn't even know it.
He then dropped her and she landed on her elbows on his knees, her face in between in his legs. He groaned again. Argilla looked at him and saw him nod. She blinked; she understood now. She looked at the spot before her.
She saw his manhood…and it would seem to her that it was eager to see her. She moved her bound wrists so that she had a better position on his knees and then, bent her head downwards. Her bound hands reached for his manhood and brought it to her lips…
Heat threw his head back, closing his eyes as she took his full length into her mouth.
"Ah…aa…" he openly moaned, hissing here and there as her lips and tongue massaged his stiff organ.
She sped up her ministrations, her head moving back and forth. Heat grabbed the back of her head and moved it back and forth, forcing her to have an even faster pace.
She whimpered but didn't stop…She couldn't anyway.
Heat groaned; he was getting close…
Soon, he felt it…He was going to lose it…He pulled her head from his manhood, "I…I…" he stammered. Then, he lost himself…His seed spewed from his shaft and there, it landed on her face…and on her chest, trickling down on her breasts.
He opened his eyes and saw her face splattered with his seed. She blinked at him innocently; her eyes asking him whether she did bad or good. He chuckled at that; she was so naïve at times…
His manhood awoke once more as he regarded her form…meek and timid before him; on her knees…while her face and chest had his essence.
He decided that he didn't have much time. He grabbed her wrists again and forced her to stand. She did as he commanded. He then threw her on the bed; she, landing on her stomach. She didn't get the time to recover as he grabbed her hips and forced her to be on her hands and knees. And without warning, he penetrated her from behind.
She gasped as she felt his manhood slide to and fro at her tight port. She groaned; it had felt…
'Oh God…It feels so good…' she said to herself, lost in her emotions…in her desire…in her lust.
She was jolted from her reverie as she felt a stinging sensation on her buttocks.
"Ah!" she yelped again as she felt it once more.
Heat chuckled as he hit her again; spanking her. Argilla didn't know whether she was to cry or to moan…Heat…he was different tonight…This was a side of him that she didn't know about.
Her heart skipped a beat as he spanked her again, a bit harder this time. She continued to thrust with him, matching his stroke when she felt him lean over her, spanking her again.
She gasped as he hit her. She heard him chuckle and he spoke, "Do you know…that every time I hit you…your walls tighten around me…?" he asked, his voice silky and seductive.
She didn't get the chance to reply as he hit her again, a bit harder than the last time.
Sweat formed on her forehead once more as she panted heavily, her body trying to quell its rising temperature. Soon, the beads of sweat on her face and her chest mixed with Heat's essence…that soon, it was washed off from her completely, dripping onto their sheets.
She stiffened as he spanked her again…It had hurt; her rear was probably badly bruised by now…
But soon, there was no longer pain…jus a dull throbbing in both her wrists and her buttocks as they continued their wildest dance yet. It became a part of her…the pain, that is. She found it a bit disturbing but, she was actually beginning to draw pleasure from it.
And so, she let him do as he pleased…letting herself bear all of the pain…and along with that pain, the incomprehensible pleasure.
They went on this way…in incalculable time; none of them knew when it was that they started to hear the call of paradise…It just came.
Heat grunted as he released his seed within her. Argilla let her head rest on her bound hands as she too came.
They screamed each other's names…and then, they fell…on the bed, together. They panted heavily.
Her eyes were threatening to close but she jolted awake as she felt herself being turned to be on her back. She looked at Heat with questioning eyes; wasn't it over?
His fingers went to her bound wrists and there, released them. Argilla felt electricity surge through her arms as the blood pumped to her deprived hands.
Heat then embraced her, his legs around hers, his arm over her tiny waist.
He nuzzled his face on the crook of her neck and whispered, "That…was what I wanted…"
She blinked; so that was what he wanted from her…It was no wonder that he saved that stupid I.O.U note.
He felt ashamed for a moment…He had hurt her…Did she…think of him differently now? His heart skipped a beat nervously at that notion.
Well, there was only one way to find out.
"Honey?" came Heat's old sweet voice, breaking the silence.
"Hm?" she mumbled back.
"Let's take a shower. What do you say?" he asked.
"Okay…" she agreed, "But…you're going to have to carry me…I'm tired." she said exhaustedly.
Considering what he had just done to her, carrying her to the shower room wasn't a bad price.
"Deal." he said. He was glad. She didn't change.
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And now, they again found themselves on their bed, with clean clothes and cleaner sheets. Argilla wrinkled her nose at that notion; they were especially messy that night. She blinked; had the children heard?
No…probably not. They hadn't knocked had they?
"Argilla." came Heat's voice, "Who were you speaking to in the kitchen? I saw you." he said; Heat had not forgotten. He wasn't stupid. He wanted to know what it was she was to say. It would just seem to him that the lines he had heard were too suggestive that he found it near impossible to justify it as something else…something else other than being unlawful.
Argilla stiffened, her stomach tying itself in a knot. He had been there? She didn't even notice! She began to panic as her heart rate climbed.
How much had he heard?
He raised an eyebrow; she was taking a bit longer to respond…His blood ran cold; was his suspicion correct?
"Oh…well," she said, stammering a bit, "it…it was…Margaret."
"Margaret? What happened? You sounded very upset honey…" he said, drawling at the word "upset".
"Oh…you see…ah…She…"
"She what?" he prodded, his suspicion rising, "You mentioned something about a mistake…? What happened?"
She cursed herself. So, he had heard that as well…He was too close! He shouldn't find out! He couldn't find out!
She had to come up with an excuse…Anything…anything will have to do.
'Just don't get caught!'
"She…you see…I fixed her up with…a colleague from the school…and well, he…uh, turned out to be a jerk and…well…she blames me for the lousy dates…and well…"
Heat felt himself calm down…
Oh. It had been about Margaret. He thought it was something else. Well, he could understand Argilla being upset. She tended to play matchmaker too hard at times…and well, it backfired at her face at times too…
Like this one.
But still, with Margaret, everything was a mistake.
'She's a mistake.' Heat thought sourly.
He held her in his arms, "Oh honey…well, I suppose you should learn your lesson NOT to play matchmaker anymore. See? It blew up in your face…"
Argilla calmed down as well; he bought it!
"Well, is Margaret hurt that bad…? Is she angry at you?" he asked empathically.
Argilla felt like scum at that moment; she was lying through her teeth and here he was, believing every word that passed her from serpentine tongue.
"Well, a bit. She's not…angry…she's just upset. That's why…she and I…are planning on going out for a while…you know just to patch things up?"
Yes; she was definitely scum.
Heat nodded in understanding, "Well, don't let me stop you. When do you guys plan to go out?"
She bit her lip; she hated lying like this…
'Deceiver…' her conscience taunted, scoffing at her.
"Well, we'll see. She's a bit busy from her work and all…"
"Ah…okay." he said then, resting his weary head and heart. And to think that he was already piecing together bad thoughts about her…He was really ashamed of himself.
"Well, let's grab some zzs hm? I've got work tomorrow you know?" he said, chuckling. Argilla snuggled closer to him, "Yeah…" she yawned, "I'm sleepy."
A few moments later, her husband slept soundly while she laid there, awake, wide eyed at what she had just done.
'Heat…I'm so sorry…' she thought sadly.
She shouldn't say that it was for his own good that she was lying…because it wasn't. She was lying to save her own skin…her own ass from being found out for the deceiver that she really was.
She sniffed and let a tear escape her eyes.
She was a liar.
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