Rain was on her knees, Silas sat by the edge of the tub. He held his robe up just enough to expose his wounded thigh. The bleeding had long stopped, but she cleaned up the dried blood off with warm water and a face-cloth. It looks so painful… I know Opus Dei uses self-flagellation and all that crap but this… There's definitely going to be scarring. I wonder if he uses the Discipline whip? God, I hope not. Knowing him, he probably does. He's a bit of a fanatic. Her skirt rode up a little from being on her knees showing more of her healthy thighs. Silas tried not to look but he couldn't help himself. "I'm gonna disinfect your leg, it's going to sting." Silas hissed and growled a little when she poured the peroxide over his wounds. Tiny bubbles formed on each hole caused by the barbs. She dabbed it dry and did the process again. "Ugh! Are you done with that, yet!?" Silas growled, "That was the last time, calm down. Geez." "I am sorry." "It's okay, I know it hurts." She dabbed the peroxide off and massaged Polysporin on his thigh. She used both her hands to gently massage his leg, the pain around his thigh was decreasing and found her touch pleasurable. Afterwards, she wrapped some gauze around his thigh, she did the same treatment to the other leg. Silas enjoyed being touched by her except for when she disinfected him with peroxide. Well, I better ask him about his back… "Silas, how's your back?" His eyes looked surprised when she asked, he didn't say anything. "I know very little about Opus Dei, but I know self-flagellation is involved…that some of you use the Discipline whip. When I touch your back or give you a hug you sometimes wince, though you hide it most of the time, I thought maybe you use it, too." Silas let out a sigh of defeat, "Yes, I use it. My back is sore." "Can you please put on some pants and take off your robe so I can look at your back?" This was exactly what he was dreading, she seemed calm when he showed his leg but this might upset her. Most of all, he was embarrassed to show his body to her. "I will be right back."
He put on pair of his grey sleeping pants and took his robe off. He came back to the bathroom with his upper body exposed, he hated his white skin, he felt extremely self-conscious. Oh my GOD! Look at that chiselled body! Holy shit! He's like living marble Greek God statue! I wanna touch him…everywhere…his back. Back, right, I need to tend to his back! Her face went crimson, she tried to regain some composure but his state of undress was very distracting. She said to Silas as her voice cracked, "Um…C-Can I see your back please?" He turned around and her blush was immediately replaced with look of shock and sadness. "Oh, Silas…" Tears welled in her eyes, trying her best not to cry or sound like she was about to cry, she said, "We need to clean up your back, I'm going to wash the blood off first, then we go in with peroxide, and then the ointment." He was quiet the whole time, somewhat ashamed of letting her see his wounds and his pale skin was embarrassing. "I'm going to put peroxide on now, it'll hurt." Silas winced, and exhaled hard through his teeth. She dabbed the peroxide off his back, she didn't douse him the second time. She massaged the ointment on his back, spot-treatment was recommended but his back was covered in cuts it would take forever to get them all. As embarrassing and slightly painful this experience was for Silas, this was the first time a girl touched him so intimately. All things considered, he hate to admit it but he enjoyed having her small hands explore his back. "All done. I recommend letting your back dry a bit before you change." "Alright." He turned around and saw tears rolling down her face. She looked away. "Rain." It was a command to look at him. "Rain. Look at me." She looks. Tears glazed over her golden eyes making them shinier than ever. He touched her face gently, trying to wipe away the tears. He didn't know what to say to her to make her stop crying. "Silas…H-How could you do this to yourself? There's other ways to repent for your sins!" Silence. There probably is, but this is what I was taught… He put his hands on the sides of her arms and brushing strands of her hair away from her face. "Silas…Silas, please stop doing this to yourself! It hurts me so much to know this is what you're doing! I know this is Opus Dei-style to repent your sins, but I don't agree with it! I'm begging you…no more. I can't stand seeing you hurt yourself or the aftermath of it." If I was in her place, I would be just as hurt and angry with her, too. It would kill me if she did what I have done to myself. Je comprends comment vous vous sentez. "Rain. Please listen to me. I will stop." He embraced her small form, bend down to her ear and softly spoke, "Pour vous, je le ferai." She melted against his masculine form. Content. Relieved. His scent was heavy in her nostrils, so calming and exciting at the same time. She wanted to hug him but his back needed to dry, she had both her hands against his chest, nuzzled her cheek into it and kissed his chest where his heart was. A small barely audible, "Thank you" came from her. She could hear his heart thumping away, never wavering, very strong. Her lingering tears rolled down his hard chest and abs. She stopped crying and looked up at him and smiled. She reached over to grab a towel and dried off her tears then wiped his chest and stomach with it too. Even with a thick towel between their skin, she could feel his heat radiating through. Even his arms that wrapped around her where getting hot.
Now that she was calm and back to normal, she came to the realization that top-less Silas was holding her in the bathroom. She blushed. It was her turn for her hands to get sweaty. She needed to come up with something, "Do you, want to lounge around for a bit? Let your back dry a little?" He ran a hand through his hair, dishevelling it. "Yes, I could use some resting after that." She searched for his hand and led him to the bed. He laid down on the bed, stomach down. "Silas did you want to eat some lunch? I'm kind of hungry." "I would love some lunch, I am famished." She handed him the menu, "You pick this time, I'll have anything you'll have. Surprise me!" Silas looked at her for a moment and said alright. She passed him the phone and he ordered. She laid down next to him on her back. She analyzed him, the way his lips moved when he spoke, their movements different with each language he spoke, the way his Adam's apple moved in his beautiful throat showing his veins, his voice was like beautiful music to her ears, the way the tip of his nose twitched when he spoke certain words. She wanted to tilt his head and kiss him again and again! He finished ordering and hung up the phone, she put it back on the night stand and laid back down again. Silas caught her staring at him, it made him feel self-conscious and uncomfortable, instead of looking away, he couldn't take his eyes off her face, strands of ebony hair lay carelessly on the duvet, he stroked her face and played with her hair. Temptation was there, it always was, it was dormant until Rain came back into his life. She was the one that triggered it for him. What would it be like to let go? To indulge in her? Dans l'amour et le libertinage? To become one with her… The thought alone made him aroused, feeling embarrassed he looked away hoping she doesn't see his blushing face, neck and ears. She giggled and said, "Vous êtes mignon quand vous rougir." stroking his face. He turned to face her again. How easy would it be to kiss her now. Her lips felt doux et voluptuous. I wonder how it would feel for our tongues to mingle? Oh! It would drive me off the edge! Stop this at once! His body betraying his mind, he softly cupped her face and moved almost on top of her. Her breathing stopped in that moment. He leaned closer to her face and he stopped. Restraint. Then she played with his hair beside his temple, caressing his cheekbone with her thumb, her eyelids lowered when she looked at his lips, a fan of thick dark lashes like feathers against her cheeks, her full lips partly open, begging to be kissed. He loosened his reins on restraint momentarily. Just enough for his lips to connect with hers and there was no going back. His inexperienced lips trembled slightly at the touch of her soft full lips. They were passionate soft kisses, then he became a little more daring. His tongue barely touching her bottom lip, cautiously exploring the tenderness of her lips and she let him take control. His kisses deepened and their tongues lightly danced. She had somehow been moved underneath him and he was on top, she felt the length of his erection on her thigh. Curiosity and lust. She wanted to put her hand on it, but she wouldn't dare. Her hands explored his upper body. She traced every rib, the feel of his muscles flexing and twitching under his hot skin, his neck, shoulders, his muscular arms, everywhere except his back. His kisses moved to her jaw-line and her neck. She moaned out of pleasure and clawed her fingers through his dishevelled snow-white hair. Out of instinct, her moan excited him even more. He kissed, licked and nibbled at her pulse-point, she squeezed his shoulders, and he moved down to lick her collar-bone as he left a trail of searing kisses. He wanted to taste every inch of her. His hands were shy, he touched her sides lightly. She guided to her covered breast. He moaned loud. He couldn't stop, he was running on instinct. His taut hulking body so desperately wanting and needing to connect with her small soft form. Her hands slid down each bumps of his hard abs and stopped at the hem of his flimsy jersey sleeping pants. He was panting and kissing her, he was just as undone as she was, drunk on lust, years of restraint, and his Rain so close to him was too much for him, all restraints burned away. He couldn't take it anymore, his erection rubbing on her thighs, her soft sounds, her heavy breathing, her body melting with his… he grabbed the bed covers, his fists in a tight white-knuckled ball, his brows knit together, and his teeth bared as he sunk his head into the curve of Rain's neck he let out a loud growl-like grunt.
He came, not a second later the door bell rang. They both fumbled back to reality, Silas was laying on the bed still panting and Rain frantically stumbled about to answer the door. Silas got up, grabbed his robe and ran to the bathroom and took off his cum-stained pants with disgust and cleaned himself. He came back wearing his robe. His hair was a mess, he was trying to regain composure of what just happened between him and Rain. She tipped the bellhop and politely shooed him away. Without looking at Silas, she hastily began heading to the bathroom, "I need to go to the bathroom. You can start lunch without me." Her mind was a bit distracted from what happened with them. Aside from feeling guilty that she didn't stop him, and wondering how he's taking this, she felt terrible for letting things go too far, and the other half devilishly enjoyed it. After all, this was the man she's been in love with her whole life. Love. Yes. She was in love with Silas. That much was clear. She just hoped this wasn't going to make things awkward for them. Inevitably, she knew it would. He was monk, for God's sake! They're not suppose to do those kinds of things, ever! But she just couldn't help herself, not when he was the one to initiate the kiss. She splashed some cold water on her flushed face, dried off and went into the living room. Silas was sitting at the table staring at the food, too distracted to eat. He was embarrassed for his pre-mature ejaculation. How pathetic am I? He was ashamed and horrified of how close he came to breaking his vows. Well, he technically did to some extent. It felt so wonderful, how can it be so sinful? What am I thinking!? This was exactly what I wasn't suppose to be doing! How could I be so weak that I fell into temptation! He looks at Rain who's sitting across from him. Is this part of love? Can't I love her? Without lusting after her? Maybe I am destined to be a sinner… I feel like my heart and mind are at war! Why cannot things be simple? When were things ever simple? Never. "Lunch looks good. You should eat, Silas. It'll get cold." she flashes him a nervous smile. They start digging in their food. "Silas, I'm sorry." "No. Do not say that. It was my fault, I could not control my urges. It was very wrong of me to do so." "I'm sorry that I didn't stop you, I enjoyed it so much. I just can't stop you, Silas…but you're a monk. And I know better. So that's why I'm sorry." She just said she enjoyed it. Even with my no experience, she enjoyed it… flashes of what happened kept invading his mind making blood go to a certain body part that has no business when having lunch. "Will you forgive me?" Apparently, Silas was too distracted to say anything after her apology. Feeling awkward he answered her. "I always will. And I hope you can forgive me, too." "Yeah, I forgive you, only 'cuz you're an amazing kisser." That comment almost made him choke on his tea. "One must wonder, where on earth did a monk learn to kiss like that? I guess you weren't born a monk. That answers my question." "Actually. C'était mon premier baiser." "I'd say you're lying but I know you're not. Believe it or not, that was my first kiss, too. I've seen a lot of romance movies." He laughed. He was relieved that she was mature about everything, things weren't awkward between them. He was thankful for that. After lunch, they have several games of chess. Rain thought they needed something to distract themselves and chess was always a good way to kill time. They were on the same level and they were tied with three to three. They were on their seventh game and that's when Rain got another electric shock-like feeling in her head and looked out the window. What she saw was something totally unexpected.
