Chapter 11
Waking up next to Tim was great, no matter how shitty I felt physically after last night. The worst were my fists, already becoming a blue-black from the 'beating' I gave Superman. I moved my hands and whimpered at how sore they were, trying to not wake Tim in the process. I sat up and shrugged my hair over one shoulder whilst I looked at my hands. They were shaking with pain.
I looked down at Tim who's lips were parted slightly and hair a mess, snoring lightly. My eyes drifted to his exposed chest, the way his muscles looked delectable on his lean frame. My loose hair started to fall in front of my face whilst I watched his resting body, wanting so much to touch him but my hands are too brutalized. Twitching my fingers ached, but not as bad as I expected so I managed to stretch them out and get some use from them, if I was gentle.
I let my fingertips graze the sheets barely, to understand how withstanding I was of the pain and eventually I was able to grasp the blanket and shift it lightly, but eventually that got pretty sore and I stopped. Surprisingly, I hadn't woken Tim with my tests so I wandered what would happen if I touched him.
Slowly I edged my hand towards his bare chest, excited about feeling his skin. The pad of my forefinger barely touched him when his own hand shot up and seized my hand before I could touch him further. I cried out in surprise and agony, his grip tight on the bruise. At the sound of my distress, he let go and got up in a sitting position immediately, noticing what he had done. My hand was shaking from the horrific pain, tears unintentionally falling down my cheeks whilst Tim cursed at himself.
"I'm so sorry, Olivia," he hastily repeated over and over again until it got annoying.
I took a few deep breaths to calm down before breathing out, "Please just go and get me some ice and don't you dare put a shirt on."
He had to smile at what I said before hopping out of my bed and running from the room, almost slipping on the wooden flooring. I could feel my muscles throbbing from the hurt, but I tried to ignore it as I knew it was an accident. Unfortunately I'm now back to square one with the whole moving-my-hand thing. Only a few minutes later, Tim came back in with a bag of ice wrapped in a tea towel, looking panicked as he handed to me and then scooted on to the bed, right in front of where I sit.
I placed the cool relief onto my sorest hand, sighing at the feeling it gave me. Tim visibly relaxed at my happiness and I shrugged myself closer to his body so that my shoulder was touching his chest. "Alfred will be down here in about ten minutes to take a look."
"Thank-you," I whispered before twisting so I could lightly kiss him. Tim responded immediately, cupping my cheek with one of his hands so that I would continue to kiss him until he finally let go.
He looked me in the eye and smirked. "So last night wasn't a dream?"
I laughed at him then looked at the ice on my hand. Last night was so eventful and I can't even begin to process the majority of it. I took a deep sigh and leant onto Tim, just wanting to sleep the day away. "What am I going to do, Tim? Everyone wants me dead."
He wrapped his arms around me and tugged me close whilst saying, "Then they'll have to go through me first, Liv."
Alfred walked in a minute after that and smiled kindly at me. Tim and I's position must seem really compromising so I scooted to the edge of the bed and blushed immensely. "Do not be worried, Miss Olivia. I've been waiting for this for awhile now."
Alfred's comment made me flush even further, even whilst he asked for my hands. He looked at the bruising carefully, very careful to not harm me and then sighed. "You have such graceful hands, Olivia. Clark must have really bothered you."
"You don't know the half of it, Alfred." He hummed in response before producing a tube of a kind of lotion from his jacket pocket.
"This should take away a lot of the bruising and pain, but will numb most of your hands at first, okay?"
I responded with a slight yes and watched as his skilled hands rubbed the cream onto the sores, which also didn't hurt very much. I giggled at a thought before voicing, "This must be the least of the injuries you've treated, Alfred."
He laughed and said, "Trust me; bruises are the most frequent bodily damage I have to deal with."
"Well, thank-you for helping me." He closed the cap and hid the bottle again in his coat before getting up to leave.
He paused at the door and looked at Tim. "You better look after her, Timothy."
Tim and I chuckled, the feeling in my hands finally numbed so I could get out of the bed and stretch without worries. My body was sore and I grimaced when I looked at the fact that I was still in my clothes from last night. My nose scrunched in disgust at myself. "I must smell awful."
Tim laughed and got up to join me. "We both do. So why don't we go bathe and then meet back up for breakfast? My treat."
I smiled then leant up to kiss him again, absolutely loving the feel of his lips on mine. "Sounds good."
Tim moved towards the door, my eyes glued to his back muscles until he paused and then looked to me. "I'll at least be an hour; I'm keen on a bath."
I nodded in acknowledgement and then he left, leaving me to clean myself. I walked into the bathroom and stared at my shower, thinking a bath would actually be a pretty good idea. Maybe even a bath with Tim? I shook my head at the embarrassing thought but at the same time it was a really appealing idea. Ah, to heck with it. I'll do it.
I stripped down nude and slipped on my silk black robe that I still had from the strip club. The material was so soft and comfortable; I just had to keep it. On the way out I scooped up a towel and then hesitantly left my room, hoping no one was home. Luckily I made it to Tim's room without anybody spotting me and I slipped in quietly. I could see steam coming from the bathroom and I took a few deep breaths before walking over and silently opening the door.
Inside, Tim was in his large bathtub with his head back and eyes closed, obviously relaxed in the heat. I slowly walked over and took a couple more breaths before dropping the robe and moving to get in the tub. It was so steamy that Tim would barely see me and he even had a bubble bath. He must have noticed the water move, because his eyes snapped open and he looked at me, surprised. "I have got to be dreaming…"
This made me laugh out loud. "Oh, it's not a dream, bird boy."
Tim smiled at me, the sweat n his forehead making his droopy hair cling to his forehead. He licked his lips carefully, me watching his every move, and then shifted so he was moving towards me. My breath got hotter the closer he got until he was lying on top of me and staring into my eyes.
I could feel his… lower half… brushing against me and I gasped at the feeling. Tim kissed me once before huskily saying, "I won't do anything… not yet."
I was happy he said this, because our relationship is nowhere near that point but I can't help a little part of me be disappointed. I kissed him harshly, tugging on his lip with my teeth which made him groan. "You're making it harder to resist, Livvy."
I smiled at him cheekily before he kissed me again, my hands retreating from the water into his hair and his arms slid around my waist. He managed to haul my body onto his lap as he leant back so he got better access to kissing me. My tongue slunk into his mouth, playing with his own and our breath's were rough and panted. Tim's hands slid down to my waist in the water and squeezed my hipbones tightly, causing an involuntary moan to escape my mouth. I could feel his erection against my backside, standing at attention and my skin further reddened. I leant back so Tim's lips and teeth had access to my neck where he nipped and sucked enthusiastically.
My mouth opened in pleasure, loving how his hands roamed but I can't help but crave for him to touch me where I was warmest. My head craned forward so my lips were at his ear and I growled, "I don't mind that we aren't going to have sex, but god I want you to touch me, Tim."
He responded immediately, pushing me back down so he was on top of me once more. The water sloshed out of the bath at our sudden movement but I didn't care as his long fingers sought out what I desired. His hand toyed with my wet core, teasing and playing, making my voice cry out. I opened my eyes and saw him watching me with parted lips and hot breath. He looked so sexy, surrounded by steam and his black hair clinging to him. I moved to attach my mouth to his neck, sucking harshly ensuring to leave a mark claiming him as mine. I was about cry out again at one particular move he made, but a tapping at the door interrupted our moment.
Through the wood, we could hear Alfred's voice exclaiming, "You two might want to be careful, Miss Stephanie is here and wants to come say hi. I don't think it's very good for an ex-girlfriend to find you two in this manner."
Tim and I didn't look away from each other whilst Alfred spoke and we continued to stay frozen until we heard his footsteps echoing away. Once silence engulfed us, aside from our breathing of course, Tim leant back to his own side of the bath again and ran his hand through his hair which slicked back most of the inky mop but some strands stood up in protest. I coughed briefly, my body still hyper-sensitized to his touch but I did need to get out. "Well, I'd best go have a cold shower before breakfast."
Tim smiled kindly, his blue eyes warm and adoring. "I'll see you in half an hour out the front for breakfast?"
I nodded and went to move but noticed him staring. "Look away!"
He chuckled. "Really? After what I was just doing?"
"Yes. I still have my modesty. For now." Tim grinned wider at my suggestion and moved away so I could get up.
Once out of the tub, I dried myself enough and then slipped my robe back on. I didn't even say good-bye to Tim because I'll see him soon anyway. I was giggling as I left his room, thinking about what we were just doing. Oh my, I have never been that forward with a boy and it felt so good. I was so lost in thought that I almost ran into someone. Luckily for me, they were paying attention and stepped out of the way. But I did look up and apologize, locking my gaze with a set of violet eyes and blonde hair.
She was my age, but taller than me by a few inches. She wore a purple jacket and jeans with minimal make-up but donned a furrowed brow as she looked at me. Her eyes detached from my own and scanned my body. My cheeks inflamed at the memory of just my black silk robe and wet demeanor. It doesn't help that I'm really not far from Tim's room when this girl found me. She suspiciously asked, "And you are…?"
I held my hand out and smiled kindly. "I'm Olivia Hales. You must be Stephanie."
She took my hand frigidly and briefly. "Pleasure. Have you seen Tim?"
My cheeks reddened more. "He was in the bath last time I saw. Though I think he's gotten out now."
This made her take in my appearance once more and her eyes widened slightly in realization and I saw a flicker of jealousy pass through her features before she covered it with a blank expression.
"Thanks," Steph said briskly and then moved straight past me, nearly nudging my shoulder in the process. I frowned at her rigidness but I suppose that is every ex-girlfriends reaction to a new woman. I shrugged and continued to my room, rubbing my eye and feeling my contact move around. I'm incredibly lucky they didn't roll into my head and get stuck. I think I'll stick with my glasses today.
I made it to my room and laid out an outfit of jeans and a t-shirt, hoping Tim won't take me anywhere fancy for breakfast. I pulled my contacts out and shed the black silk, hopping into the cold shower that would sooth not only my muscles from last night but also calm myself down from the bath. If I closed my eyes it still felt as if Tim's fingers are on me and I want to melt. I shook my head, this shower was supposed to stop my hormones. Oh gosh, Tim is so lovely though. Maybe everything will be okay after all? We're coming closer to catching Penguin and I've found a boy that makes me happy in my worst times. And I've got a family. After all I've lost, I'm doing pretty well.
I climbed out after scrubbing my skin and washing my hair, the curls enjoying the shampoo and conditioner after yesterday. I looked at my complexion in the mirror, deciding on no make-up because my skin is looking actually quite good aside from the slight bags under my eyes. But I can deal. I got dressed, put on my glasses and headed out to the front door.
I had a smile on my face, my mine filled with happiness and content, I wasn't even thinking about the bruising on my hands or the bounty on my head. Because when I came around the corner to the front door and saw Tim waiting for me in all his hot glory, I knew everything is going to turn out fine.
****EXPLANATION****
Okay, so aside from moving out, turning 18 (next Saturday on the 28th) and preparing to start University, my old as shit computer has officially crapped itself and would not load the shitty internet at all. Literally all I can do is write on it, but I've finally managed to upload this chapter.
I'm sorry it is taking so long, but I get a new computer in a couple of weeks and also I'm moving into an apartment with better Wifi. Hope you all still love me so please leave a comment.
