DISCLAIMER:I DO NOT OWN THE HOLLOWS!
TPOV
Al harrumphed, running his fingers through Rachel's unmanageable curls. "Whatever helps you sleep, elf." I frowned, taking a step back when he stood, brushing off imaginary dust from his elegant English suit. "I'll be off now," he proclaimed, as if it hadn't been obvious. "Tell my itchy witch I'll be chatting with Newt, and I'll call her when I'm done." As Al twirled a curl around his digit, he added, "Would you be so kind as to banish me?"
I cleared my throat, not bothering to conceal my relief. "Demon, I banish you to leave directly to the ever-after." And he was gone with an overly dramatic show of scarlet mist.
Rolling my eyes, I went to Rachel's side, grimacing at the burnt amber puffing up to greet my nostrils as I knelt before her. I covered her cheek with my palm, closing my eyes and reminiscing about us in my hut before Quen had interrupted.
What would have happened if he hadn't? I wondered, staring down at her sleeping form, knowing damn well what could have occurred. I wouldn't have stopped us, and I do believe Rachel was too far gone in the passion to have had any coherent thoughts, much less to possess the common sense to brush me off. How clearly I could see what might of happened. I'd've taken her shirt off for better access to her flawless skin, and I'd the feeling she'd have done the same. Our pants would have been ripped off roughly. The heat of our skin touching . . . I highly doubt I would have been gentle with her. It's been too long. The tension that's had almost two years to build up would reveal itself. My hand on her cheek trembled as I pictured her and I gasping and panting as our sweaty bodies found a high that would leave us shaking and lungs heaving for oxygen.
What could have been her reaction after we had calmed down? Would she have given me a dazzling smile? Or might have she thrown a full-blown fit of hysterics, yelling at me to get off of her? Maybe she'd just laugh and I would join her, kissing her would-be swollen lips until we both felt the sexual need and full-filled our renewed demanding passions? The Goddess help me, I was getting poetic.
I ran my hand through my hair. That couldn't happen though, so why was I entertaining the thought? Why was I allowing myself to indulge in a fantasy that simply shouldn't be? And why was I allowing my fantasy to arouse me? I shouldn't have kissed her, period. I should have brought the damned book with me so the thought of Lucy, Ray, and Quen in the next room over with the door wide open would have frozen any heat that had rose, be it Rachel's or mine.
How was I going to explain to her that that couldn't happen again? Granted, I had been the one to instigate our heated moment, but she might have read more into it than what it really was. That perhaps my infatuation with her has evolved into something much more permanent and dangerous. Women were crazy like that. Though what she might suspect of my intentions concerning her were probably spot on, I couldn't afford to confirm them. Bloody hell and damnation, her deceased hatred for me was going to resurface, and in all honesty, I wouldn't blame her. I prayed to the Goddess that I wouldn't have to say anything, but Rachel needed to hear what needs to be said.
I sighed, pressing my lips softly to her forehead. She began muttering intelligently under her breath, shifting her head to the side, closer to me. I held my breath as she continued babbling about nonsense, remembering Jenks advising me that if I ever thought Rachel was hiding something, to listen in on her while she slept. Apparently, the pixy was right. The woman sleep talks. Of course, she was just going on about completely random things, like a broken finger in the tree . . .?
I chuckled softly, the sound sounding dead even to me, and kissed her cheek. Leaving her to her dream, I exited my room. I went to the kitchen, going to the carafe of steaming coffee. After I poured myself some in a mug, I took a large gulp, my tongue and throat burning. I'd prefer a cup of Earl Grey, but I needed something with a strong caffeine boost. I couldn't fall asleep accidently again. Taking a sip, I went to check on my girls and to tell Quen the demon had left the premises.
RPOV
I woke to find myself tangled in the covers of Trent's bed. Confused, I sat up. Looking at the empty space next to me, I exhaled in relief. Thank God Trent wasn't in here with me. Still, I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed until I stomped it down. How the turn did I get here? Had the last fifteen hours been a dream? I groaned, stretching my arms over my head and collapsing into myself.
The video feed in his extravagant bedroom showed the sun barely rising, shining over his award winning gardens. When a sudden urge hit me, I slipped off of Trent's bed, not caring if I was in my undies, and nearly ran for the use his of toilet, almost tripping on my boots. After I finished my business, I looked at myself in the giant mirror, my face becoming ugly as I noticed my shirt wasn't the one I'd had on. Damn it. It hadn't been a dream.
I watched as my cheeks slowly turned a bright red. Oh, God. Trent. The spell hut. Us making out. He was touching me, kissing me. Oh. My. God. My face burned as I closed my eyes and relived that moment, of him lowering me beneath him and lifting my shirt to kiss my stomach, my breasts. He had taken control of me and it had felt fantastic. I pressed my lips together, and when my back hit the wall, I slipped to the floor, the cool tile freezing my butt. I drew my legs up, hugging my knees to me.
How could I let that happen? Trent is the biggest no-no ever! He was freaking engaged, for crying out loud. Oh, God. With my forehead between my knees, I breathed in deeply and exhaled a few times until I managed to lift my head. I hoped Trent wouldn't mention it like our other kiss in that little spell hut of his. If I was lucky, we will pretend that it had never happened. Like I was ever that lucky? If either one of us didn't mention it, Quen might. I'd overheard when he was scolding Trent, I'd heard everything said between the two up until I called Al and ordered him to jump me with him.
Feeling like putrid-smelling crap, I got to my feet. I turned the faucet on hot and splashed the water to my face. The burning liquid felt nice, relaxing my rigid shoulders. Grabbing a towel from the counter, I patted my face dry, sighing. I tossed it to the side, gripping the edge of the sink and stared into the mirror. My tangled hair pulled a grimace from me. I opened up drawers, looking for the brush that I'd used earlier. Once I found it, I ran it through my hair, gritting my teeth when my rough motion pulled at my scalp painfully. The scratchy noise of the bristles removing the knots was comforting, like I could pretend I was back in my church and no where near Trent.
Satisfied with what I managed, I placed Trent's hair brush down. I glared at my reflection, trying to bully myself into getting the courage to leave the bathroom and facing whatever waited for me.
I jumped when someone knocked softly on the door. "Rachel?" Trent asked, his beautiful voice muffled through the chunk of wood between us.
I cleared my throat before answering. "Yes?"
I heard a scuffling, and he said, "Are you finished in there?"
"Oh, sorry, I forgot this was your bathroom." I gushed, almost opening the door when I remembered I was still in my undies. Oh, well. He has seen me wearing nothing, after all. My hand on the doorknob, I prayed that he had forgotten the whole incident of us.
"Ah, no, that's not why I asked," he said. There was a brief hesitation, and then he added, "I need to talk to you about earlier in my spell hut."
My heart sank.
Okay, the next chappie is obviously going to be when Trent and Rachel discuss the issue of them, but I am completely undecided if whether I should write it in TPOV or RPOV. . . So, if any of y'all prefer one against the other, I'd highly appreciate if you let me know:)
