Alec had to spend the night over their place, in the guest's room, since he couldn't just come back to his house so fast because of the excuse he gave to his family. Sophia was inside of their bedroom when Jonathan left the bathroom after a cold shower. She was looking at the window. He crossed the room. He reached for her and held her from behind. She laid her head over his shoulder.
"Jonathan…" He kissed her shoulder.
"I'm sorry for what I did. I mean, my reaction, it was… Not like something I'do." He was feeling really ashamed for it. But the guilt was consuming him and he knew he couldn't do anything to change what he did. He didn't know how to face Alec, how to deal with it. If Alec killed him, he would be doing nothing wrong. Jonathan used to be so strong, and now Sophia had to protect him. She turned around to face him; her hands went to the back of his neck. She was looking inside of his eyes, watching his soul.
"You didn't do anything wrong, don't be like that." She placed one hand on his cheek. He caught it and kissed her palm.
"Teach me how to deal with these weird things inside of me, with the voices."
"I would if I knew how to deal with my own feelings."
"You seem so strong, so sure of everything. How can you be like that?"
"I'm not strong; I'm just a good actress." His forehead was on hers now, she touched his lips with hers hesitating. He kissed her slowly.
"Sophia, I really, really need you tonight." He needed to feel her, to love her, to make the other feelings disappear. She was wearing a green dress. He slid his right hand beneath her dress through her thigh, feeling her skin on his palm. She kissed his neck with her angel's lips and he couldn't think about anything else, but her.
"Well, I'm right here." She whispered against the skin of his neck. He pushed her against the wall and she looked at him with innocence and desire at the same time, a kind of look that you could just see in her face. He kissed her as passionate as he could, one of his hands inside of her dress, on her waist, the other hand on her hair. She unbuttoned his jeans and slid her hands down. She was stroking him carefully; she had never done this before. He moaned against her lips. "You like it?" She asked and he nodded, unable to speak. Her hand was soft and sure on his length now. He nipped the bare pale skin of her shoulder.
Her hand found a perfect, hypnotizing pace there, as if she could read his mind and know exactly what he needed, what he wanted. Her dress was beautiful, but he didn't mind, he grabbed it and ripped it off. She was making him crazy. He took her panties off and took her hand away from his length gently; he had to get inside of her. He lifted her up, her legs around his hips; he sat her down on the desk. He got inside of her and she closed her eyes in pleasure. She was always beautiful, but she couldn't be more beautiful than now, when he was making her his. Her messy hair, her closed eyes, the way she bit her lower lip to try to contain her moans, the things she whispered in other languages, the way she would say his name, so sweetly. He nipped her earlobe.
"Promise me," He whispered. "Promise me you'll be just mine, forever."
"I promise." She replied, pulling him closer through the hem of his shirt, he forgot he was still wearing that. She took his shirt off and her hands slid down his chest and stomach, as if she was trying to memorize what every little piece of his body felt like.
She slid her fingertips down through the scars at his back as well, feeling each one of them as if they're perfect muscles, not disgusting memories. "We should be like this forever; nothing feels as good as to be one with you." She said while he was kissing her jaw, lost in his pace, his hands on her hips. He really wanted to be like this with her forever. It felt nothing but right.
The first time they had sex, he kissed her body down, he tasted her, he wanted to do everything at the same time with her, so many things on his mind… If she knew how anxious he was, as if it was his first time as well, she'd probably be impressed. He barely knew what to do first. But it just happened; suddenly his hands were at the right places and he knew what to say and how to make her body relax, how to make her happy, even though he knew she was going to feel some pain. He knew she liked that, he felt it when he was inside of her.
He thought he'd get tired of her after a while, he always got tired of girls easily, but now he was sure he'd always want more and more of this, it was like a drug. He took her bra off and threw it away; he cupped one of her breasts. She had beautiful breasts, full breasts. When he was inside of her, he could feel the light inside of her soul, the light that would burn him once. His pace was fast now; he was always trying to reach more and more of that light he felt. Her face was on his shoulder now, he could feel her warm breath on his neck, she was whispering in Latin, her hand was over his heart as their bodies were still moving together. He could understand Latin, understand what she was saying. And from now on, we're one, I'm yours and you're mine, and what your heart feels, mine will feel as well. We're not just joined by our bodies, but by our souls. This is the kind of binding no one can ever break, no one in earth, no one in heaven, no one in hell.