Crash Into Me
By Twinb80
Chapter Four
The door shut behind Justin as he entered their house. He took off his warm wool coat and hung it up next to Iris's coat. The hour was late, close to midnight, and he had finally returned home from the tattoo parlor. Getting the Usher tattoo had been his idea. He had seen the Usher so many times in his dreams that he could now draw the picture with minute detail. The young woman at the tattoo parlor had only smiled at him and had never asked him any questions. Justin was grateful for that. He had lain there as she slowly began to ink his back. In the beginning, he had found himself wanting to call out for her to stop - that the pain was too much for him to bear, but he never did. Pain was an unavoidable side effect, after all, and he had come to welcome it.
But now he was home, and Iris was waiting for him. He turned the hallway light off and walked into the living room. He found Iris asleep on the couch with the radio on. He smiled to himself as he watched each breath she took, his gaze roaming over her body once more, her gown having ridden up to her thighs. When he had awoken from his dream, he had been surprised to see her lying there so provocatively. For a moment, his mind forgot about the Usher in his dream. He had taken his time, letting his eyes travel over her body. Her robe had been open and his eyes eagerly took in her bare thighs and legs. Her thighs fascinated him. They always had. He was once more entranced with what lay between her legs.
Their time upstairs played in his mind and he gave a satisfied smirk remembering how she had cried out his name. He had been a little rougher with her than usual, but she had met every one of his movements. That had pleased him beyond words. Her legs had tightened around his waist many times as he repeatedly thrust himself into her. She had never told him to stop or that he was hurting her. So he had intensified his movements and been rewarded with her legs tightening one last time as she came in his arms. As if sensing his presence, Iris moved a little on the couch but did not wake up. He continued to stare at her. Upstairs, they had clung to one another as if they were drowning and they could only rescue each other. Their time together was always like that. Iris and Justin Crowe were forgotten. Only Irina and Alexei remained, as they became lost in each other's bodies and souls.
Justin bent down, his knees resting in front of the couch. His hand found her face and he lovingly caressed her cheek. She smiled in her sleep at his touch and Justin sighed. She had offered herself to him earlier that night and he had declined the invitation. She had been shocked, as well as hurt. A part of him had wanted to stay and lose himself once more in her arms, to forget about the Usher and who he would become. But his dream had convinced him otherwise: he needed to go to the tattoo parlor tonight. And so he had left without saying a word.
Now she was once more lying asleep in front of him and he did not want to turn her away again tonight. He closed his eyes as he thought about how he was going to betray her tomorrow. He was going to tell Tommy Dolan to look for whoever had started the fire at the Ministry. Dolan would search out the person responsible for the crime so that justice could be served. Justin asked this even though he knew his Irina had started the fire. Her confession that night to setting the fire echoed his mind. "I did it for you." He had stood there shocked as to what she was saying. His life had been turned upside by the fire. His faith in God had been shaken to its core. And he had wandered into the wilderness looking for answers. Instead he had found the truth. The truth about what had happen that night by the riverbank. The truth of who he really was and how she had kept that that from him.
Her confession that night had been another truth she kept hidden from him. Anger had filled his body as he realized what she had done to him. His hands had grabbed her shoulders as he stared into her eyes. Her eyes had never wavered away from his. Even when his right hand had snaked its way around her throat. He had wanted to kill her right then. Kill her for what she had done and how she had kept secrets from him. In that moment he had wanted to break her neck - for breaking his heart. In the end he had given in to his base desires. She had been startled when his mouth came crashing down on hers. His hand had found its way into her hair as he tasted her mouth. His left arm had wrapped around her waist holding her tightly to him.
She had kissed him back and for a moment her hands had held him. Then they were gone. His kiss had deepen as she moaned into his mouth. He had wanted her but what she had done flooded his mind. His mouth left hers and in a fit of rage he threw her across the room. She landed on the couch staring up at him. Gasping for breath as he walked over to her. Justin's eyes tighten as the memory of what had happen next raced across his mind. The images of that night finally stopped. He thought about tomorrow when he would betray her. Betray her trust and love for him. Betray her confidence by not burying the truth about the fire. Tommy Dolan was already looking into the fire. Justin knew that. If Tommy pieced together the clues to the fire without his help - then he would lose Iris forever.
Justin sighed and opened his eyes. He prayed that she would understand why he had to do this. Why he would have to appear to betray her and make her think she would be taken from his side. It was the only way he knew how to keep her in his life. Justice had to be served no matter the costs. He knew betraying her would be the highest price he would ever have to pay. He knew in his heart that he might lose her for good and he feared what their relationship would become, and how much he would change in the process. And that she would never forgive him. But it had to be done. It was the only way to keep her by his side. But that time wasn't here yet. They still had a few more hours before their lives changed forever and he would turn against her. A stray hair had fallen across her check and he pushed it back behind her ear. The movement caused her to wake up and their eyes meet. The only sound in the living room was the music playing on the radio.
