Thank you so much for the reviews and follows and favorites and even people that are following me as an author here now too. I am so glad you are enjoying the story. This is a mellow and sweet chapter. I had it going one way but the characters decided to go a different way so this was what we did. I just write what they want. Lol.
Enjoy! There is some heavier stuff at the beginning with her remembering the attack but more fluffy and fun at the end. I had fun with this one so I hope you like :)
Emily lay in his arms, his strong solid back against her as she cringed and winced at the sting of the needle in her skin again.
"It's okay Em, just a little more. You are doing so great," Roman soothed her, his breath warm against her ear as he nuzzled his nose there. She squeezed his hand that was laced with hers and laying on his jean clad thigh even tighter as the needle went in again.
"I'm trying," she whimpered," and felt herself grit her teeth that time as her eyes were tightly shut. She fought to keep her head still for Dean to sew the last few stitches on the deep gash on the side of her head as her face was buried against the side of Roman's neck on the other side. His other hand held her head still, his fingers tangled in her hair, as her head laid as still as she could be against him.
"Just a couple more," she heard Dean say and she opened her one eye slightly and smiled in reply before closing it again and squeezing harder to Roman's hand.
A few minutes later that wound was all sewn up and Roman was wiping it clean with the alcohol wipes and then a warm cloth before they moved on the the next one. She knew the one on her shoulder was really bad. Hunter had literally smashed a vase on her shoulder and she had not gotten out of the way fast enough.
Emily cried out when Roman just gently moved the lace strap down off her shoulder and he had barely touched it yet. She watched him look from the wound and back by to her eyes and she could have cried more he looked so broken for her pain.
She reached out to him, cupping his chin in her small hand and stroked her fingers along his cheek and down through his hair. He was so sad and yet unbelievably beautiful it could have taken her breath away. She was mesmerized by his lashes falling and his eyes closing at the softness of her touch on his face.
Anything she could do to pull him away from focusing on her pain, the damage to her body she would do. She leaned her head to his and nuzzled his nose slowly and saw his eyes stayed closed then too. "You are helping me so much, to get through this Roman, please don't doubt that." She moved her eyes to see Dean rummaging through a medical bag. "You too Dean, thank you both."
The other man held up a packet from the bag suddenly and tore it open. "Just what I was looking for. We needed some kind of numbing agent for that wound since its so deep and I'm glad your hero here packed some."
Emily saw Roman look between them both and nod and sigh deeply and smile in thanks to his friend. She smiled back at the still anxious look on his face and ran her palm down his cheek. "See, because of you and Dean we can get this gash fixed up with much less pain." Finally he visibly relaxed more and she was so glad. Everything looked like it was so emotionally heavy on him.
Emily then tried to figure out how to still be some what dressed while getting sewn up and pulled the other strap off her other arm too and just held her top up under her chest with her one arm since she wasn't even wearing any kind of bra at all.
She nearly gasped when she felt Roman's finger tips on the bare skin of her shoulders as he gently pulled her hair back away from the wound so Dean could cover it with the numbing cream before stitching it up. He used his own hair tie to wrap hers up in a loose bun at the base of her neck before offering her his hand again to squeeze if she needed it and she leaned up smiling in thanks before curling her head by his throat.
Eyes were tightly closed until any more needle pricks were felt. She was so grateful for the cream but could still feel that it was a deep gash and was scared that once the numbing agent wore off then it would really hurt badly.
She pulled her straps back up after they cleaned it up and the doctors checked her back for any wounds there. There were none on her chest either, that she could see and that she checked herself. Her stomach had a long jagged cut too and she saw the pain in Roman's eyes when she lifted her shirt and revealed it to them.
"What? How?" he stammered out and she knew she had to tell him.
Emily already felt her chin quivering as she thought back. "He, uh...grabbed me out of bed by my throat...when he woke up and slammed me against the wall and this was from the beer bottle he was holding. He broke the top off of it against the dresser and then raked at across my stomach as he held me up off my feet."
Roman's fingers went to the spot, again just like other areas that had been so violently damaged on her, his touch was so soft, so tender, like she was needing that polar opposite to counter the insanity she had faced.
She felt his palm cradle her side, the bare skin of her belly and side of her hip curled in his hand. She imagined more, just for a moment to counter the violence, the glass that had cut her.
Instead Emily imagined his warm hand cupping her side, pulling her in against him.
She imagined Roman coming into her room, not Hunter.
And instead of being ripped from her bed and held up by her throat, she imagined him crawling into the bed and on top of her, shielding her, protecting her, caging her in under him, so no one could hurt her, or ever lay a hand on her again. She imagined pulling his shirt up and off him and feeling his warm skin, feeling his muscled arms wrapping her tight in their embrace.
Emily imagined not struggling against the wall and fighting to pull away from Hunter but instead, pulling Roman closer, rubbing herself against him, not being able to be close enough, her legs wrapped around him, her arms wound tight around his neck.
Instead of being choked and gasping to struggle to breath like she was begging Hunter that morning, instead she imagined crashing her mouth to Roman's, holding his head to hers, gasping not to breath but to not ever let her go. Begging for Roman to make love to her...
Emily shook herself from her fantasy to see both sets of eyes on her and blinked back at them not sure if she might have missed answering a question someone had asked or something.
"I'm so sorry beautiful. So sorry," Roman whispered to her, his chin quivering and his gray eyes stormy with both a clash of fury and more sadness.
She knew he was sorry. She could see it in every expression he ever gave her. His heart went out to her with every look. This amazing man wore his heart on his sleeve even if he didn't do it for anyone else, for her he looked like a open book. It broke her heart too how much seeing her hurt hurt him too.
Shaking her head again she smiled back at him, forcing the smile to her lips. "I know Roman, I know. You are helping SO much."
Dean cleared his throat and held up the numbing cream and she settled up against Roman's chest and kept holding her shirt up high enough for Dean to spread a thick layer of cream on before he started in with the stitches too.
Emily's eyes closed again, this time, not from any pain as the blonde man worked but from her amazing man's fingers in her hair. Could she call him hers? She sure wanted to.
He had undone the hair tie and was running his fingers through her hair as Dean sewed up gash on her stomach and Emily just laid her head to Roman's chest and drowned in the soothing feeling of his closeness.
His chest rose and fell and she could hear the rapid heartbeat against her ear. Those two things, combined with his fingers in her hair was enough to almost put her to sleep in his arms despite the slight pinches she could feel of the pin pricks on her skin.
There was another deeper wound on her opposite hip, right near the bone and she had to gently tug the shorts down slightly to show them and winced as she did so.
Roman's eyes zeroed in on the skin here before darting back up to hers and she answered him before he even asked the question as his fingers were already stroking the skin around the wound.
"Mirror in our bedroom. Tall, floor length mirror on the wall. He had cleaned up all the glass after he hand cuffed me to the bed and no one would have even known a damn thing," she said thinking back.
"I knew," Roman breathed out, hanging his head. "I don't know how I knew but I just did. I felt like I couldn't even breath in that fucking house this morning. I knew I had to check on you. Something felt dark in my mind, in my heart all damn night. Like I shouldn't have let you walk away from me last night..."
Dean was busying himself with another suture kit and digging around for more wipes.
Emily leaned in and pulled Romans head back up. "But you got me out of there. Don't you dare beat yourself up for not coming fast enough. No one has ever found me before. You are truly my Superman Roman. Believe that!" she smiled at him and he slowly smiled back.
Dean called back out that he was ready and Emily lifted her tank top back up and tugged her shorts lower and let him sew up the gash on her hip too Roman held her and had his arms wrapped around her, her head against his shoulder.
They checked her legs next all the way from her bare feet to her thighs. There was no cuts more than superficial ones on her calves or feet. She had a couple from broken glass that must have littered the floor of the room after all the glass that had been smashed but Dean bandaged those up easily.
Her thighs had more cuts and she remembered being thrown against the dresser full of empty beer bottles and glassware before falling to the floor. One particular one on her left inner thigh was deep enough to need stitches too and Roman wiped it clean with the warm cloth first and then the alcohol wipes too before she lifted her legs up high enough on his knee for Dean to see under the lights to sew it up.
Pulling her thin lacey shorts as high as she could she cringed at the knowledge of the very unflattering padding from her still bleeding. But neither man seemed to notice at all and were focused on helping her get this last wound fixed up.
Roman glanced from her face and back down to her leg and grabbed for a nearby towel to help cover her more discretely and she was more than grateful. She smiled and nodded at him and wasn't even fully sure why it felt like a big deal at all. They were both doctors and it wasn't like Dean hadn't seen people in all forms of undress too and she was sure Roman had too. But this wasn't how she wanted it to be for Roman and her. He was much more than her doctor and this was not the way she wanted to be more intimately revealing with him.
He seemed to sense her nervousness too and did not touch that wound like the others or even ask about it. It felt too personal and in too intimate a spot. Although he had said he wanted to kiss all her wounds but said she didn't think she was ready for that. Was she? Was that too intimate? She was already fantasizing about him wanting to make love to her?
She didn't want to remember anything about it either.
But that was thankfully the last one and now she was all fixed up, as much as they could fix her up. She looked down at the blood streaking her thin tank top and shorts and shivered too. It offered little in the way of any kind of warmth but she had not wanted to bring anything from the god forsaken house with her at all.
Her hero saw her shiver. He didn't seem to miss much she was noticing and within seconds as Dean was already turned away and repacking the bag of medical stuff Roman pulled his shirt up over his head and untangled it to lift it up to her.
Emily was more surprised at his now bare chest than anything else but slowly raised her arms and allowed him to pull it over her head. She was enveloped in the warmth of the simple gray t-shirt that was way too big on her and now drowned her in his scent. She smiled at his gift, already loving how safe it made her feel.
She slipped the lace sleeves of the tank top off and slipped it up and through the top and Roman helped her get it up and off. The lace was super itchy against the newly sewn up wounds and she was grateful to have another option. His shirt was so big it hung off her one shoulder but she pulled her hair back and saw him grinning at the way she tossed it back off her bare shoulder so he must have liked how that looked and grinned back at him, feeling sexy for the first time in a long time.
Dean headed over carrying an IV bag. "Roman said you hadn't eaten anything today yet and you and I both know you had thrown up earlier in the parking lot so I think we need to get some more fluids in you at least for a night."
Roman was nodding at her and she looked back at him to see him clearly agreeing with Dean. They were right and she couldn't remember the last time she ate. Even the night before or the day before had been such a blur with the fight with Hunter and trying to get to Liv and losing her baby and everything .
Emily lifted her arm and Dean sat on the bed and Roman moved a coat rack over so they could hang up the IV bag for her to use. In no time they had her all set up and the bag running and hopefully by morning she would feel a lot better. He sat down and tucked the blankets around her, and she smiled in thanks and reached for his hand to squeeze in her own.
"K man, now its your turn. You wanted me to check out your stitches to see if you tore any so I think now is as good a time as any," Dean looked to Roman and moved to sit back on the bed beside both of them and Roman settled in against the head board and leaned back. Emily stayed back watching them and taking in the sight of him without his shirt and still so close to her, his tattooed arm on full display for her to admire all the intricate designs and patterns.
Dean slowly peeled back the bandage and Emily heard Roman suck in his breath as their doctor friend checked the wound and she could see there was blood torn skin visible once Dean had cleaned and disinfected the area.
Emily ran her palm up Roman's bare arm, soothing him and he turned his head to look at her, his hair falling all down his shoulder and framing his face. She tangled her fingers in the strands and watched his eyes fall closed, his throat tight as he bit his lip and his head dropped to hers as his eyes opened again. "Just focus on me Roman. Just me."
Roman's eyes stayed locked to hers the whole time. She glanced down and then back to him. She wanted to sooth him just as he had her and saw Dean getting a needle and thread ready and was busy stitching up the skin and in minutes he was already wiping it clean.
"There you go, all done," Dean said taping up a new bandage and crumpled up the garbage and cleaned his hands with the wipes. "Just please try to stop lifting her as much so it can heal properly, okay?"
Roman nodded at him and she knew she needed to try to be strong too. She didn't want him to tear them again and knew it was all from her that it happened this time. "I'll try, No promises Dean."
"That's all I ask. Okay, you two. I think I am headed out for the night if you are good. There are sleeping pills in the bottle by the bed if she needs them or pain meds too if the stitches hurt later once the numbing cream wears off. I gave you a mild pain reliever with the IV too little lady so that should help you with any and all pain at least for a few hours and then Roman can add more to the next bag. There are even a couple needles of meds to keep the cop down too if you need to keep him quiet too."
Both of them turned to see Dean grabbing his jacket from the chair and headed to the door.
"Night Dean Thank you," Emily called out. She sat up in bed, crossing her legs under her and tied her hair up in a high bun with his hair tie with tendrils hanging down on both sides. She caught Romans eye as he got up and smiled all sexy for him, letting him know how good she felt. How safe she felt with him.
Dean nodded back to her.
"You bet. Take care of this one," he motioned to Roman. He's one of the good ones. I barely know him yet, but I have a feel for these kinds of things."
Emily smiled and nodded at both of them, running her hand down Roman's bare arm, loving the feeling of his skin on hers as she laced their hands together. "I believe you Dean. I feel it too and I might not still be alive if it wasn't for him. " She turned to see Roman turn down back to her, almost bashful looking at her praise of him and smiled, nodding. "I mean it Roman, don't doubt that." He nodded back before turning back to see Dean nodding too.
"Yeah man, you have the damsel in distress thing on lock in this town. Girls will fall all over, to be rescued by you now." Dean said smoothly.
Roman swallowed thickly and a smile curling at his lips. "Except I only want one girl to fall for me..." he trailed off and his eyes met hers and she felt him squeeze her hand in his.
There was silence between them as she stared back at him for a few moments and she could hear the blood pounding in her ears.
"Okay! Well I really gotta go!" Dean interrupted the more than clearly uncomfortable silence and Roman's eyes moved back to him.
He followed him to the door, stopping part way at a suitcase on the floor and she saw him slip on another shirt, this time a muscle tank, a black one and then turning back to her that he would not be long. She nodded and just laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling.
Nothing hurt. As amazing as that sounded to her. Nothing. Everything felt incredible. New, exciting, and safe for the first time ever.
And did he say he was falling for her? She didn't even know if she knew what to do with that.
She watched the guys just leaned over by the door talking and curled up in the pillows, careful of her arm with the IV in it to keep the needle from moving and closed her eyes. The bed felt so soft and cozy and she sunk into the mattress, drowning in its warmth.
Emily pulled the other pillow to her nose as she struggled to keep her eyes open and inhaled Romans scent from the pillow and sighed. She felt sleep trying to claim her before he had even come back to bed, she was that tired.
The sound of the door closing quietly made her lift her head slightly and pull her eyes open again. Roman came to kneel by her side of the bed and kissed her head. "Just sleep baby. I'm going to go see if I can find us some late supper or something and be right back okay? There is a restaurant just across the street. I won't be long." He stroked his fingers through her hair. "Just sleep."
Emily mumbled and moved her hand out to reach for him and found his head. "Mmm, okay come back quick k?" She tangled her hand in his hair and smiled when she felt his lips on her head.
"Always beautiful," Roman whispered.
"Pancakes..." Emily breathed, without opening her eyes.
"What was that?" Roman moved closer until she felt his breath on her face.
"With berries..." but she was almost asleep then and didn't repeat it. "And whipped cream."
Emily woke up seeing faint flashing lights flickering from her position on the bed. Pulling her head up she saw it was the TV on on the other side of the room a football game on with no volume on. She looked around more to see Roman was leaning back in the chair at the table, a couple boxes of take out trays open beside him but he looked fast asleep.
The young mom smiled and sat up more. He looked so sweet, lounging in the chair, still dressed only in the muscle tank and jeans, his sock feet up on the edge of the bed, head back, hair all the way down his back, remote still in his hand but deeply asleep.
She didn't want to wake him but she knew the bed was far more comfortable than the angle she could see his neck was currently craned in right now.
"Roman, " she whispered and waited for him to respond. Slowly he opened his eyes and blinked and rubbed his head before moving and locked eyes with hers. "Sweetie, come to bed," she called and motioned him to her and opened the blankets, patting the bed beside her.
He smiled and looked happy to see her awake. "Hi, baby girl. Sleep well?" Roman moved quickly from the chair and crawled onto the bed and up beside her as she scooted back, giving him room on the pillow. He wrapped his arms around her and curled his body around hers like they fit like puzzle pieces so naturally and laid his head on the pillow beside her, his eyes wide open and focused on hers.
She grinned back, her arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer. "Mmm hmm, but I would have slept even better if you had come and snuggled in here with me. Why didn't you?"
Roman shrugged and nuzzled into her neck, "I was hungry so I turned on the game to eat and I guess I dozed off during that. I had every intention of coming to find you the second I got back. You have no idea how good it feels just knowing you are safe with me and that I could actually come back to you. That I don't have this darkness hanging over me that you aren't safe. "
Roman looked serious for a minute backing up and turned on the pillow to look deep in her eyes. "I don't need to be this close though. I mean it. I can get us a room with 2 beds too or whatever you need. I just want to make sure you feel safe Em. Not in any way take advantage of you feeling vulnerable or weak or scared or anything. I mean that."
Emily stroked her hands down his face as she looked at him. He thought he was taking advantage of her? "No, please don't think that. You being here, holding me. Being close is helping so much. Feeling safe is helping, being wrapped in your strength is helping."
She smiled and caressed his cheeks and ran her fingers down to his lips. "I am not thinking you are taking advantage of anything Roman, trust me...Believe that." Emily giggled at using his little mantra again, loving it every time and grinned back at him.
"I need to tell you so much more about what happened too and you deserve to know everything with all you are risking. But I can feel my stomach growling already here and I am still super sleepy too so I am wondering if we could just eat a little and then sleep more and I could tell you whole story tomorrow?"
Roman nodded and stroked her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair too. "Sure baby, that is more than okay." He moved off the bed and to the little mini fridge and pulled out a square tray and waved it in front of her before sitting back down. "I am pretty sure I got what my Sleeping Beauty wanted before when you were so out of it you could barely tell me."
He opened the tray and inside was a stack of golden looking delicious pancakes with a huge variety of berries and topped with whipped cream. Oh yum she could already feel her stomach growling again.
Roman fed her a bite, a piece of pancake, a strawberry and a dollop of cream all from a fork and she opened so wide, laughing and almost dropping the bite on his shirt she had on. Oh wow did that taste amazing.
She snuggled up closer to him as he lay back down and tipped her head back to not miss the next bite and he made it a little smaller, adding some blue berries and a berry with more cream. Emily dripped some whipped cream on her chin and before she could move her hand to pull it to her lips Roman had bent to suck it between his lips and then kissed her, taking in more cream as she moaned.
They kissed leisurely and licking at the cream by her lips and she sucked at any cream on his. He put another bite in her mouth and then bent to kiss her after and she shared the strawberry in her mouth with him too.
"This feels too good to be true Roman. Like this isn't my life..." Emily whispered to him after she broke the kiss. "Like reality will just burst in and destroy this fantasy bubble we are in and I will be back in that bed handcuffed and trapped there..."
Roman dropped the food tray beside him and shook his head rapidly. "Shh no, don't think like that. Please." He pulled her back in his arms in the bed. "I told you last night when I kissed you on your porch that I am real, baby girl. "
He looked hard in her eyes, and stroked a piece of her hair back from her cheek. "I am. This is not some fantasy. Please know that. We can find your daughter. I don't know how yet but we can. And then there can be her quiet calm breathing in the next room sound asleep and safe in your house. Safe with you. Safe with us. I want US, Emmie. I want to protect both of you and be here for you, feeding you pancakes when your daughter wanders into the room in the morning wanting breakfast. This doesn't have to be a fantasy. We just have to have a little faith."
Emily smiled up at him and cuddled closer and wanted everything he was saying. She wanted that too. It all sounded so unreal.
She held him so tight scared that even with everything he was saying that this was in fact a fantasy. That she was just dreaming and he would just slip out of her hands, out of her fingers like the sand she felt it was like before. Impossible to hold onto.
Roman must have been able to sense her fear and wrapped his arms just as tight. "Hey, it's okay Em. I am right here. You are okay. If you need more reassurance, the cop said all the right things to Hunter and he's all backed off at least for tonight too. I was on the phone before I came back with my buddy at the police station and found out the serial killer he's chasing has killed again twice in New York already so hopefully the cops will stay plenty busy with that and give us all the time we need to find Liv."
Emily listened to all that and felt relief fill her body. She relaxed more against him and felt hope and a sense of winning for the first time in ages. Sniffling she pulled her body back from his warm cloth covered chest. "Really?"
Roman smiled down at her and cupped her cheeks. "Yes baby girl really. So my job tonight is to make sure you get stronger here and get some more food in you and then we need to see what we can do about searching for your daughter. Okay?"
Tears slipped down her cheeks and she nodded and whimpered as she nuzzled her head to his on the pillow. "Okay Roman," and she moved in and pressed her lips to his, just lightly but the kiss was wet with her tears at her lips too and he took in all her emotion and her fears and swallowed them as his mouth covered hers.
She wound her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck, breaking the kiss as fast as it began but seeking the closeness and he held her and didn't push for any more.
"Everything, anything is at your pace. Whatever you need or want Em. Just tell me." Roman whispered to her as she was curled up against his throat. He felt her nod and her hand come up and slide to grip the back of his neck and he just held her there, silently and still. No more words and let her lead.
Emily sat up slowly after awhile, he wasn't sure how long they had laid there in the silence but it had felt good and comfortable and peaceful. She picked up the food tray and poked up a fork full of pancake and berries and smiling she offered it to him. "You need to eat too, or did you have something before you fell asleep before?"
He nodded at her but still accepted the bite and smile licking his lips. "I did, a burger and some fries, but I love whatever you are offering baby. My ex, never did this...we never had fun like this in bed ever..." he trailed off sounding like maybe he shouldn't have even mentioned it.
She picked up another piece and added berries and cream and ate it and licked at the corners of her mouth. "He never did either. This kind of thing, this is vanilla type girly stuff he told me once."
Roman grinned at her and wiggled his eyes brows as he tilted his head back and laughed as she fed him a bigger bite and got cream all over his lips. "Oh wow is he missing out. If this is vanilla than sign me up any day baby cause I feel like I died and went to heaven with you feeding me in bed like this."
Emily bent down and licked at the whipped cream and Roman pulled her head down to his and they both moaned at the connection. She pulled back to look down in his eyes and he was beaming up at her.
"So fucking delicious baby," he said in such a low voice. "The whipped cream tastes good too..."
Emily couldn't help but laugh at how cute he was being, took another bite herself and then fed him another bit but this time made it much too big and he opened his mouth as wide as he could but the berries and pancake and cream got all over his face.
Roman laughed and glared up at her. "Oh no fair, that was way too big!" He picked up the strawberry that fell to the side of the pillow and popped it his mouth and she scooped up the few blueberries and a piece of pancake to eat quickly and she dove in kissing and licking at the cream that was all over his chin and beard.
This time the kiss grew in intensity and Roman held her head in his hands as she leaned over him in the bed, on her side and her one arm braced herself on his chest as she licked up the cream on his face.
But as she was drowning in her feelings kissing him, his one hand snuck away from their bodies and he dipped his fingers in the tray and came back with a few fingers full of cream on them and in seconds had smeared it all down her face from her eyes to her lips and down her neck!
Pure shock was all over her face as Roman smirked up at her and she literally shrieked at the cold cream all down her skin. He almost looked sorry but the swarmy grin gave away how devious he wanted to get her back and in seconds she had grabbed a full handful of what was likely almost the last of the cream, some berries part of a pancake and smushed her hand all down his face and neck and down the front of his shirt too!
Emily squealed and laughed in glee watching him grin back at her at how badly she got him back.
He didn't yell or glare or anything. His gray eyes looked playful, daring, and then turned darker, like dilated so she could barely see the gray in them at all.
Oh god what did she do?
She watched him sit up over her, looking all serious, covered in pancake, berry with cream dripping from the tips of his hair and his goatee and he simply gestured for her to pass him her hand. She wasn't sure what that meant but she did it and offered him her wrist, careful of the IV needle. He unhooked the needle, pulling the tape over it to seal the wound and dropped the tubing and needle to the table beside them.
Roman turned to her then, his gray eyes looking so serious and her eyes were so wide, her heart absolutely racing in her chest. "Now you remember, that I never, ever would hurt you right?" he said calmly.
She nodded numbly still having no idea what he was doing.
"And Dean said he gave you meds to numb pretty much any pain right? Nothing hurts?"
Again she nodded slowly.
A smile spread on his lips... "Good."
In seconds he spun her and she was under him and she cried out in total surprise at how fast he moved, caging her in on the bed, his whole body weight over her, his elbows mostly supporting his weight but still very much showing her she was not going anywhere. She did feel little bursts of pain as some of her wounds rubbed either on the blankets or against him but the pleasure and excitement far outweighed any pain.
She watched him reach into the tray and his large hand came back out with a whole lot of the pancake and berry and cream mix. Probably everything that was left in the container...
"Oh no, no Roman!" she was already fighting to get free and he was grinning down on her, cream already dripping on her from his hair.
"Oh yes baby girl, if I am wearing this then so are you..." His eyes were sparkling with teasing and she was fighting him to no avail.
"No, Roman! No, That's so much!" Emily was fighting him, squealing and begging but his large body was not moving and he leaned more heavily over her, trapping her arms in his one hand as he held the other one full of the creamy mixture just hovering over her body.
"Ohh, ouch, you are hurting me!" she whimpered and cried out and squirmed more and Roman stopped cold and looked shocked and was already backing up. It was hurting off and on but not near as much as she would want to stop him from anything he was doing.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you Emmie."
But poker was not her game and she burst out laughing as she almost managed to get her hands free from his grip as he glared down at her.
"You little liar you!" Roman laughed and started covering her face with it.
"No Roman! It really does hurt!" Emily gasped out but could not contain her laughing. Pain and pleasure was a sexy combination.
"I don't trust you now baby girl and I plan to decorate your sexy body all over...and then lick off every damn bit of it..." he trailed off and she was stunned and so turned on by everything he said and felt so beautiful, so alive and so free in that moment just watching him smiling and teasing her.
He was laughing and already rubbing some on her nose and cheeks and she squealed at the coldness on her skin. His hand was covered in pancake mess and his eyes went lower to her chest covered in his shirt and yet it was so loose on her that with her kicking and fighting him she knew if she really meant it that it was too far he would stop if she wanted him to.
"Ooh more here too? " he teased and rubbed some on her chest, on top of his shirt and over her neck and shoulders. He even smeared some of the whipped creamy mess on her legs as she kicked at him. He didn't see her wrenching her hands free enough to grab his own and fight to grab some of the pancake mix and their hands crashed together above her body, making more mess everywhere and her trying to smear more on his shirt and face, to get even.
There was pancake everywhere and whipped cream and sweet tasting berries and they laughed and laughed and Emily had so much fun with all the crazy wrestling they had been doing. Dean's pain meds had sure been doing their job to numb any pain she might have felt at them rubbing their bodies against any wounds. She only felt short bursts of anything if something rubbed on one of them but it was more than worth all the fun they were having.
Roman was laying on top of her and gazing down in her eyes, and his looked to be shining with something she just could not place. Could he love her? What she saw looked so foreign so different than anything she had ever seen from anyone in her life before.
He sucked in a deep breath as he looked down at her but before he said anything he dropped his head to hers, his lips crashing down hard and kissed her deeply. Her hands came up to frame his face, covered in pancake and cream, she spread the mix all down his cheeks and tunneled her fingers in his already sticky and creamy hair.
Emily pulled him deeper into the kiss, tasting and licking and sucking up the whipped cream around his lips and holding his head tight to hers. She wrapped her legs tight around his body and moaned against his lips.
His head moved to lick and suck all down her chin and throat, and he moaned her name as he dove in and sucked at her pulse point as her cream covered hands clenched in his hair. His hands slid down her body and gripped her waist, his own hands covered in pancake mix too and slid all sticky down her legs and back up her thighs as he licked and sucked at the cream by the hollow of her throat.
"God, Em, you taste so good," Roman groaned as his mouth dropped to her chest before she pulled his head back up and she looked deep in his eyes. They stared at each other like that a moment before his head fell back down to capture her lips again and they both moaned.
Everything felt amazing even with the pain from her wounds at sporadic times she didn't even care. Laughter turned out to be the best medicine she had all day. It had helped her heal and been so soothing. Smiling, teasing, playing, screaming and feeling like a kid again and laughing with him felt incredible.
She felt loved.
Was this was love felt like?
She felt protected and cared for and treasured and that someone saw her and heard her and was in awe of her. She felt needed and that she could make Roman smile and she loved seeing him laugh and tease her. She was in absolute awe of him and all he wanted for her and her daughter too.
Laying there kissing him she thought back to him saying that he was real.
Everything she was feeling, felt so unreal yet she could imagine loving him too.
Maybe that was what she was feeling herself? Love? Could she love him?
She loved her daughter with all her heart. But she had just met this man. And he had very quickly become so incredibly special to her too. So real. Back at her house he had said she was dangerous.
But it was very much the other way around.
He was very dangerous. So dangerous to hope that someone that amazing could actually save her and take her away from her hell and be real and they could be a real family together with Liv.
That was dangerous. That kind of hope was so dangerous...
Maybe being more intimate with him would be dangerous too if she just had to leave him again and was forced to go back to Hunter if they couldn't find a way to rescue Liv?
She pulled back and looked at him. "I'm sorry I'm not ready for anything more, like you probably want Roman."
His eyes focused fast and he half sat up and his look was serious. "What? No, my God no baby. I said everything was your pace. I meant that. I am not expecting anything. This being fun like this has been amazing, incredible. But no, I am not expecting anything. Don't you worry at all. Believe that. Okay?"
Emily nodded and smiled and he stroked her face and cuddled in against him. "Okay. I do. I believe you."
He held her tight. "Good. But if we want any kind of a good sleep, we should probably get cleaned up." He laughed and held up a hand that was dripping of melting whipped cream and Emily laughed too, wiping her finger across his cheek and sucking in a mouthful of more cream and pancake mix.
"Yeah I think you might be right..."