SEXUAL THEMES IN THIS CHAPTER
Hap had watched her fall asleep, every room had hidden cameras in them, he was thankful now that he had one in his bedroom now. Watching her sleep in his bed was calming. The way she turned her face into his pillows, wrapping herself under his sheets, the strap of her worn, torn dress sliding slightly off her shoulders.
He had always felt sleep was a waste of his time, he had too much to do to be able to relax and just turn his mind off. But right now, he felt a pull to sleep, to lay down next to her in his bed, to hold her, feel her body next to his, close enough to smell her. Lying in bed with her wouldn't be a waste of his time, if given the chance he'd spend a whole day with her in bed. But all he could do was watch her, unable to act on his fantasy. He watched her for hours, noticing the small details she did while asleep, how relaxed her face looked, lips parted slightly, hair a mess across the pillows, gripping the sheets. He was about to turn away when he noticed blood starting to pool around his pillow…
Quickly he got into action, grabbing his medical bag, containing first aid supplies, he silently entered his bedroom. She was still sleeping, unaware of his presence and her injury. Wanting to keep it that way he moved quietly towards the bed, climbing onto it so he was right behind her, retrieving a small flashlight from his bad he turned it on aiming it at the back of her head. It wasn't a pretty sight, the pillow was stained with blood, her hair soaked from it, and what looked like a 5-inch wound, it must have been from the butt of his gun when he had hit her…how did he not notice how bad the damage before.
Taking some gauze out of the bag, he gently started to wipe away the blood, cleaning as best he could without waking her up and applying enough pressure to try and stop the bleeding. He would need to stitch this for her to heal properly. But he couldn't do it right now with her sleeping. He didn't want to wake her up, he could sedate her, but doubted she would be happy he did that while she was asleep. Instead, he chose to wrap her head to control and stop the bleeding, until he could stitch the wound up. He had one hand holding her cheek as he wrapped her, and felt her nestle into his touch, a small sigh escaping her lips. Did she really just do that? He thought. He looked down at her face and his heart stopped, because in his hands he saw a sleeping Prairie smiling in her sleep, was she smiling because of him? Because of his touch?
He moved her head so he could remove the bloodied pillow, switching for one next to her to replace it. Gently laying her head back down, happy she was still asleep. With his actions of moving her the bedsheet slide further down her body taking the fallen straps of her dress on her shoulders with it. He was able to see her collarbone and the top of her breasts. It would be easy for him to shift her dress further down and see her breasts fully, a thought that caused his cock to stiffen at the thought of seeing her naked in his bed, beneath him…Touching her, his lips on her skin tasting her…
Shaking his head at the thought, he instead pulled the sheet back up to her neck, covering her. Removing himself slowly from the bed, he left her and returned back to his office chair.
Prairie woke up with her head aching again, she opened her eyes hoping to see, but she was met with the same dark grey darkness, it seemed today she wasn't able to see light like yesterday. Frowning she gingerly sat up slowly, she brought her hand up to her head and felt her head had been wrapped with some medical gauze and bandages. She hadn't gone to sleep with her head wrapped she was sure of that; how did she not wake to him coming back last night? Was her injury that bad she didn't wake to him touching her? Or had he drugged her?
Rising from the bed slowly she felt around her surroundings, she didn't know where anything was in here, really, she had only been able to map out the kitchen, living room, and the entry to his study. With her head throbbing, she slowly inched closure with her arms out until she felt a door handle, half expecting it to be locked, she was surprised to feel the doorknob turn as she opened it. Walking small steps, even with being blind, her head felt dizzy and she was nauseous from the motion, she leaned on the hallway wall until she felt a familiar area, the kitchen.
"Ah you are awake" Haps voice spoke from behind her.
Turning slowly to the sound of his voice with her eyes closed.
"How are you feeling?" He asked her in what sounded like a doctor asking her in an examining room.
She opened her eyes, hoping she wouldn't be able to see him, but she could see him fully and clearly, everything around him was darkness. But she could see him, his face, body, clothes everything on him. His hair was a disheveled mess, seemingly he had ran his fingers through his hair in frustration or exhaustion. The top 3 buttons on his shirt were undone, giving a peak to the skin on his chest. He had a bit of unshaven scruff on his face, and finally tired red eyes behind glasses.
"You wrapped my head?" She asked, her voice rough and dry.
She turned her eyes away from him, so far it didn't seem he knew she could see him. She wanted to keep it that way.
"Yes, last night, you were bleeding heavily again in your sleep. I didn't want to wake you…" he had begun to explain.
"You drugged me?" She asked cutting him off in an accusing tone.
"She heard the chair move, his feet walking towards her.
"No Prairie, I didn't drug you, I just wrapped the wound. I was careful and quick, I didn't want to wake you" he spoke softly.
While she felt the truth in his tone, it still unnerved her to not have woken up to him touching her, even if it was to bandage her head, what else could he have done to her without her knowing? Not wanting to dwell on that thought she simply nodded her head.
"How are you feeling?" He asked her again.
Bringing her eyes up to his chest, feigning she was still fully blind, and hoped he thought she was.
"My head hurts, ringing in my ears and I feel nauseous" she replied touching her head.
"Come sit down, I will make you some tea and look at your injury" he ordered softly.
She felt his arm on her elbow, allowing him to lead her into the kitchen, sitting her down at the breakfast table. With his back turned toward her, she took the opportunity to watch him. She regarded his body, he seemed to be in his late 40s or early 50s perhaps, about 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, wide strong upper body, eyes traveling upward his strong neck, she was able to see the side of his face now as he made her tea. He had a long face, puffy tired eyes, thin lips set in a firm line, was he upset?
She was analyzing the man who had kidnapped her, held her against her will, who locked away 3 other people downstairs to use for his research, and here she was remarking his appearance, he looked like a normal attractive man, as if walking down the street he would be able to gain attention from a woman if he wanted to with those eyes. That he could make a women's heart flutter and cheeks blush daring a smile with his eyes, turning her eyes away from him from her thoughts just in time for him to turn around holding a cup of tea.
"Careful it's hot" he advised her placing the cup in front of her and lightly guiding her hands to it.
He moved behind her, experienced hands touching her bandage.
"I'm going to unwrap this and take a look" he told her.
Prairie simply nodded as if she had a choice in the matter, even if she said no, he would still do it. Feeling his medically trained hands on her removing the gauze, an unwelcome throbbing pain consumed her, coming back to her with the lack of pressure on the injury to stop it, blooding rushing back in. Wincing slightly, she reached out to the tea, bringing it to her nose to smell it.
"It's just some lavender tea, with some honey, nothing more" he advised her
Telling her without actually saying it out loud, he hadn't drugged the tea. Taking a careful sip, she felt the hot tea slide past her dried lips, soothing the dull dry ache of her throat. Closing her eyes to the soothing feeling, she let her mind wander to the relaxation of the tea as if she wasn't sitting in the house of a deranged capture, who was checking her injured head that he had caused her. Until his fingers roamed over her open wound causing her to wince and spill some of her tea.
"I'm sorry, but this needs to sutured, stitched up if you want it to heal properly and quickly." He apologized
Placing her cup down, sighing at the thought of knowing what was about to happen.
"Fine if you must, do it" she responded back to him with a short bite in her tone.
His hands ran carefully through her dirty, bloodied hair, a comforting act that she hated she enjoyed.
"It's painful, I need to give you something for the pain" Hap spoke calmly.
She already knew he would have to, though she didn't want to have any drug in her system, she wouldn't be able to handle the pain of being awake while he stitched her. She could barely stand the pain of him running his fingers over her wound. She would have to let this happen for her to return downstairs quicker. With a sigh, she told him to sedate her and to get it over with.
Prairie awoke to a soothing warmth next to her, rolling over to be closer to the warmth she saw the bare back of a man, smiling she pulled herself closer to him, wrapping her arm around his waist. The action caused the man to chuckle, she could feel the vibration in his chest, she rested her head against the back of shoulder while she felt his arm take a hold of her wrist bringing it to his lips, kissing the inside of her wrist, a sensitive spot that made her stomach flutter.
"It's a bit early for another round don't you think darling?" A British voice sarcastically spoke to her.
The voice felt both familiar and unfamiliar. She wasn't sure what was happening, she felt like she shouldn't be here but also that she should, that this man next to her was someone she cared for. He continued to lead a trail of kisses on the inside of her wrist.
"I'm sorry, I just had a strange dream" she explained.
She felt the bed shift and watched as the body next to her rolled over holding her wrist, a small smile on his lips as she saw who she was lying next to.
"Hap…" she whispered in shock
He raised his eyebrow at her, amusement on his face as his lips curled into a small grin
"Hap? You wound me, I'm not Hap right now my love" he replied gently running his hand up her arm.
This was all too much, she pulled her arm away jumping out of bed frantically, he responded from her fear the smile slowly fading from his face as he saw how scared she was. He sat up with his hands up, concern on his face.
"Brit what's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked her
Prairie felt dizzy, why was he calling her Brit? Why did that name feel right?
"Where am I?" She asked looking at him
Hap got out of the bed they were just lying in, walking over to her, she realized he was naked. Not able to hide the surprise on her face she looked away from him, looking down at herself she soon realized she was naked as well, in response her cheeks reddened.
"What do you mean? You are at home darling?" He told her.
Prairie looked around her surroundings. She was in a large beautiful bedroom; she could see everything! There were pictures of them on the walls, pictures of them kissing, laughing, what appeared to be some public event, wedding photos, intimate loving photos of him looking at her.
"Are we married?" She asked in an astonished tone.
He laughed at her question walking closer.
"Don't tell me you regret it already? We've been married for 5 years now, this isn't a way to tell me you want to divorce is it?" He asked her amusement in his tone.
Prairie turned back to see him standing before her, she made it a point to look him squarely in the eyes, not at his naked body. There was something about him that sparked memories.
"Yes, we got married in the fall in Bath, Somerset, at the Abbey Parish Church, we met filing a show together, you wouldn't take no for an answer and pursued me until I finally gave in and said yes to a date" she answered without having to think she about it.
He smiled at her, embracing her in his arms, she hugged him back, enjoying the feeling of his warm body against hers.
"I'm sorry….I got confused" she confessed to him.
"SSH it's alright darling, I understand, the characters we play sometimes consume us" he cooed to her stroking her back in a loving manner.
He pulled back to look at her, love in his eyes.
"I'm not Hap, I'm your husband Jason Isaacs, I'll be Hap in about 6 hours we have to go on set for the show" he told her kissing the top of her head.
Yes, that's right, his name is Jason Isaacs, she was married to him. She was Brit Marling, creator, actor of the show The OA. An actress playing the role of Prairie. She just had a bad dream about the show, that was it. She looked back into his eyes, yes this was Jason, her husband the man she was deeply in love with. No hint of the character Hap in there, only love. She smiled at him and he smiled back, before gently leaning down to kiss her.
"Come, let's go back to bed," he told her
Brit allowed him to pull her back with him to bed, pulling her close as he wrapped his arm around her, back to him. Yes, this felt right, his strong arms around her.
"Don't scare me like that again love, had me worried you really thought I was Hap" he whispered in her ear.
The feel of his breath against her neck caused goosebumps to rise on her skin, something he noticed as his lips soon felt closer to her skin, kissing the spot behind her ear, a spot only he knew that would melt her. She relaxed into his embrace, a pull at her stomach forming, she leaned back into him feeling his lips smiling on her skin. His hands ran slowly up the side of her body, legs, waist, stomach, and finally brushing against her already hardened nipples, his thumb brushed over the hardened sensitive bud giving her a wonderful sensation through her body.
He began to kiss her neck gently biting her, as his free hand traveled down her stomach to between her legs, she felt him lightly move her legs apart. His fingers slipped further down, parting her folds, already wet.
"Oh Brit, already wet and ready for me my love" he whispered hotly in her ear.
She felt his hips grind into her and she moved her hips slowly against his erection causing a low moan from him. He slipped two fingers into her bending them together inside of her, causing her to moan and turn her head back into him, wanting him to kiss her. He removed his fingers from her bringing his wet fingers up to taste her, an act that she found arousing, he gave her a wicked grin before placing that same hand on her throat, turning her head further towards him so he could kiss her.
She wrapped her hand back around his head to hold herself in place. With his other hand still on her breast and held her as he entered her, rocking his hips into her.
"Fucking hell" he breathed against her lips
It all felt right and amazing to her, she gave in to the feeling, closing her eyes to him, giving in to what he was doing to her. The way his body felt against her, the look in his eyes, yes this was her husband Jason, the man she loved and who loved her.
Hap had just finished stitching the back of her head and after carrying her back to his bedroom he laid her down gently, pushing her hair out of her face. He had rewrapped her head, cleaned away the dried blood, and made sure the stitches were small and tight, a small scar would be all that would be left. The sedative he had given her wouldn't keep her asleep for long. Once she awoke, he would be sure to feed her, get her cleaned up, and new clothes.
He sat down in the bed, watching her sleep for a moment, taking the opportunity again to see her face relaxed. He was about to leave when she started to move in her sleep. Her hands shot up, reaching out in front of her as is reaching for someone. Must be the concussion and sedative giving her an eventful dream, maybe that she was running? Or even in her sleep, she was trying to push him away? That was until he heard her say his name, a whisper from her lips. He hadn't heard her say his name like that ever, almost a soft moan. Her body was slightly moving her hips rotating ever so much. He felt his heart at the back of his throat, beating so loudly he thought his ears would burst.
She was dreaming about him? Was she dreaming of him touching her? A soft moan escaped her lips as if answering his thoughts. He didn't know what to do, he wanted to reach out and touch her, kiss her, running his tongue across her body. He ran his eyes down her body, he could see her pulse in her neck beating faster, her chest rising and falling. He could see her hardened nipples poking against the thing fabric of her dress. The sight caused his cock to stiffen at the sight of her, hearing her soft muffled cries of pleasure, it seemed she was having a wet dream about him.
Her hand reached out quickly grabbing his thigh, he watched too afraid to move, to touch her, to act on his desire. He didn't want to break her trance, so he held his hands filmy by his side, fingers digging into the palms of his hands. He watched her body every so slightly writhe in pleasure, her breathing had become erratic, hips lifting barely off the bed, lights parted until he heard her sign loudly, her hand clenching deathly tight on his thigh until her breathing became steady, her hands released from his thigh and he watched peaceful sleep take her again.
He had just watched her climax in her sleep…dreaming of him it seemed. It was the hottest thing he had ever heard and seen. Without even touching her physically he had made her cum, he looked down at his waist noticing the small pool of wetness on his crotch, she had made him I'm without doing anything for him as well. He felt like he might have a heart attack, his head felt heavy, he needed to leave before he did something forgiving and acted on his desire…
