I am so sorry to all you fans out there who are reading this story for taking way too long to update. I can't promise that I will start to update more frequently, but I really do feel bad that it takes me so long. I don't even have a really legitimate reason for why I don't it's just life being a dick like it often is and I have my own romance drama going on right now that I don't know how to deal with so creating fictitious romance becomes a little more difficult. ASIDE from all that I am hoping that this long awaited chapter will somewhat make up for my long absence. It's quite a bit more exciting than previous chapters if I do say so myself, so let me know what chyall think.

Thank you for your continued support! I love you guys 3

PS there is a link at the bottom you may want to check out in regards to some possible singing that may or may not take place during this chapter.

Lysander walks me up to my suit after finally finding my apartment and I find his company to be quite comfortable which surprises me. I turn to smile at him as we walk up to my door and he returns the gesture. I don't want him to go.

I quickly check my phone for the time. "What time did you say you had plans?" I ask him hopefully.

He quirks his smile at me like he always does, "I have time."

I grin at him with too many teeth, unable to hold back my excitement, "Did you want to come in for a bit?"

He bows his head with a smile, "I'd love to."

He follows me into my suit as I unlock the door to let us in. I take care to put my stuff some place reasonable instead of wherever like I normally do as he takes in his surrounds.

"I like it," he says after completing his survey of the general area, "simple, but comfortable."

I smile at his compliment, "Thanks, but I can't take credit for much. Most of this stuff was left behind by its previous tenant. An older woman used to live here and she passed not too long ago. Since she didn't have any family there was no one to claim her belongings." I admit honestly. Maybe too honestly… "It's a little weird sometimes, using a dead woman's things, but I try to get by thinking that she wouldn't want her things to go to waste and be forgotten." I shrug, taking my shoes off.

"I am sure she is smiling knowing that her home is being appreciated by a beautiful, kind, young lady," he says with his hands clasped behind him.

I feel my cheeks redden as quickly as my heart starts beating. H-he thinks I'm beautiful… I-Oh my god. "Th-thank you," I say quietly to the floor, pretending that I have something to pick up down there. He really sounded genuine. And he's so gorgeous, I think as I glance up at him before standing again. I so badly want to… "Sorry, I don't have much in the way of entertainment here. I don't even have TV." I say as I beckon for him to join me on the couch in my small living room.

We sit down at opposite ends of the couch facing each other.

"No worries, Laolanna. I don't care much for television anyway. I rather enjoy our conversations." He admits with his signature smirk

I chuckle a bit at that, "I can honestly say the same, but the funny thing is that our conversations are usually pretty one sided, wouldn't you say?" Maybe I can finally get to know him. I cross my fingers behind my back as I cock my head expectantly. I almost feel like me again. I haven't been this relaxed in—

" I normally keep to myself."

I feel my face fall, "Oh. We—"

"But I am willing to make an exception. You seem good natured. What did you want to know?" he added, cutting me off, with a smile.

I smile too fully again and briefly reward myself with a mental face palm, before turning to give him my full attention, "Tell me anything! I've run into you several times and had two rather deep conversations with you and I hardly know a thing about you. Where are you from? What do your parents do? What's with the Victorian thing and is your hair natural?" I ask all at once without thinking first. Oops. That maybe sounded rude… Victorian thing? Is your hair natural? Come on, Laolanna! What is wrong with you? I look down embarrassed and start picking at my nails again.

"Sorry," I mumble.

He chuckles, "You're quite a curious one aren't you?"

His smile and laugh is infectious I can't help my own from forming as I look back up at him, "And you're so mysterious." I reply with some sass feeling proud of myself and way too giddy. God, this guy is driving me crazy.

He looks me in the eyes and I melt.

I groan inside. Those eyes are delicious.

He sits back thoughtfully, "What was that first question again? Ah," he says turning back to face me, "Where am I from? I actually grew up on a farm just on the outskirts of town until about three years back when my brother decided to drop out of school and move out to pursue fashion. I moved out with him and we've been living together on our own ever since. And as for what my parent do, you can probably guess now that they are farmers although my father also builds wooden furniture and my mom holds private singing lessons at the house which is where I found my passion for sinning." He pauses at that, blushing at his admission and my open surprise.

"You sing? What sort of stuff do you sing?" He just keeps getting better…

He blushes harder and has to clear his throat, "It depends, but mostly harder stuff with the band I have with my friend Castiel?"

He has a band. "You have a band?" I am way too openly awestruck. "Could I hear you perform some time?"

He chuckles again, "Yeah. I think I'd like that."

My heart. Deep breaths. He is absolutely incredible. "Great. I can't wait." I say with yet another watermelon smile. Stop that before you scare him off.

"If I wasn't so comfortable around you I would've said no, but I enjoy your company."

I blush and smile at that, "Yah. Me too. I understand what you mean though. I like singing to—" I cover my mouth with hands trying to take back what I said, "But I have never sung—"

"You sing? Can you sing something for me?" He asks looking more animated than normal with this adorable enthusiastic expression on his face that I have never seen before.

My eyes widen as I shake my head with my hands still covering my mouth.

He chuckles at me again as he removes my hands from my face. I blush harder at the feel of his hands on mine and allow him to move them. I mourn the loss of his touch as he lets go. God I want him… NO! stop that. Friend.

"Would you sing if I sang with you?" He asks gently making eye contact and throwing all of my resolve out the window. I nod dumbly with my mouth open.

What am I doing?

Never mind. Enjoy yourself. Relax.

But—

You deserve this moment.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. "'Kay, you start."

He moves closer to me on the couch, "alright, do you know Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People?" I nod with a deep breath. "Relax," he encourages as he steels my eye contact again. I find it impossible to look away. I take another deep breath and nod. He chuckles again before taking a deep breath of his own, "P—"

"Wait!" I cut him off awkwardly. He cocks his brow in question. I get up abruptly and head for my room ignoring his utter confusion, "I have a guitar!" I call over my shoulder as I disappear into my room.

While I'm in there I take a minute to calm myself and build up my courage. I can do this. Shake it off.

I grab my guitar off its stand and join him on the couch once more, sitting a little closer than I had intended, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"Can you play? Or should I?" I ask him out of the corner of my eye.

"I'd love to hear you play." He says in his velvety calm warm voice.

I nod again and shake it out before settling my guitar comfortably in my arms and placing my fingers on the chords. I strum it a couple times checking to see if it's tuned. Luckily it is.

I start to strum the tune, but I mess up and got the notes wrong. I clear my throat and try to hide my blush behind my hair. "Sorry. It's been a while." I murmur.

"Take your time."

I reposition my fingers and start again. This time I get it right and instantly am drawn into the music. Then he begins to sing.

His voice is a rich warm slightly raspy and totally drool inducing sound that does all kinds of wonderful to my body, which is very difficult to ignore. I am so wrapped up in his voice and what it is doing to me that I almost miss my opportunity to sing along and awkwardly add a few words here and there until an opportunity opens for me to sing on my own.

As I lead into my part with the guitar I try to tune the rest of the world out, but I'm still a little nervous when I start so it comes out a little more stylized than I intended. It feels really awkward, but I ignore the sensation and continue the way I started like it was intentional.

Despite every voice in my head I glance at Lysander and am captivated by him yet again. He looks at me in amazement before a full on smile spreads across his face. I have never seen him wear such an open expression before and like seemingly everything else about him it is infectious, forcing one of my own smiles to form right along with those all too frequent butterflies. I have never felt so giddy in my life.

As he takes over again we are both smiling and singing along, letting him end the song even more beautifully than he started it.

I place my guitar on the coffee table as we sit back in the couch laughing for no reason. We turn our heads to look at each other, equally goofy smiles still on our faces.

"You have a beautiful voice, Laolanna." He says turning back into his usual calm self.

I blush some more, if that's even possible, as I look down at my lap, "Th-thanks… I've never sung in front of anyone before. You…um sing very well too. It suits you. Your voice that is."

I notice his cheeks get a little pink too. "Thank you." He says as calmly as ever. He really is something else.

Slowly things begin to settle as a comfortable silence falls around us as we sit side by side on the couch, shoulders barely touching.

I slouch down a little lower, getting comfortable. I listen to the silence before something suddlenly occurs to me. I turn my head towards Lysander again, "You know, you still haven't answered all my questions yet…"

He slouches down to my height and looks at me, "True. Where were we?"

I pause thinking back. My eyes widen when I my last two questions. "Uh. Never mind." I say too quickly.

"Oh. Right. The 'Victorian thing'." He smiled at my embarrassment. "I know you didn't mean it badly." I sigh in relief which makes him chuckle.

He turns on his side to face me more fully and I follow his lead, for some reason not minding how close we are to each other and rather relishing it. I like this. He even smells nice.

"My brother and I developed this fascination with the Victorian era at an early age and we just never got over it. And since my brother is into fashion we decided to bring a little bit of that era to the present. It's beautiful, charming and fascinating to us."

I smile at his answer, finding no words as I am too wrapped up in his presence, his voice, his words, his eyes, even his breath I notice now is fanning my face and soothing me.

"And your hair?" I manage to get out just above a whisper as I look up at it in fascination, finding two of my fingers lightly twirling one of the longer strands in the front without my permission and still not caring.

He smirks at me with slightly lidded eyes, "I was born with it. I dye some of the tips black." He says as he lightly takes the same piece of hair I was playing with, letting his fingers brush against mine as places the black tip over one of mine.

I suddenly realise by breath is shallow as I look into his eyes and barely raise my brows in question.

"My eyes are mine too." He says in deeper breathier voice. I breathe deeply savouring the sound, the smell, the feeling.

When I open my eyes his face is inches from mine and it's intoxicating. Our eyes lock, searching. We must've found what we were looking for because we suddenly close the space between us and our lips collide.

My heart is pounding in my chest deafening my ears to everything but the sounds of our breathing, gasps, and moans. I can't get close enough as I run my hands up his chest along his neck and into his silky soft hair.

I feel his hands gentle, but firm roaming over my back, fingers in the hair at the base of my head pulling me close and sending shivers down my spine. I gasp as his tongue brushes my top lip and moan as I cautiously brush my own against his.

The world has seemingly melted away and all I can think is Lysander, all I can do is feel, let the sensation envelop me and melt into the delicious sounds coming from Lysander.

My hands are no longer my own as they push at his coat and the white shirt beneath that is keeping me from his skin. An unfamiliar sound escapes my lips as I feel Lysander nuzzling my neck before I feel the sharpness of teeth and a dizzying pressure on my neck that sends a new sensation straight to my core. I claw the rest of his shirt off and run my dull nails down his back, savoring its warmth, a softness I never knew.

I let my lips trace along his surprisingly sculpted chest, trying to memorize every inch exposed to me like it's one of the wonders of the world. Abruptly he pulls me back and into another kiss, I feel my legs go weak until something scrapes against my scar.

My eyes fly open with a gasp, but I can't see and I start to panic. I push myself away and then I see it.

"No…No no no no!" I start backing away but I trip on something and fall down. My chest is heaving and I feel way too exposed. I feel dirty. My eyes start welling with tears. I vaguely hear my name but I can't focus on it as a face come in to view.

I struggle to breathe as my body freezes in fear. It can't be. "P-p-p-plea-ease-se!"

He draws closer to me and pulls me against his body and I scream, thrashing to get away from him unable to control my sobs. "NO! NO! PLEEAASE!" I cry at the top of my lungs. I feel him at my ear, can feel his breath. He's saying something but I don't want to hear him. He's rocking my body and I can't get free. I can feel my whole body shaking and I can't think I can't move, I can hardly breathe, I can't…

I hear a bang and I jump making me gasp. I blink a few times as my breathing returns to normal. I'm on the floor in Lysander's bare arms with no shirt, my coffee table is broken, blood from somewhere and my aunt is in my doorway furious.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" She shouts as throws herself at Lysander. "GET OFF OF HER!" She pushes a horrified Lysander away from me and pulls me into her arms trying to protect my modesty. "GET OUT!" She yells as Lysander stumbles backwards.

"I-I-It's- Ma'am- Just—"

"DON'T YOU DARE MA'AM ME! GET OUT! And don't you ever show your face here again." She ground out.

Lysander shot me a concerned apologetic look as he quickly gathered up his stuff and left.

What have I done?

Afore mentioned link: watch?v=WYYWkl_F1jI