"Just now," Deacon spoke and sat beside her. "Why are you in my room naked in my bed?"
"Cassie stole my clothes so I couldn't go with them. I was chasing her when your guys came marching through so I dove in here so they wouldn't see me ... then I sort of fell asleep." She leaned her head against his shoulder. "May I borrow a shirt to go to my room."
"Nope. I was told not to let you out of my sight for the next 72 hours because I am now quarantined."
"Why?"
He pushed his sleeve up. "Butterfly serum had a reaction on me."
"Oh shit, are you okay?"
"Yea, had a bit of a headache but it's gone now."
"I'll sleep close to the edge so you can have the most room."
"You're good, we can share." Pulling his boots and socks off, he groaned as he tossed his jacket on the chair and yanked his shirt off.
Feeling frisky, she kissed his shoulder a few times and wiggled her eyebrows at him. "Hi handsome."
"Hi gorgeous," he grinned and kissed her shoulder and pulled the cover out a bit as she held it close. "I just wanted a peek."
"Show me yours and I'll show you mine."
Grinning, he stood and dropped his pants to bare his ass to her. Laughing, she politely popped it as he sat and pulled the cover over himself. Yawning, he pulled her to him as she stretched out on her side. "I am so bloody tired I can't see straight."
"Go to sleep then. Want me to turn off the light or not."
"Yea, would you please." Releasing her, he watched her bare bottom rise as he popped it playfully. Turning off the lamp, she slid back in next to him and laid her head on his shoulder. "Why did Cassie not want you to go with them?"
"I have no idea." His arm wrapped around her, his hand running down her back slowly. "I found something earlier while you were gone."
"Which was."
"The ring you gave me as a child. I tried it on and it's a bit loose so I am going to swipe me some tape and fix it ... when I can find some damn tape."
"I hear that," he yawned.
"Doze off handsome, I gotcha." She pressed a kiss to his cheek and nose as their lips touched gently. She laid her head down and watched as he began to drift off. Sliding her arm across his chest, she pressed a kiss to his shoulder as she began to doze off with him.
Waking up, she sat up slowly as he snored beside her. Shaking her head, she grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. Getting up, she crept to the door then dashed to the bathroom. Using and flushing, she stared at herself in the mirror as she rinsed her hands. Taking a few deep breaths, she skidded back to the door before anyone saw her and inside. Closing the door, she pulled his shirt off and slid back into bed as he rolled over. Fixing the cover, she felt his arms engulf her as they held one another. Draping her arm across his side, she squeezed her eyes shut abruptly as he rubbed against her. He was semi-hard and now she knew why Cassie stole her clothes. Yea, there was nothing wrong with the serum except for Cassie giving her a chance to be with him. Leaning her head forward, she kissed him gently as his hand ran down her side. "I love you," she spoke softly, leaning her forehead against his.
"Oh you do huh," he mentioned as he kissed her. Reaching down, he hooked her leg over his as he rubbed a bit more closer to her. "What's going on."
"Cassie," she finally mentioned. "I might have mentioned something about wanting to be with you, spend time with you in some way, so she stole my clothes and hit you with something that caused a reaction."
"And you needed an excuse why." When she didn't answer, he nodded. "How far ahead are you from?"
"Not sure, I didn't even know I got splintered back until I saw you."
"Yea, definitely Cassie."
"Are you mad?"
"Not really." He hiked her leg higher, more across his hip as he plunged into her. "No more talking, sex now."
"Yes sir," she purred as he rolled her over. "Come here baby." They began to kiss and move together, her hands roaming over his back as his fingers tangled in her hair. It was all she had wanted and more, he felt exquisite and fit perfectly between her legs. She loved him more than she could explain as she held onto him. His mouth began to run down her neck, licking and nipping, causing her to moan softly that enticed him to keep going. His lips found a nipple and suckled it for a few moments before his tongue teased it to a pouty peak. His mouth trailed over and did the same to the other before moving back up to reclaim her mouth. Their tongues played together as they continued moving as one. He moved just right, sucking the air from her lungs as she arched into him, crashing on waves of pleasure that drug him down with her. Laying his sweat covered forehead against her skin, he kissed her shoulder and laid his head down. "We need to do this more often."
"Who you telling," he lightly gasped. Lifting his forehead, he looked down at her and kissed her nose. "I love you too."
"Just hold me please and don't let go."
"Deal."
As they drifted off, her mind quietened as she began to dream of Athan. 'I never could see or stop Eliza's death because she is my story, my anchor. One day you will find that too' A tear escaped as she wiped it away, finally understanding what he meant: Deacon was HER story not theirs, he was HER center, he was HERS and she would be damned if she let anything happen to him now.
"Hey Egg" her older self called out "you two might want to come see this."
"Why," Deacon cracked as he lifted his head.
"I got my mister finally."
Jennifer's eyes shot open as they stared at one another. "May I borrow some clothes."
"Green pants fit best" the older one spoke and headed out. Getting up, he found the green pants and tossed them to her with the Hyena Burgers shirt as he dressed. Moving out the door, they headed to the main control room to find her standing with the others. A hooded individual leaned against the wall, keeping a look over everyone. "That's my mister, he's the quiet type."
Jennifer padded over and threw her arms around the hood as the arms encircled her. "I knew it," she mentioned softly. "I love you."
"I love you too," he spoke softly as he held her. "I miss this side of you."
"Remind me of it nightly."
"Deal."
Deacon wrapped his arm around the older woman and kissed the side of her head. "You didn't make me wear a suit did you."
"Not exactly," she mentioned with a giggle as she leaned her head on him.
"80s outfit," they both mentioned in tune. Reaching his hand up, the hood fell back as the older Deacon winked at his younger self.