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Chapter 25: My Own Sleeping Beauty

I stared up at Scarecrow. He was dripping his black tar from his bleeding mouth all over my neck. A giant grin was plastered over his face. If I didn't find a way to get him back into Jonathan's head he'd never wake up. I'd grow old taking care of my vegetable husband. I punched Scarecrow again and he rolled off me laughing.

"Oh V I just love this foreplay! When do we move to the bed?" He sat up and wiped some tar off his chin and licked his burlap lips.

"We don't. Once Jonathan wakes up he's going to kick your ass." I huffed.

"Oh I'd love to see that." He grabbed my ankle and pulled me under him again. He forced his lips on mine and shoved his tongue down my throat again. I bit it as hard as I could and he pulled away whimpering. I choked on the black tar in my throat and was forced to swallow it. My throat was burning from the heat of it. "You crazy bitch! I love you."

"Like hell you do, if you did you wouldn't have hurt Jonathan!" I tried kicking him in the face but he just grabbed my foot and flipped me onto my stomach. He jumped on my back and grabbed me by my hair. His teeth grazed my neck as his free hand slid down my hip to trace my bruise.

"Do I need to remind you how much I love you V?" He growled in my ear and ground against me slowly.

(Scarecrows beating at my brain for this one. Skip it if you wish)

"Getting a hard on isn't love Scarecrow." I hissed at him.

"Well until I can get a body of my own to marry you and give you a few brats it'll have to be enough for now." He hissed in my ear and ripped Edward's vest open. His hands were gripping my chest and massaging the flesh in a way that should have been indecent.

"Stop it now Scarecrow." I tried to squirm out from under him but he'd been bleeding tar everywhere and every move made me slip around in it.

"Oh my little V. Now I know why Jonathan loves this so much." He sat up but instead of letting me free he grabbed the boxers and ripped them off. I quickly elbowed him in the face and tried to crawl away. "Oh you minx. Let's see you fight this one off." He grabbed me by my hips and started licking me all over with his tongue.

"No fair using that tongue." I whimpered as it slid against my inner thigh. Why couldn't Jonathan have a tongue like that? Why did it have to be his evil Scarecrow? I was about to kick him away when I saw Jonathan's hand twitch. Did I imagine that?

"Really want me to stop V?" He sounded cocky as he licked his lips. I grabbed him by his noose and pulled him up to kiss me. He fisted his taloned hands in to my hair and his tongue was down my throat again. I kissed him for all I was worth and sure enough Jonathan's hand twitched again. I pulled away from Scarecrow.

"Jonathan?" I half expected him to jump out of bed like a white knight.

"He's a little too weak without me V. Baby will never wake up." He grabbed my by my hips and shoved himself inside me again. I saw Jonathan's hand make a fist before Scarecrow shoved his lips on mine and his tongue down my throat. I could feel his straw leaking out of his body as he pounded me into the floor. He kept his burlap lips on mine and his hands gripping my hips. I tried to pull some of his hair from his head but he twisted his hips just right and hit something inside of me that sent stars flying past my eyes. I whimpered and he hit it again. I could feel his fingers pierce the flesh on my hips as he pounded me over the edge. He nearly howled as he came and once again I was burning inside. He pulled away from my lips and looked down at me with a predatory glare. Just before he could slam his lips on mine again his head stopped, a hand was fisted into his straw hair.

"What did I tell you about touching what's mine?" Jonathan was awake, I think. His eyes were still glazed over but they held a fire I'd never seen before. He ripped Scarecrow off my body and threw him to the other side of the room where he disappeared into the wall.

"Jonathan?" I reached over and stroked his face. He turned his gaze back to me before grabbing my chin hard in his hand.

"You're mine V." He pulled me into the bed and pinned me down. He started scraping the tar off my body and throwing bits of straw away.

"I thought you were gone." He took a deep breath before meeting my eyes. He leaned down nose to nose with me, almost as if he were a whole other person.

"I'll leave you V when hell freezes over." His lips crashed onto mine and his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. He forced my legs apart and thrusted himself right in me. He groaned and pulled back enough to start kissing down my neck.

"Oh Jonathan." I whimpered as he claimed my body as his own. The whole bed was shaking and I was drawing blood down his back with my nails. He bit down on my neck hard enough to draw blood and his hands were holding me with a bruising force. He pounded me over the edge time and time again. My vision was blurring and my voice was burning in my throat when he kissed me again and forced us both over the edge. I whimpered as he lay panting on top of me. I couldn't move even if I wanted to.

"My V. Only my V." His voice was strained and soft.

(Ok the bed is trashed move on)

"He said you weren't coming back." I stroked his hair and his breathing slowed from its panting to a more normal pace.

"I let him back in." He was frowning and I stroked his cheek softly. "V I didn't want to let him in but I couldn't leave him out here with you."

"Don't ever leave me again." I pulled him up for another kiss before he rolled off me and pulled me to his chest.

"Oh I won't." Jonathan was back. My eyes watered and I nuzzled into his chest. I probably wouldn't be able to walk for a week but I didn't care. He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. "Did I break you V?"

"Probably, check back next week and see if I can walk then." I murmured into his chest.

"Get some rest; I'll make sure that no one takes you from me again." His hands were working wonders on my back and I was soon blissfully asleep in his arms.

"You fiend what did you do to my poor little V!" I woke up to screaming and I groaned. I rubbed my eyes and I saw Edward standing in the doorway with both hands full of medical supplies.

"Back of Riddles. V's mine." Jonathan practically growled. Edward dropped everything he was holding and leapt on the bed.

"You were just playing comatose so you could violate my wife, you monster!" Edward took a swing and cracked Jonathan right on the jaw. His head lolled back and his body went limp. Edward clutched his fist to his chest and shook a bit.

"Edward don't hurt him anymore! Scarecrow put him in the coma. He just woke up and you knocked his ass back out." He pulled a package of pills out of his coat pocket and pulled several out. He grabbed me by the back of my head and forced me to take them all. I choked them down and pulled away gagging. "The hell were those Edward? Are you poisoning me?" My eyes were wide and I was shaking a bit.

"I'd never hurt you baby. Those were just morning after pills V. If your having anyone's baby its going to be mine."

"Eddie I'm already on the pill." I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

"Not taking any chances by ember beauty. Now lets get you cleaned up and I'll take care of this…filth." He pointed at Jonathan with a scowl on his features. I sat up and whimpered as a horrible pain shot though my hips.

"Eddie I don't think I'll be able to walk."

"The fiend!" Edward picked me up and carried me to Jonathan's bathroom. He set me inside the tub and got some water going. It soothed my legs and bruises as it raised up high enough for me to bath comfortably in. "Now just relax V. I'll go get you something for the pain." He kissed me, his tongue battling mine. He stood up and straightened his suit before walking back out into the room.

"Hey Edward!" Jonathan's voice rang out and I tried to look out into the room but I could barely move. I heard Edward cry out before a loud crack sounded, almost like furniture breaking. A loud thump followed and I couldn't tell if I should cheer Jonathan on or rush to Edward's side.

"What happened?" I called out and Jonathan appeared in the doorway. He was sweating and looked like hell warmed over, his chin was bleeding freely. He staggered to the tub and climbed in behind me.

"Just taking care of a little business V. Don't worry I'm here now." He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me back against him. His lips brushed my ear and his thumbs stroked my shoulders.

"Please don't tell me he's dead." I leaned back against him and closed my eyes.

"Ok I won't tell you then." He held me and we sat in the bath just holding each other until the water was ice cold. I had just started to fall back asleep when Edward groaned from the other room. I could hear him staggering to his feet and falling against the wall.

"I'm going to stab you again Jonathan! I swear it! You hurt my little V!" Edward was ranting but he didn't come into the bathroom. I heard him stomp to his room and slam the door.

"He won't stab me." Jonathan muttered into my hair and his arms pulled me closer against him.

"Are you sure? I can't exactly jump to your defense right now."

"V I can't even move, but I'm sure he won't stab me as long as I have you here."

"So we're stuck in the tub aren't we?" I sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

"Unfortunately it would seem so. But I'm not complaining."

"Jonathan?"

"Yes V."

"I don't wanna have to live in this tub for a week." I fake whined and I felt him chuckle against me.

"Don't worry V. I'm sure eventually I'll be able to move again."

"I hope so." I closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable.

"V wake up." Something was poking my side. I groaned and swatted at it with my hand. It started poking me again.

"Nuuu stop the poking. I don't wanna go back to school." The hand stopped poking and started trailing along my cleavage making me groan. I opened my eyes and Jonathan was grinning down at me.

"Fear of school V?" I pulled him down for a kiss.

"Not a fear, just an intense loathing." I groaned as he pulled away. "Why do I need to be up again?"

"I made dinner."

"Anything edible?"

"I'll have you know I can cook, decently." He added quickly.

"Hopefully its not spaghetti o's." I looked up and he wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Honestly?" I sighed and pulled a pillow over my head.

"Common V I'm not letting you starve. You haven't been eating a lot over the past week. Now up we go." He pulled me out of bed and I saw that I was wearing just one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers. The shirt was nearly busting at the seams and I was sure would never fit him right again.

"I think my chest broke your shirt." He carried me to the kitchen and set me down on a chair. A big bowl of pasta was set before me and I sighed before digging in.

"I have plenty of shirts, but I have only one V. Now eat until I'm satisfied that you won't collapse out of hunger." Jonathan sat down and poked at his bowl.

"Can't cook either can you bird boy?" Edward sat next to me with his own bowl of the cheap pasta.

"Shut up Edward." Jonathan groaned in disgust as he spooned some into his mouth.