I didn't call him right away. Mostly because I was embarrassed and feeling sheepish myself. So I sat upstairs in my bedroom for a good few hours, watching reruns from NCIS. My cell phone was sitting in my lap and I keep hitting my center button, hoping that he might just message me first but it never came.
"I'm sorry." Text to Finn.
I chewed on my bottom lip while I was waiting for a reply, which came quick enough.
"You have nothing to apologize for, I moved you too fast." Text from Finn.
"Come over." Text to Finn.
I set my phone down and went into the bathroom, checking my face to make sure that I wasn't looking a mess. When I was sure I looked ok I walked back out, he was sitting on the edge of the bed. I knew it wouldn't take him long to get here, however he does that.
"You didn't. I let my fear get the best of me." I sigh, leaning up against the wall behind me. "And it didn't exactly seem like I was welcome there." I add.
"The centaurs have no say over you." He basically scoffed. It was pretty obvious that he held disdain towards them just by his facial expressions and the way he spat his reply out.
"You could have prepared me a little more..." I accuse him softly. He stares at me a moment and I smirk, making him chuckle and shake his head. "I mean saying you're going to take me 'home' is one thing, you could have mentioned everything else." I shrug.
"I'm sorry, my love." He smiles. "You hardly saw anything, there are two more portals to pass through before we reached my land. Barzakh, then to Irkalla." He explains as if it were really just that simple. "Perhaps you need more time to think about all this." He suggests.
"I want you." I finally admit out loud. "Where ever you came from is apart of who you are. I don't need time, I just need to suck it up." I say. His laughter fills the room and I roll my eyes, trying to hide my own grin.
"Say it again." He murmurs, taking both my hands and lacing our fingers. He'd already pulled me between his legs, and I was staring down at him.
"I want you." I say again.
"It's like music." He smiles. "Regardless, we will wait a little longer." He chuckles. "If I can't get you past the centaurs how will I get you past the Abada's, Alseid's, and Alu's? Among many other things." He asks me. He pulled me down into his lap and I put my arms around his neck.
"Do I even want to know what all that stuff was?" I ask him skeptically.
"Forest spirits, nymphs, and demons." He replies casually. "Of course the list goes on. Not everything is evil or dangerous. The Nymphs would love you." He tells me. He looked up at me and noticed my wide eyed expression. "I don't want to brag..." He starts off, raising he eyebrows with a smirk, "But there is not much more powerful than I, regardless of which land we happen to be in. Including this one." He says in a lower tone.
"Well, that was arrogant." I state.
"Facts, darling." He shrugs.
"You're ridiculous." I shake my head. My fingers traced his hairline along the back of his neck and he shuddered under the touch. Now that I think about it, I hadn't really had a chance to put my hands on him. Yeah I'd slept cuddled next to him at night but I hadn't gotten time to figure out what makes him 'tick' so to speak.
"If you don't stop I'll lose my own control." He warns me and I grin. "You'd enjoy that?" He questions, raising his eyebrows at me, a smirk evident on his face.
"I might." I reply nonchalantly, trying to make it seem like it didn't matter to me either way. He saw through that though, I could tell just by the way he was looking at me right now. "I really am sorry though. I said I'd have an open mind and I totally didn't." I sigh.
"Don't fuss over it." He says, pressing his lips to my bare shoulder. "I was hoping you'd come back around."
"Thank Kelly, I'd probably still be freaked out if she hadn't beat sense into me." I reply honestly. We sit in silence for a moment, his arms wrapped around me and my forehead pressed to his cheek. "I'm hungry." I finally comment.
"You're always hungry." He chuckles.
"Like you'd know." I sneered at him.
"Would you like me to cook dinner?" He offers.
"You cook?" I question, my interest peaked.
"I do. Rather well too." He nods.
"Well shit, let me take you to the kitchen then, Chef Balor." I tease him. He chuckles, and follows me out the bedroom door, and down the steps. Kelly glances up from her place on the couch, and her eyes divert to Finn behind me.
"I should be surprised." She comments, "But I"m not." She adds, flipping some of that long blonde hair behind her shoulder.
"Good evening, Kelly." He greets her.
"Be nice. He's about to cook dinner." I tell her.
"In that case... It's great to see you Finn, how have you been?" She smiles sweetly at him, following us into the kitchen. We watch him pull out some chicken, various vegetables, and cream of whatever soups.
"Don't get too excited ladies, it's only a casserole." He grins.
"Better than what we were going to have." Kelly tells him.
"Which was?" He questions.
"Nothing." I answer and Kelly nods.
"You always finish each others sentences?" He smirks.
"Sometimes." We both reply in unison. He grins and shakes his head at both of us. Kelly was pretty much the sister that I never got to have. I grew up with three older brothers, in a Southern family with one hell of a protective daddy. He still is that way to this day, may god look after the man that I bring home someday.
***...***...***
How could I be so ridiculously comfortable with a guy that I just met less than a couple weeks ago? We were laying in bed a few nights later in his home.
"Gertrude is quite fond of you." He comments. His fingers were fisted in my hair, softly massaging the scalp.
"She's a sweet old lady." I murmur. My eyes were closed and I was tucked into the curve of his side. "I get the sense that she's terrified of you. She told me that I should stay away and leave Ireland while I can." I tell him honestly.
"As she should be, and as you should." He admits with a heavy sigh. Honestly it didn't even make me open an eye. The talk the last couple days is how it could be dangerous for me to be here, and until we've "established" ourselves in his world that I was indeed at risk. Now the only problem with that is he refused to take me back through there until he was certain I was ready. Regardless of what I said.
"I'm a dumb girl." I shrug. "Because I'm not leaving." I tell him.
"There aren't many times where I don't know how to respond to something, but this is one of the few." He tells me. "But you're not dumb." He add with a chuckle.
"What does 'one promised' mean?" I ask curiously, remembering it from the other day. "Because it sounds possessive, and I didn't particularly enjoy it." I grumble.
"It means soul mate." He answers simply. "Nothing bad, or possessive."
"And what if I don't feel the same way?" That was a shitty question to ask, but I wanted to know. If something drastic happened, and I just couldn't handle everything that was him and he was about, exactly what would happen. I think, so far, I'd taken the whole 'destined to be together' crap pretty well.
"We can discuss it later." He murmurs, obviously uncomfortable with the question. He wasn't getting out of it that easily though.
"Oh no, uh huh. You're going to tell me." I tell him seriously. He sighs, and thinks about his answer carefully. "Would you force me?" I ask and his eyes get wide in disbelief.
"Never. It would hurt my heart to see you miserable with me, which would happen if I forced something like this on you." He shakes his head. "The only way my kind can die is at war or of a broken heart." He sighs. "So my heart would break and my existence would perish. Not that my actual heart would break, but the depression it would send me into would be my demise." He tells me.
"So no pressure then..." I mutter. "It's a good thing I'm pretty fond of you then." I add. "What did the centaur mean when he said 'the one who wears the eye'?" I ask another question, hoping that he'd just answer everything I asked him instead of playing the one question a day game again. He lets out a heavy sigh, "Stop trying to ease me into shit, just tell me what I want to know." I say seriously. It made him grin.
"I quite enjoy your feisty attitude." He chuckles. "You promise you won't run? You know I'd never hurt you, right?" He questions. Butterflies fluttered around in my stomach, because why would he ask me that if it wasn't something bad... But I said I'd be open, and I was forcing him to answer me.
"Yes." I tried to say it evenly but it was a soft tone, almost a whisper.
"It's part of my last name, Balor. Balor means 'the deadly one'." He answers slowly, watching my reaction as he said each word.
"I thought you were from a God?" I narrow my eyes at him.
"I am. I did not, however, mention whether it was from a good God or not." He sighs. "I come from Balor, though I am not him himself I inherited qualities and powers. They say Balor was a giant, with a large eye that when opened caused nothing but destruction." He explains. "It was always covered with seven cloaks to keep it cool. He took the cloaks off one by one. At the first, ferns began to wither. At the second, grass began to redden. At the third, wood and trees began to heat up. At the fourth, smoke came out of wood and trees. At the fifth, everything got red hot. At the sixth everything began to smoke. At the seventh, the whole land caught fire" He finishes.
"I'm not sure I'd be quite as head over heels for you if you only had one eye." I admit, trying to lighten the mood after that heavy explanation. He glances at me, he was just zoned out for a second and cracks a smile. "So what's 'home' like?" I ask, trying to prepare myself.
"Well the castle is much larger." He shrugs simply.
"What do you even need something that big for?" I basically scoff, shaking my head.
"It's home to many, not just I." He answers. "Staff mostly, some soldiers."
"Soldiers for what?" I furrow my brows.
"War." He states nonchalantly.
"War for what?" I ask, my tone going lower.
"For when someone thinks that can come into my land and take what's mine." He says in his own low and dangerous tone. "Think of it as... An episode of Hercules. I'm the bad guy, others are constantly trying to take what is mine..."
"Oh." Was all I could come up with. He chooses to stay quiet himself, and we lay there in silence for a few minutes. "So who's watching your junk while you're here?" I ask curiously.
"Balimere. He's my second in command." He says softly. He was almost asleep, hence the soft reply and I glance up to see his eyes closed. I felt jealous at that comment, I know I shouldn't be, but I was. "You tensed up." He notices, cracking open an eye to look at me.
"I did?" I ask and he nods. "I didn't notice." I shrug it off.
"May we please go to sleep now?" He asks me with a sigh. He really, really didn't want to talk about this anymore, but how was I ever going to be ready if he didn't discuss this stuff with me.
"No." I answer simply. That made him open both eyes to look at me. My fingers walk up his chest before I used a hand to pull his face to mine and press our lips together. I trace his bottom lip with my tongue before pulling it between my teeth, making him groan into my mouth.
"Oh really?" He grins when we break apart. I answer with a soft 'mmhmmm' and shiver as his fingers slide down my arm and the curve of my hip. He easily slips my panties to the side and I let out a soft moan when his fingers found my clit. They made slow circles and my back arched off the bed. His lips press along my shoulder and up around my neck as he dipped a finger inside me.
"Mmmm... Finn." I groan, running my fingers through his short hair. He responds by pumping his fingers into me at a faster pace, curving them up and hitting my gspot each time. My moans get louder as his pace increased.
"Let go, my love." He murmurs against my ear. He takes the lobe between his teeth and gives it a gentle bite, driving me over the edge. I came all over his fingers, and my body shuddered. I closed my eyes and my chest raises and falls quickly as I try to catch my breath again. "Feel better?" He asks me. He kisses my cheek, then my temple.
"Yes." I smile, snuggling back up against him. I wasn't done though. My own hand began tracing his abdominal muscles, grinning when the skin twitched under my finger tips. I traveled lower, letting my finger trail along the line of his V to his boxers. I glance up at him and green eyes meet a pair of very unsure blue ones. "Let me take care of you." I say softly. He doesn't reply, but gives me a short nod after a minute of thought. My hand slips under the waistband of his boxers and I wrap my fingers around his already rock hard length. He sucks in a deep breath and closes his eyes, rolling his head back into the pillow as I began stroking him. I pushed the comforter off of us and straddle his lap, pressing my lips over his collar bone, down his chest and abs until I reached the waistband again.
"Annabelle..." He murmurs. He was clearly and obviously nervous, for what I had no idea. Though this was the first time that he'd actually let me repay the favor so to speak. I don't respond but pull his boxers down enough to let his, rather impressive, length bounce free. He's staring at me and I again take it in my hand, keeping eye contact with him when I slid my tongue from the base of him to the tip. His hand came down and his fingers fisted into my hair when I took the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I took that as a go ahead and bob my head up and down along his length, using my hand behind my mouth to cover what I couldn't get. He was trying not to pull my hair as he got closer to his own release. My free hand was wandering around his body, from his muscular thighs to his abs and over his chest. He says something in another language that I didn't understand, but the urgent tap on my shoulder was the same in any language... 'I'm about to cum'. I pulled my mouth away and used my hand to stroke him the rest of the way, until I'm met with rope after rope of cum. My eyes probably got a little wide watching it shoot up and land on his chest and even up to his neck.
"Do you feel better?" I ask him with a grin, emphasizing 'you'.
"That was amazing." He basically pants. He reaches around blindly until he found a shirt of his that I'd worn earlier to wipe the cum from his chest in neck. "And you didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to." I sigh. I actually wanted a lot more than that, but he was making me wait. "We can go to bed now." I chuckle.
A/N: An earlier update than I was planning, but I got a super nice message earlier and figured I'd put out a new chapter because of it :)