"Why the dirty face?" Finn asks, sliding his hand across my lower back. We were at the office, out here in the middle of no where-ville getting some paperwork signed for me to go to Iceland for a few days.
"I don't like the way the secratary talks to you. Or looks at you." I shrug, glowering at her even though she wasn't looking at me. He smirks, pushing some of my hair behind my shoulder before pressing his lips to my temple.
"Just as you are mine, I am yours." He assures me. "Pay no mind to other women. Most days I don't even see them." He says.
"I know..." I sigh. "The dirty face is because she knows you're mine and she flirts anyway. Why do women do that?" I ask myself mostly but he nods his head in agreement.
"Iceland is another place with many portals." He smiles, whispering that little detail in my ear. I raise my eyebrows at him. "Known for their monsters." (A/N: I made that up lol)
"Oh, great." I reply sarcastically. I finish signing the rest of the paperwork and head out the door with Finn, sliding into the passenger seat of his car.
"I have another meeting in Dublin to go to, do you want to come with me?" He offers as we drove.
"I don't." I shake my head honestly. "Your meetings are so boring." I tell him and he chuckles, nodding his head. "Just drop me off at my house, I have a crazy amount of laundry to do." I grumble.
"Ok." He agrees. We pull up to my house about 15minutes later, "I'll see you tonight then." He smiles, palming my face and kissing me.
"Tonight." I agree with a smile. "Drive safe." I say like I always do before pushing myself out of the car and shutting the door behind me. I push open my front door and lock it again behind me, dumping my purse onto the reclining chair and walking into the kitchen. Laundry could wait a few more minutes.
"Can I ask you something?" A familiar voice says behind me. I jump and spin around. Baron was at a chair at my kitchen table, which by the way never ever got used. "Don't worry princess, I ain't here to kidnap you." He chuckles at my wide eyed expression.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! You can't just let yourself into people's houses!" I snap at him.
"Well I did." He shrugs simply. "Why are you with him? Why would you associate yourself with such a horrible person?" he asks me, then scoffs, "Shit, he ain't even a person. He's something else."
"He's never been horrible to me." I narrow my eyes at him.
"And he won't. Ever. You can be cruel but never to your woman." He nods. "Do you know what he's done? The things that he's done to other lands that surround his? To people, animals and creatures that threaten him or step foot on his land?" He asks. I'm silent, just staring at him. "I only spent one day with you and I know that you're a sweet, kind hearted woman. Why you would associate yourself with such a sadistic, mean and cruel being is what confuses me." He sighs.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I finally manage to respond.
"Of course you don't." He chuckles. "He'd never let you see what happens below the castle or in the torture rooms or the briggs." He states, standing up from the kitchen counter. "He's blinded you to only see what he wants you to see because he knows that if you saw who he truely was, you'd run." He states simply.
"That's bullshit." I mutter, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest. I back up against the fridge when Baron walks right up to the kitchen counter, pulling his shirt off and setting it aside.
"Yeah? Is this bullshit?" He asks me, pointing to a long jagged looking scar that crossed over his ribs on his left side. "Or this?" He points to what looks like a series of burns maybe, but it was covered by his chest tattoo. "All marks your boyfriend has given me, and that's only two of them, and that's only me." He states, backing up a step.
"Why?" I ask, biting my bottom lip.
"Because I was caught on his land, trying to find food for my pack. It's a rough world out there princess. Y'all got it easy on Earth." He sighs. There was almost a saddness laced in his voice. "I just think you should know the type of person that you're giving yourself to so willingly." He shrugs, heading for my sliding glass door. "See ya around, princess." He states, disappearing outside. I stood there, for what seemed like forever in just shock, thinking about everything that he'd just said to me. Would Finn really do all the things Baron had said? Part of me had to believe it. The way Finn had so easily threatened to burn Baron's home and land that day that he kidnapped me. Not only that but his ancestry holds nothing but evil.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" Kelly asks, walking into the kitchen.
"Nothing." I shrug. I hadn't even heard her come in.
"You're such a horrible liar." She chuckles.
"Do you think I've made a mistake, being with Finn?" I ask her seriously.
"Of course not." She scoffs, shaking her head. "Why? What brought this on?" She questions, furrowing her brows.
"What if he's done horrible things? He has told me in the past that he's the bad guy... Times where he lives are way different. What if he hurts people? Kills people? Tortures people?" I ask her, biting hard on my bottom lip.
"Holy shit. Where is this coming?" She asks me.
"I just talked to someone who knows Finn, probably a lot better than I do." I sigh. "All of it is a whole new can of worms that I didn't even think about. Junk that could have possibly waivered my decision of being with him." I tell her honestly.
"I think you're jumping to conclusions." She says, putting a hand on my shoulder. "And who ever you just talked to put you into this panic mode." She states. "Why don't you ask Finn about it later?"
"No." I shake my head quickly. "First off he'd be livid that I didn't call him right away after talking to Baron. Second he'd be livid that Baron was in my kitchen when I got home and he'd probably go after him. Third I'm not sure he'd tell me the truth about that kind of stuff anyway. He's already given me the 'you're not ready to hear' it excuses with pretty much every other question I asked. I'll find out myself." I tell her.
"That sounds like a really, super bad idea." She chuckles, shaking her head. "And why didn't you call him right away after Baron was here? What if he'd have taken you again!?" She exclaims.
"I don't feel like Baron wants to hurt me." I answer honestly. "I think they only reason he took me was because there's something he needs from this other world to survive. He didn't do it to start beef. He's so ridculously easy going that it's impossible to feel threatened by him."
"I don't know... I mean, it still sounds sketchy to me." She purses her lips.
"Don't you dare say anything to him about Baron or any of this." I narrow my eyes at her.
"Please, I'm your best friend." She scoffs, hooking her pinky in my own. Part of me felt really bad for thinking about sneaking around behind his back, but the other part didn't because I knew he'd never tell me the truth. Right away at least.
***...***...***
"I don't like that I'm not going with you to Iceland in a few days." He sighs. He'd come over around dinner time. I only glance at him, offer a smile and go back to shredding my chicken off the bone. I was making chicken enchaladas, and I prefered the chicken shredded instead of chunked. "What's wrong, my love?" He murmurs, pressing his forehead against my temple.
"Nothing, I'm fine." I tell him, pressing my lips against his nose quick. I was trying to seem like nothing was bothering me, but all I could think about was what Baron had told me earlier.
"You're lying." He comments, raising his eyebrows.
"I'm not." I shake my head. "I might be a little tired tonight." I shrug as an explination. He purses his lips, but doesn't push anymore about it. "Are you hungry?" I ask him trying to change the subject.
"I am starving, and the kitchen smells lovely." He smiles. "Don't ever tell Ellena that you're cooking rivals against hers." He grins cheekily. That made me smile, like a legitamate smile. He did know just the right things to say sometimes. I still felt strongly about him, dare I say I might love him because he was an amazing guy especially to me, but if what Baron had told me turns out to be true then either changes needed to be made around there or I'll have to leave. There's no way I could live in a place and be supportive of tourting or killing of anything.
"I'll keep your secret." I chuckle. I dump the chicken into the sauce mixture that I'd made up earlier and hand it to him, "Stir this up for me, please." I tell him. I pull out the tortillas that were warming in the oven and my pan before filling them with cheese, followed by the chicken and sauce mixture from the bowl.
"How long does it take to cook?" He questions, watching me sprinkle the top with cheese and put it into the oven. "Where's Kelly?"
"Like 20 minutes." I shrug. "She went out with this Chris guy. I'm a little surprised that she gave him a second date." I chuckle, glancing up at him leaning against the counter across from me. I let my hands slide along his hips, pulling him up against me. He leans down and presses his lips against mine, before traveling lower to my jaw and my neck. "Mmmmm..." I groan, fisting his shirt in my hands. His own travel along my body, feeling even inch they could.
"I can do 20 minutes." He murmurs with a hint of a smirk. He backs me up against the fridge, pressing himself flush against me. I could feel his length, hard, rubbing against my hip. His fingers tangle into my hair as he kissed me again, this time with more urgency. My own hands found his pants button and zipper and I release him, taking him into my hand and stroking his length. There was something about nitty, gritty, urgent sex that turned me on. He growled into our kiss, his own free hand groping one of my breasts and tweaking the nipple through my shirt.
"Finn..." I sigh, arching into him. He lets his fingers out of my hair and takes himself from me, and earning a huff of protest from my lips. His other hand continues traveling down my body and around the back of my thigh, lifting it up. At the same time he slinks down a few inches, moves my panties off to the side and when he lifts back up he easily thrusts into me, making both of us let out a satisfied moan. He pulled out to the tip before sliding his length back inside me, repeating it that way several times. "H-harder..." I manage to tell him. One of my arms was wrapped around his neck, helping to hold me up while my other hand was gripping his bicep.
"You want it harder?" He smirks, pressing his forehead against my own. He pulls out, slowly and I glower at him.
"That wasn't nice." I chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief. He pulled me away from the fridge, and guides me out just past our kitchen to the front of the closet door. It had a full sized mirror on it and I looked at him in confusion through the reflection.
"Put your hands on the mirror." He murmurs, placing both of my hands in front of me on the mirror and bending me over just slightly. His hand grips a butt cheek as he reenters me from behind. I close my eyes and hang my head slightly, pushing back to meet his movements. With a hand still on my hip his other snakes itself into my hair, pulling my head back so I'm looking back into the mirror. "I want ya to watch." He tells me. I feel a little weird but do as he says, watching as our bodies collide against each other over and over. "Remember what this looks like, because no one can give this to you like I can." He murmurs. He reaches around and his fingers find my clit. I was already ridiculously turned on and I took me no time at all to scream out his name as i came on his length.
"Oh... God..." I groan, pressing my forehead against the mirror. I was having a hard time holding myself up after that. A few moments later, his grip on my hips tighten and I feel himself pour into me. We hold our position, and he leaves soft, gentle kisses along my spine, reminding me of how gentle he usually was. "I think dinner is done." I sigh, making him chuckle.
"Perfect timing." He says, kissing my shoulder and pulling me upright. "I didn't scare you, did I?" He questions, pointing to the mirror.
"Not at all." I smirk, wiping away the sweat from my forehead. "Gross..." I grumble, excusing myself the to the bathroom to clean myself up a little bit.
"What would you like to drink?" He calls from the kitchen.
"Beer is fine." I answer, walking out of the bathroom. I make us each up a plate and we sit down on the couch to eat.
"This is very good." He mumbles with a mouthful of food.
"Thank you." I kick my feet up onto the coffee table and take a sip of my beer.
"You'll call me if anything happens in Iceland, right?" he questions, giving me a sideways glance.
"Nothing is going to happen in Iceland." I assure him.
"You don't know that." He states.
"If anything happens, I will call you." I agree. I agree just to get him to shut up.
"Thank you." He smiles. "I can still go with you if you want." he suggests.
"I'll be gone for one day." I chuckle, "It's only a day, I will be fine, you will be fine." I assure him, running my fingers over his thigh.
"You're right." He finally nods.
A/N: Fun to write this chapter. Taking a little bit of a turn into the darker world of Finn Balor, because we know the Demon can't be rainbows and flowers forever, right?