"My life has never been this much of a hot, stressful mess. I wondered to myself last night if it'd be better had I not met Finn at all. I'm starting to think just having the dreams would have been a blessing." I admit to Kelly. I'd called into work today, claiming to be sick and now I was propped on the couch talking on the phone the blonde.
"There's a possibility that change will happen." She replies meekly. Really I was just venting, she didn't have any advice to give me.
"It's possible." I sigh. I hear my sliding glass door open and shut and in a matter of seconds Baron is in my living room. Looking pretty rough, but still, he's alive. "I'll see you when you get home from work." I tell her before basically hanging up on her. "Oh my god, you're alive." I sighed in relief. I pushed myself up off the couch and wrapped my arms around his neck, he was stiff at first, I probably took him off guard but after a few seconds he returns the hug.
"They just... Let us go." He says confused. "Like, didn't say anything or nothing, just let us go. I wanted to make sure you were ok." He comments. His finger graze over a place on my arm, and he growled low in his throat.
"It's nothing, and it's fine." I assure him. I know he didn't mean to, but Finn had grabbed me hard when he took me out of the field from Baron's. There was a large purple hand print on my upper arm.
"It's not fine." He argues.
"He didn't mean to." I promise him. He lets out a long sigh, falling down into the couch behind him. "Was Solomon there?" I ask hesitantly.
"Lets go see." He says, standing up and taking my hand. "We'll check his cave."
"Seriously? We're just going to show up? Isn't that a bad idea?" I ask him skeptically. I still allow him to drag me outside though. Right now Baron was probably the only one that I did trust besides Kelly.
"Why would it be a bad idea?." He shrugs. "So it's this tree..." He murmurs walking us through, "And it's really easy, the cave I took you through the first time that goes to my land? Instead of going straight, you go left." He explains as we walked through everything. We come out in what I can only describe as the ending of the movie 'Lion King'. You know when everything has been burned down, and all that's left is the rocks and ruble? Looks just like that.
"Did Finn do this too?" I ask softly.
"Nah, it always looks like this." He answers. "So... we can't just walk in, if he's sleeping he might eat us." He mumbles, mostly to himself but my eyes got wide and my jaw dropped open. i watch him bend over and pick up a rock to toss inside the huge opening to the cave.
"Hold on... What if you hit him?" I hiss at him, putting his hand back down. I take a few steps forward and lean in a little. "Solomon?" i call into the dark. A few seconds pass by and I don't get any kind of reply, "Solomon?!" I say louder.
"I can still throw the rock in." Baron suggests behind me.
"If you throw a rock at me, I'll fuckin' kill you mutt." Solomon's rough voice says from the deep. A few seconds later I see a silhouette appear before Solomon finally fully appears. My eyes look like golf balls when I give him a once over. About where his hips and legs should start was a snake's body instead. I know I'd read what he was weeks ago, but seeing it up close and personal was something else. "Are ya scared, doll?" He says in more of a velvety tone. I'm pretty much frozen to my spot and can only watch as his tail end slides around behind me, before it wraps around my legs and lower body.
"Stop man, you're scarin' her." Baron chuckles, "Finn's already scared her enough to last a few years." He adds. Solomon looks at me, his eyes searching my face.
"Are you scared, doll?" he asks me again.
"A little." I admit. He grip around me loosens, enough that I can pull my arms out from his coils and I rest them on top of the scaly skin.
"What're y'all doin' here?" he asks, looking from me to Baron.
"Shit hit the fan with Finn, he knows... Well pretty much everything." Baron answers him, then nods to me, "She wanted to make sure you were ok." He explains. "I guess I wanted to make sure you were alright to." He admits with an eye roll. He'd leaned himself up against one of the rocks behind him, and crossed both arms over his chest.
"You were worried about me doll?"
"Yes." I answer, like it was totally obvious.
"What are those?" His voice rumbles. The very tip of his tail trails along the bruises on my arm, giving me goosebumps and making me shudder.
"It's nothing..." I murmur, covering them up.
"Those better be from rough sex." There was that rumble again, so deep that I felt it travel through him and into the pit of my own stomach. Baron laughs, and shakes his head. "Who the fuck does he think he is?" Whipping his head around to look at Baron who just shrugs his shoulders.
"He doesn't know that it bruised, it was an accident." I basically repeat what I'd told Baron. I knew I should've worn fucking sleeves today.
"That ain't an accident." Solomon shakes his head.
"Will you please unravel yourself from me?" I ask him quietly, the coils were cold and apart from being kind of creepy it was actually doing something for me. He easily obliges and I watch him morph into human form. "Thank you. I just wanted to make sure you were ok..." I murmur, now a little nervous for being here. "But you're alright, so I'm going to go home now." I nod my head.
"Let me walk ya home, doll." He suggests.
"No worries, Baron is headed the same way." I play it off. I'm not sure I wanted to be alone with Solomon quite yet. I was quite as comfortable with him and his intentions as I was with Baron.
"I insist." He steps in front of me. "I'll get her home, B." He looks over his shoulder at Baron. I screamed at the wolf internally not to leave me.
"I wouldn't leave ya with someone you weren't safe with." Baron assures me, noticing my panicked face. "I'll drop by your house later." He adds, turning and walking away.
"You don't feel safe with me, doll?" He questions.
"I haven't decided." I answer nervously.
"Come on." He chuckles, tossing a muscled arm over my shoulder. "Makes me feel weird to have someone concerned about me." He admits as we walked.
"Do you want me to stop?" I ask, furrowing my brow.
"Nah. I think I like it." He gives me a sideways glance. "This is a weird world you live in." he comments as we walked up through the backyard to the house.
"I've heard that a time or two." I grin at him.
"I'll leave ya here." He says, motioning to my back door. "You know you can come see me any time." He says suggestively, wagging his eyebrows.
"You can come here anytime." I smile, agreeing with him and nodding to my house.
"Ya got a great smile, doll." He winks, "See ya later." He adds before starting off towards the woods again. I pull open my sliding glass door and pick up my phone that I'd let sitting on the kitchen counter. I was hoping for something from Finn, but I hadn't missed anything.
"Would you still love me if you had the choice? Not just because you were basically told it was that way?" Text to Finn.
I hit send before I could give myself a chance to think about not sending it. Part of me really wanted to know, part of me thought he might lie about his answer, and part of me didn't want a reply at all. I thought about it more often than I care to admit. Does he love me only because he has to... Or does he really love me because of me?
"May i come over?" Text from Finn.
"Yes." Text to Finn.
There was instantly a knock on my front door and I pulled it open, revealing him on the other side. His face held so many emotions that I can't even begin to describe him.
"You truly think that I wouldn't love you without the circumstances?" He asks me, tilting his head slightly.
"I don't know..." I shrug helplessly. "If your life wasn't hanging in the midst right now... If we were just dating like regular people, when I told you I'd leave you, would you have cared?" I ask him.
"I can't answer that, because I don't know." He chose his words carefully, I could see them running around in his head.
"Well, guess." I put a hand on my hip. He steps inside, and shuts the door behind him before resting both hands on my shoulders.
"Annabelle. You are everything I want in a woman. You are smart, too smart for both our good, funny, beautiful, you hold high morals and you care deeply about others. All I know is that right now and the rest of my existence where ever I may be, I am in love with you. I love you so much." The fact that he'd just said he loved me out loud, really for the first time, it kind of gave me a little hope. "The choice you are leaving me to make is the hardest of my existence and it's not something I can take lightly. I realize that it is hard to understand, but 650 years of a life style can't just be undone." He explains.
"I feel like now I'm just a burden to you." I sigh.
"You're not." He smiles softly. "You are the only thing that brings peace to my crazy world. The way my land works, I can not just let things go... Some times getting information is a must to save my people. It's hard to understand and a lot to take in." He adds. "I'm trying to make both of us happy so to speak, but I need more time to figure it out." I don't respond, because I was a little annoyed and I hold back my urge to roll my eyes. "You smell like Solomon..." He growled, the mood instantly changing.
"I went to make sure you hadn't killed him." I answer simply. No point in hiding anything from him now I supposed.
"He's extremely dangerous, why would you put yourself in such an unpredictable situation?" He asks me, his hands now gripping my shoulders.
"You've already left bruises on me, could you loosen the grip a little?" I grumble, then immediately regret saying anything about it.
"Where?" He asks. The mood had shifted yet again as a worried look crosses his face. I pull up my tshirt sleeve and show him the hand print he'd left on me from yesterday. "Annabelle... I'm so sorry." He whispers, his fingers lightly running over the blueish color. "I had no intention to hurt you."
"I know." I sigh. I back up a step and walk into the living room, setting myself down on the couch. "Fuck, how did we get here?" I ask him, putting my head in my hands.
"Relationships go through rocky things, this will make us stronger." He assures me, sitting down next to me.
"This isn't a little argument, Finn." I shake my head. "This is a big deal. I'm asking you to change something that like you said, you've been doing for hundreds of years. It could break us." I tell him.
"It won't break us, because I can not lose you." He assures me, palming my face.
"So you're going to stop, give it all up, and let everything go?" I ask in almost a hopeful tone.
"No..." He says shortly.
"Then we're not going to fucking work." I growl at him.
"Why are so you fucking difficult?!" He snarled back at me. His face was inches from my own and he actually spit on my face a little when he yelled. Without thinking about it I took my right hand, and slapped his face. Hard. The sound echoed in the living room. His face stayed turned to the side for a good thirty seconds. My heart beats fast in my chest as I watch the paint start to appear. It was climbing its way up his neck and onto his face. When he was normal, I could usually stand my ground, but I didn't want to face the demon. It was a completely different person than I knew. He slowly looks at me, his blue eyes angry against the black paint. I slink back against the couch, putting my feet up between him and I. I know it wouldn't do much, but if he came at me a good kick would give me time to run.
"Finn..." I say softly. He leans in, super slow, his body and face getting closer and closer. He easily pushes my legs open and crawls between them. My heart was racing, and it only got worse the second he spread my legs.
"You drive me crazy." He says in a low, husky tone. He was now close enough that his breath moved my hair as he spoke. I'm not sure if I should be absolutely terrified, or smirk at him. I was a little turned on, but I honesty did want sex to happen right now. I didn't want him to think he had any sort of control over me... Even if he did. I laid frozen as he took one of my wrists in his hand, pinning it above my head then reaching down and taking my other hand, joining it above my head and holding them there with one hand.
"Finn, stop." I try to sound like I wanted him to stop, but I didn't.
"Shut up." He says. It was a stern tone, he wasn't yelling but it wasn't quiet either. It was more of an, order, or a command. I wasn't into that kind of stuff, but the heat was pooling in my abdomen. His free hand wanders up under my shirt and massages a breast, making me bite back a moan. I give my hands a tug, trying to get them from his grip but it was pretty pointless. "Don't." Was his warning. He easily tore the shirt I was wearing down the middle, exposing my bare stomach and black lacey bra. I gasped and almost came right then. Right then the thought crossed my mind on if I was truly terrified and crying for him to stop, would he? The thought evaporated when his head dipped into the crook of my neck. I failed to hold back my moan when he began to suck and bite at the flesh. The second he heard me moan he released my hands, that automatically went to his neck, pulling him up to my face.
"Fuck, kiss me." I groan against him. Our lips collide and he pushes his tongue into my mouth, exploring every area that he could. I could still feel that he was upset and angry, his anger radiates off him like heat would from a heater. I didn't care. He easily pulled me and I removed the rest of my shirt, pulling my bra down my shoulders as well. There was paint all over my chest and down my stomach were he'd kissed and bit a trail to the top of my shorts. He didn't even waste the time to unbutton them, just yanked them down my legs roughly, his nails scratching my thighs as he did so. "Ouch, you asshole!" I exclaim, using both feet to kick him back a few inches. I say only a few inches because it as about the equivalent as kicking a brick wall.
"Be quiet, and bend over the couch." He says in that stern tone again. I chew my lip, but turn over and brace myself against the back of the couch. I couldn't look back at him. Not because I was embarrassed, but because I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of knowing how much I was actually enjoying this. I feel fingers play up the back of my thighs and to my butt cheek, before he gives it a stinging slap. I bite down hard on the couch. It hurt, but it hurt good. "Sometimes I wish you were this obedient all the time. But then you wouldn't be that amazing, loud, and occasionally problematic woman I fell in love with." He sighs from behind me.
"You're such a dick." I growl at him. He gives my right butt cheek another good, solid slap which made me moan out his name. I immediately recognized my mistake.
"I knew you were enjoying this." I could hear the smirk in his tone. Smug bastard. His hand ran over the heat from the slap and I felt his lips press a few kisses to the spot. I groan into the cushion, fisting the couch fabric in my hands. His fingers glide over my entrance and his thumb starts to circle my clit while he slides one of his fingers inside of me. His free hand slid up my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind it and tangled into my messy hair, pulling my head back and arching my back even more. I moaned and ground my hips in a circular motion against his fingers. "So eager." He kisses my left butt cheek before biting it, hard and making me gasp. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted it so badly at this point, but I still had enough pride that I wasn't about to beg for it. My literally dripping wet core was probably enough to give him that hint anyway. His fingers pull away from my wetness and I hear his pants hit the floor before his tip teases my entrance. He slides it up and down my slit, teases my clit every few seconds. My hips were pushing back against him until he finally sunk his length into me, making me let out a satisfied moan.
"Finn..." I groan, bouncing my butt up and down against him. He was holding himself, still, inside me buried to his pelvis.
"You know, I believe I forgot about a dinner meeting I have." He mumbles to himself, pulling out of me. My mouth drops open and I turn to look at him, failing miserably on hiding my completely astonished face.
"You fucking asshole." I punch him hard in the chest when I saw his smug look.
"Do you want something?" He asks me softly. His face was serious, his eyes held that arrogant look. My lips form a hard line, he wanted me to ask him to fuck me and I wasn't going to.
"No." I shake my head, picking up panties from the floor and slipping them on. He watches, interested. I'm not sure if he thought I was going to stop and change my mind or what. Listen buddy, I have a vibrator upstairs that will at least hold me over for now. "Have fun at your meeting." I shrug, starting for the stairs. He let me make up into my bedroom, I was still topless, holding my shirt and my pants against my chest before dumping them into a clothes basket.
"You're good." He admits, spinning me around to face him. I couldn't hide the smirk on my face, which only egged him on more. He basically threw me down onto the bed, pulling my panties back down my legs and tossing them over his shoulder. He pull my feet so that I'm at the very edge of the bed before easily thrusting himself into me once more. While I had one leg wrapped around his waist, my other was straight up and and was holding it to his chest, biting on the calf every once in a while. He used that leg as leverage to pump into me faster. I was literally a moaning mess, my hands clinging to my bed sheets. He slows down, his fingers massaging my thighs before he lets my leg go to lean down and press his lips to mine. He looks in my eyes.
"I love you." I say softly. There, I said it. Out loud. For him to hear it. My own hands wander his biceps before my nails dig into his shoulders, making him growl into my neck before he pulled back to look at me again.
"I love you too, and had I met you, I would have fallen in love with you regardless of if it were supposed to happen or not." He assures me. I bite my bottom lip, he's still thrusting into me at a steady pace and angling his hips just right so he rubs my clit with each thrust. "Please don't think those kinds of things anymore." He adds. I only nod. He slams into me hard, making me yelp and pushing us up the bed a few inches. "Promise it." He smirks before repeating the assault.
"I promise." I basically moan. I was right on the edge, and I knew he had to be too because his thrusting had become erratic and nonrhythmic. "Fuck... Finn!" I wrap both arms around his neck, holding him close to me as my walls pulsed around his length. He'd grunted himself, he was cumming with me, his length throbbing against my own orgasm. He holds himself on his elbows for another minute or so, catching his breath and littering my shoulder and neck with his soft, gentle kisses. "We need to figure something out." I tell him when he collapses on the bed next to me. He looks over at me, "We have too many secrets from each other. We need to come to some kind of fucking agreement. I need you just as much as you need me." I finally admit.
"We're going to figure it out." He assures me, pulling my body against him with a muscled arm.