"I didn't expect you for five more minutes, are you really that hungry?" She greeted me with a cheeky smile as I walked through the door. Bella was standing in the kitchen with her usual mug of tea in hand. The scent of lasagna wafting through the air.
It smelled heavenly. And I was not just talking about the lasagna, I was in her home.
That smell that was unique in every house was warm, inviting and comforting in hers. It made me relax immediately and I wanted to stay there forever. It was a thought that both scared and reassured me at the same time. I went to her, put down her tea mug and gave her a smacking kiss. After a long moment I let her go slightly, still gripping her waist.
"You said lasagna." I took her hand and played with her fingers. "I wanted to hear about Charlie's reaction," I leaned close to her, practically nuzzling her neck. "-and I might have missed you, only a tiny bit." I could feel her repressed shudder at my words and action and felt a bit proud. I could get a reaction out of this proud, stubborn and beautiful creature. Amazing.
She intertwined my hand with hers and led me towards her small kitchen table.
"Well then, let's eat and I'll tell you all about it." She looked over her shoulder at me wearing a mischievous smile. Making me involuntary smile back.
"Should that smile make me nervous?" I raised an eyebrow. She smiled sweetly.
"No. Yes. Perhaps. Maybe?" I growled at her as she put the food on the table.
"Not helping Beautiful." She gave out a tinkering laugh as I pulled out the chair for her to sit down in.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. You're cute when you get flustered. But no, it's fine, my father is fine." She took my hand and rubbed her thumb over it reassuringly.
"Are you sure? I mean completely sure? You are his only daughter after all." The reason I asked at all was because Charles Swan was a scary man. Genuinely scary.
I have seen that man plan assassinations. Ruthless, bloody assassinations. He has one of the most extensive gun collections I have ever seen. He has an explosive temper, it's tightly controlled, but when it blows, it's violent. The man is also incredible well trained in close combat. And I thought it was a smart move to date his beloved only daughter.
I'm an idiot.
She only laughed my fears away.
"I'm completely sure, after the usual 'If he hurts you'-speech he was happy for me, well almost happy for me." She rolled her eyes. I gulped. I had to ask.
"So nothing worse happened? He didn't threaten to castrate me? Or at least kill me?" She rolled her eyes again at my doubtful tone and way of prioritizing.
"No, but then I did remind him that if the situation arise I could handle both me and you." She raised her eyebrows as to dare me to questions her skills. I was not going to. There was a vicious creature living inside my beauty. Instead I kissed her palm.
"No, I don't doubt that."
"I promise you, you don't have to worry about dad. So, let's eat?" I nodded in answer.
"Let's." And with a final kiss to her palm I released her hand.
Roughly an hour later we were sprawled on her couch, my jacket being slung over the back of it and with my sleeves rolled up to my elbow. I sat with my back against the high armrest with Bella sitting between my legs, lazily tracing patterns on my forearm and occasionally nuzzling my neck. The TV was switched on, creating a low background noise. I was happy. This women made me happy. Content.
She had turned my life around in a matter of weeks. Two months ago at this time I would be pacing my office, plotting to reveal snitches and undercover spies. Giving strict orders to newbies and ward off my mother's worried questions about my life. I would shrug her off and continue to pace. At night, meet an easy fuck to take to bed. And close the circle by starting all over again.
Now? She was all I needed, all I wanted. I nuzzled her hair, hiding my smile. She was my life now.
"Isn't this crazy?" Her soft voice broke my reverie.
"What is?"
"The fact that we can sit here in silence and just be. The fact that we don't have to pretend? Well I don't at least, I don't have a clue to what you're doing over there." I could see her playful smile.
"Oh, really? 'Over there' am I? I can fix that." I dragged her closer, tightening my grip on her stomach and when she was as close as humanly possible, I held that grip, making her slightly breathless.
"Truce! Truce god dammit!" She squirmed and laughed, trying to get away from my loosened grip. After settling down again she quieted. I could feel the mood changing and her wheels turning. I leaned close to her ear and whispered.
"What are you thinking beautiful?" She seemed hesitant, I didn't like that.
"I... I just..."
"Tell me?" I kissed her hair. She started playing with my fingers again, something that I realized was her sure telltale sign when she was nervous or hesitant.
"Do you feel a kind of satisfaction when you kill someone? Because I... I do. I mean it's almost a hunt. You plan meticulously, you track the target, you find it, lure it into the trap and close it. I can feel the satisfaction and pride fill my body when I see the life draining from another human being. Satisfaction that with every poison drop, every punch or every knife stroke I have the power to take life away. And then as if I flipped a switch I remember that I've killed another person! One with just as much memories and feelings as I, maybe more corrupt ones, but fuck I'm an trained assassin so it's doubtful and it is memories non the less. A person with family or friends. Because people does not not affect people! That's not how it works! Then I flip the switch again and they are back to being only a target."
Bella had started gesticulating and her chest was heaving from fast breaths, she was genuinely upset.
"And?" I asked, sensing that she wasn't finished. I caressed her arm, hoping to calm her down. It worked, she took a deep breath and turned to face me.
"That can't be normal can it? I mean there have to be something wrong with me? Doesn't it?" She pleaded as if I could tell her the answers to her questions.
"I don't know." I answered truthfully. She seemed crestfallen. I caressed her cheek.
"But what I do know is that it shows a level of compassion that you wouldn't normally expect. It shows control and inner thought. It's something that stops and separates you from complete maniacs. And I do know that you are completely perfect in my eyes." I quickly pecked her lips to reassure her. She released a breath and smiled gratefully.
"Thank you."
"If it helps, I feel the same." At my pause she looked at me questioningly.
"The satisfaction. I feel powerful when I've killed, I feel like nothing can stop me." At that she smiled, trying to lighten the heavy mood.
"So we are equally wrong and messed up, its that what you're saying?" I shook my head at her statement and leaned down, hovering over her lips.
"No, I think we are completely right for each other." I closed the distance.
The kiss quickly turned electric. The feeling of her soft lips against mine, hungry, searching. Her hands traveling along my arms, landing on my chest, clutching my shirt. I bit her lower lip, encouraging her to open her mouth and to deepen our kiss. Making her moan and tangling our eager tongues together. We stopped the heated exchange to breath heavily and I looked into her eyes. Lust. I saw desire so strong that it nearly floored me.
She continued by nipping down my jaw and neck, her deft fingers opening one button at the time while her mouth followed. Enticing me. I, in turn, lifted her up so she had her legs on either side of me, straddling me. I grabbed her ass and pulled her close. By now my chest was bare and Bella was placing open mouthed kisses all over it while gyrating on my lap, making me growl and attack her own shirt. I needed skin to skin contact. She had kissed her way up my neck when my patience ended for the top covering her, I stopped trying to remove it gently and ripped the thin fabric from her while sucking on her neck.
The only reaction I got from her was a amused and breathless "I liked that shirt." I grunted back at her.
"I'll buy you a new one." I palmed one of her luscious breasts while coaxing one of her bra straps down with my teeth. She stopped her ministrations, kissing me long and hard. when she released me she pantingly told me:
"Good. Now, bed." And the preceded to climb off of me. I was not having that. Working on the other bra strap I pulled her close, positioned her legs around me and once again gripped her ass. I then stood up from the couch, lifting her up with me. She released a little squeak.
"A bit of warning next time thank you." She said while biting my earlobe. I gripped her ass tighter in response.
"Next time huh?" She slapped me at that.
"Stairs. Bedroom. Now."
"Your wish is my command." I leered at her, waggling my eyebrows.
"It better be." Minx.
I finally reached the top of the stairs when I felt her petite hand move down, palming what was now my very hard cock. I let out a grunt and propped her up against the nearest wall, grinding into her, making both of us moan. I held her up with one hand. The other one firmly held her jaw, intensifying the kiss. I moved downwards, lightly pinching the still bra clad nipple and moved across her toned stomach to the top button of her shorts. I unbuttoned it, slipped my hand inside the tempting shorts, caressing her center and feeling her warmth and wetness. Making her arch into me. She released a low keening sound.
"The... Door, behind... You." She panted between labored breaths. I slipped my hand away, returning to fondling her gorgeous ass and opened said door.
The opened door revealed a dark room featuring a huge bed made of dark oak, complete with bedposts and a blue drapery. When she noticed I paused she looked up at me. I raised an eyebrow at her. She looked at the bed and back at me.
"Oh shut up, I like to sleep comfortably." She licked along the tattoo that wrapped around my shoulder and raked her nails down my back, making me shudder.
"Now, bed." I went to it in the relevant dark and was to focused on her ministrations to hear her say:
"Oh, but it is a bit low, so duck..."
Smack!
"To avoid the bed frame... Shit." I hit my head on the frame and released Bella, leaving her to bounce on the bed as I clutched my head.
"Fuck!" I sat down on the bed.
"Let me see." Bella scrambled to find the light switch and lighted up the room, increasing my blossoming head ache.
"Gaah! Give a man a warning next time yeah?" She stood in front of me. Removing my hands from my head and replacing them with her own to get a better look. She touched a sore spot.
"Shit, that fucking hurts!" She jumped back.
"Sorry! Scooch over." She slowly pushed me further into the bed, before straddling my knees, she then tilted my head back- searching and prodding my sore head gently. Her fingers were running through my hair, making the headache feel nonexistent.
"Nurse, is it deadly?" I smiled up at her. She laughed back.
"I think you'll survive, it's only a bump. But just in case of extreme hurt." She started to press soft fluttering kisses along the blossoming bump, continuing down to my forehead, my cheekbones, my jaw and down my neck. Her openmouthed kissing, wet tongue and soft nibbles made me swallow slowly and then I gently separated her from me and took in the creature before me. Her bra still being halfway off, the top button of her shorts unbuttoned, her hair deliciously mussed and with red, swollen lips. I could imagine myself in similar state, sitting down in only my dress pants. I was awed. She smiled at me curiously and looked at me, the question clear in her eyes.
"I just... I can't believe this is actually happening." I pointed between us, shaking my head and she shook her head as well when I hugged her to me.
"I know what you mean, it feels unreal." I grinned up at her as she kissed the bump on the side of my head again, smoothing my (what I assumed was wild) hair down in the process. I leaned back and put my hands on her thighs, slowly sliding them up over her ass and onto her back, where I started moving my thumbs in small circles. Drawing a low mewling sound from her. I looked up at her.
"Hi." Her eyes perused my face, glittering in the now soft light.
"Hello yourself." I smiled and started stroking her sides.
"I... I..." Bella ducked her head, looking shy and hesitant, Bella never looked shy or hesitant.
"What? Tell me, mi Tesoro." She looked up at me, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Stay." She caressed my cheek, making me lean into her hand.
"I wasn't planning to leave you in the first place amore." She got a gleam in her eyes.
"Good." She kissed me again, making me forget anything but her and four words blinking in my head.
I'm never leaving you.
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