Disclaimer: I am just reminding you of the M rated status of this story.
For the K rated version of this, Leah takes a bath.
38 - Forgiveness
Waking up to a cloudless blue sky would make most people happy but today it only made me angry. Scowling at the bright rays of sunshine as I rolled away from the large windows in my bedroom my only consolation were the large clouds looming in the western sky, soon they would cover the brilliant sunbeams. My mind and body were working in slow motion since I had spent most of the night berating myself instead of sleeping. I felt about one hundred years old today, as I threw off the blankets and got out of the bed.
While trudging towards the bathroom it occurred to me that I had not pulled the covers over myself last night. If I inhaled deeply I could still smell the faint scent of citrus and sage - it seemed that even when he was pissed off at me Phil still tried to make sure I was taken care of. The gesture made me feel like I was an even bigger bitch, I seriously needed to stop and think things through before jumping to conclusions.
If someone had pinned me down I would not have been able to tell them what I did at work. I was on autopilot throughout the night, my fake smile pasted on my face the entire time - it was a miracle that I got the orders right. Come to think of it maybe the orders were messed up but I was too distracted to notice that my customers were upset. That night I came home to an empty house, it was somewhat of a relief not having to face Phil - at least not until I came up with a good enough apology. I headed for the bathroom to take a shower, hoping it would help get rid of the knots in my muscles. There was no way in hell I was going to get rid of the nervous knots in my stomach, at least not until Phil and I were ok again.
The large bathroom attached to my sitting room smelled of cleaning products, the water stains I had left on the bathroom mirror had been cleared. I had forgotten it was Monday which meant the cleaning crew had come through the house. Tam was right about the consequences of staying on the island too long, things get confusing when you have to get back in the human world.
Instead of starting the shower I spent a minute trying to remember everything I had to do on this planet, maybe I should write it down or better yet have the AI Aurora remember it for me. My thoughts regarding car insurance bills were interrupted by the sound of clicking heels coming up the stairs. The small tinkling bells gave away the owner of the stilettos, what the heck was Sassy doing here?
"Anyone home?" I heard her voice call from the door to my suite.
Confused I turned around to greet her, she was in her usual dark slacks and button up shirt. For a moment I wondered if she actually owned a pair of jeans but then I remembered she was wearing some the first time she found me and Jenny hiding out in that cave.
What baffled me more than her appearance was the bag she was holding up in her hand. It looked like a small gift bag, the kind with the name of the high end store emblazoned across it in gold and silver. The name was not one I recognized, but then I was not an expert on stores. Alice Cullen would have been able to tell me what it was.
"Here you go this should help," Sassy told me as soon as she saw me.
"What is it?" I asked while accepting the bag. There was some delicate tissue hiding the contents.
"It is relatively self-explanatory," Sassy told me with a small smile. "You are a smart girl I am sure you will figure it out."
"Wait a minute, is everything all right with Seth?" I was starting to panic a little. I placed my bag to a side table, prepared to defend my brother with my fists if necessary.
"Do you think if Seth was in trouble I would be bringing you gifts?" Sassy had this thing where she could make you feel foolish by simply raising one eyebrow. It was much funnier when it was directed at the boys of my pack. "Kendrick spoke of a small miscommunication between you and Phil, this is to help you bridge that gap a little."
I suddenly became suspicious of the contents of the bag, and quickly reached over to investigate its contents.
"The rose oil is to make your skin fragrant and soft, you put it in your bath water. As a friendly warning it would be best not to become too attached to the outfit. Chances are it will not last the night."
I knew what lingerie was but it became instantly obvious that this was not the stuff you picked up at the local store. Knowing the family it was the really expensive, she had probably jumped to France or somewhere equally insane to obtain the frilly pieces of lace. The top was not that bad, it was a light pink halter top babydoll that was embroidered with roses. There were matching skimpy little panties, for a second I was confused by the second pair of panties when I realized it was a garter belt. The cream colored stockings had matching roses at the top. I guess roses were the theme for this gift, my red face must have seriously clashed with all the pink.
"I can't wear this..." I tried to stammer. "I mean he has seen me naked and all.." there was no way to continue that sentence.
"I never understood this American taboo on sex," Sassy told me with a heavy sigh. I was about to protest and bring up my vast sexual experience when she stopped me with that eyebrow again. It would be amusing to see what would happen if someone pranked her and shaved off her eyebrows. "Repeat after me: I am woman, hear me roar... but I guess in you case it would be howl."
"I can't go after Phil for sex, he won't even talk to me right now," I told her with a whine.
Sassy gave me a smug smile, "if you will wear that Phil will do anything you want... talk...or other things. Have a goodnight." With a click of heels and a tinkling of bells I was left staring at the outfit.
I took the outfit and placed it on the bed, it was pretty but it would be impossible for me to wear it. Laying across the small chair I picked up the bottle of rose oil and took off the cork. The musky scent of roses permeated the air, I might not take her advice on the outfit but a bath sounded divine.
Nothing to make a girl feel better than a long hot bath and a good cry. I would find a way to explain to Phil how in the world I thought him capable of abandoning me in my time of need.
Having washed my hair this morning I found a clip to pin it to the top of my hair while the bathtub was filling up. Soon the scent of roses permeated the air, it was pleasant but no overwhelming. Sinking into the warm water made most of the tension in my muscles melt away but it did nothing for the knot in my stomach.
"Sorry for thinking you are an asshole..." I practiced out loud. No that sounded stupid, there had to be a better way to put this.
"I am a total bitch, but it is Sam's..." no I needed to let go of that part of my life if I was going to move on. Tears popped into my eyes as I though about how much that breakup was still influencing my current relationship.
Felling suddenly tired I leaned back against the tub trying to find out the perfect way to apologize. I was submerged up to my head in the warm and toasty water when the door to the bathroom opened. The rush of air that accompanied the closing of the door brought with it the scent of citrus and sage. I quickly closed my eyes, not wanting him to see my tears.
The funny little heartbeat came closer to me but I kept my eyes closed, I was not ready for him yet. I had not thought of the perfect apology yet, the one that would make him forgive me.
"Move forward a little bit," I heard Phil's rumbly voice right in my ear.
"I don't think I invited you," I tried to make it out like a complaint, but we both could hear the relief in my tone that he sounded amused and not upset. Needless to say I complied with his request.
"You are looking a little tired, I would not want you to fall asleep and drown. Your safety is my number one concern." He told me quietly as he entered the water and sat down behind me before pulling my back flush against his naked chest.
I leaned back in relief, "I am sorry, I did not mean to call you an asshole." My imperfect apology would have to do.
"I know how you feel about the events of last summer, and on a logical level I do understand why you react a certain way." He paused for a sigh, "but Leah, you immediately assume I was deliberately hurting you? The first thing that comes to your mind about me is that I would be willing to stand by while you are in pain?"
"I know, if it help I realized the truth even before you explained it to me. You have been nothing but nice to me since the moment we met. I mean you put up with my mood swings and bitchiness for months." I bowed my head in remorse, damn Sam and the stupid imprinting thing. I was trying to think of a way to explain to Phil why I had said the hurtful words without bringing up the topic of Sam.
There was a small touch on the inside of my thigh, at first it was so delicate I thought that it was accidental. But then Phil made another sweep with his fingers, from my knees almost to the junction between my thighs and back down to my knees again.
All of a sudden I was not quite so tired or worried about apologizing. I shifted a little bit trying to open up my legs to give him access to the place I really needed for him to touch - but the tease would not take the hint. I had played these games with him for a few months, I was not going to say I was the expert but I had passed the novice stage a while back. I shifted a little more, pretending to try to get comfortable when in reality I was trying to nestle the quickly growing erection into the crevice of my ass. I heard the small groan that escaped his mouth, and his heartbeat pick up - he had taught me really well how to build on the sexual tension. It had been a while since I had gone so long without being able to just grab Phil and drag his clothes off, and I needed my Phil fix now. Before the whole Seth fiasco I had contemplated doing just that but my mother might have said something if I did that during the bonfire. I was a pig, but I had a very very willing partner.
"Tell me Princess? Have you ever had make-up sex?" Phil murmured into my ear as his fingers continued their torture, never getting to the spot where I wanted him to touch me the most.
He started kissing his way down from behind my ear to my shoulder, his fingers on my thigh never breaking the rhythm. It took me a while to realize I was timing my breathing with his fingers - breathe in the fingers move up, breathe out when the fingers move down.
"Make-up sex?" my voice came out as a squeak as he lightly bit down on the skin on my neck. "I don't think I ever really did that?"
"Hmmmm, let me assure you it can be really fun." I twisted around to give him a smile but he did not give me the opportunity to reply. His lips touched mine delicately, once, twice before pressing more firmly against my lips. I opened my mouth and licked his lips, needing more than the superficial kiss he was giving me now. He tasted of mint and that one flavor I could not describe other than to say it was the unique to Phil. He kissed me for far too short a time before he pulled away and grabbed the bottle of shampoo sitting on the edge of the tub.
"All right it is time to give you a bath," the abrupt chance from sensual to practical confused me for a moment, "you don't just get to sit here and soak all night." I watched as he squeezed some shampoo onto his hand before putting the bottle down. The other hand was busy pulling my hair out of the messy bun at the top of my head. He slowly massaged the soap into my hair, his big hands covering my head almost completely. As much as I enjoyed sex with Phil at times being touched by him in a non-sexual way was better.
"You really have big hands," I told him with a purr as he started rubbing the shampoo in, his finger nails were lightly scrapping against my scalp. It felt so good I nearly slid all the way under the water. Phil continued his "bath" making sure each and everyone of my toes was clean before sucking each individual one into his mouth.
"All right I think my toes are as clean as they ever will be," I told him as he nibbled on my pinkie toe. He had turned me around so that we were facing each other, and had spent an inordinate amount of time making sure my legs were clean. The bastard never got to the fun parts. All of a sudden I got a good idea, he might not want to touch my fun parts yet but that did not mean I could not touch him. I tried to hide my smile as my other foot approached his crotch, sitting between his spread legs it did not take that much effort to locate my target.
I slowly slid my toes up and down his really hard dick, it was good to know this was going to lead somewhere eventually - now it was time to encourage him to move a little faster. I don't know why I did not just grab the guy and drag him to the nearest bed, couch or heck I probably could have just pushed his back and straddled him right here on in the bathtub - hmmmm, that might not be a bad plan. He was distracted enough by my rubbing foot to not notice when I pulled my other leg away.
I gave him a sexy smirk, for a second I was afraid I just looked stupid but from the dazed look in his eyes maybe it was the look I wanted to go for. Before he could change his mind I pounced at werewolf speed, there was a large splash and half the water escaped from the bathtub but I did not care. All I cared about was latching onto his mouth while I rubbed myself against him; I had missed him so much, and it had been less than forty eight hours since our fight.
"Princess...we are...not...done..." His words came out in small gasps as I kissed my way to his ears. Phil had very sensitive ears, I had pretty much hit the motherlode when I figured out that part, he was putty in my hands when I licked his ears. Phil grabbed my ass in both hands as he stood up in the bathtub, I wrapped my legs around him, not wanting to let go. I could feel his muscles contracting as he stepped out of the tub, I did not care where he was carrying me so long as we went together. I continued to lick his ears and was rewarded by rubbing his cock against my lips. I gasped as I felt cold tile against my back.
"What are you doing?" I asked as a spray of cold water hit us.
"Rinsing you off," he told me as he kissed his way down my chest, licking drops of water off the curve of my breast. I allowed my head to fall back against the cool tile as he nipped away at my side as he slowly kissed his way down my front. He paused at my belly button and swirled his tongue around the small indentation before plunging his tongue in - it should not have been that big of a deal, I mean it was just a belly button but it reminded me of how it felt when he pushed his talented tongue into other places.
After what seemed like an eternity of him molesting my belly button he finally moved lower. The water form the shower had gotten hot and was hitting me full on the chest before flowing down the front of my body, I should hot have been able to feel his hot breath on my lips but even with my eyes closed I could feel exactly when he approached my pussy. There was a tentative lick, which caused my knees to buckle, Phil seemed to anticipate this and pulled one of my legs over his shoulder as he pressed his mouth harder against me - not once did he take a break from the pattern, lick, lick, suck, nibble. I grabbed his head with my hands trying to encourage him to break the rhythm, all I needed was just a little harder or a little faster. I growled low in my throat as I realized he was not going to cooperate, he was determined to drive me insane keeping me right on the brink.
He pulled his mouth away, and I let out a gasp of protest, but that soon became a groan as he moved up my body. I could taste myself on his lips as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, he kissed me a few more minutes before he pulled away.
I let out a whimper as he pulled my legs away from his hips, "time to get dry, Princess." He rubbed me quickly in a towel before picking me up again and carrying me to my bed. I flopped back on the bed and pulled him on top of me so that we could continue the kiss.
"Come on, fuck me already." I said between kisses, I was trying to line him up so that I could take matters into my own hands.
It did not take him long to figure out what I wanted, he thrust into me almost immediately. It took me a moment to accommodate his size despite the fact that I had been more than prepared, but I did not worry about that too much. The quick pace he set pushed me over the edge almost instantly, I could not help but say his name over and over again. But he did not stop, instead he pulled both my legs around his waist, this allowed him to go even deeper. I was extra sensitive and swollen because of my recent orgasm, it did not take me too long to start feeling the build-up for my next orgasm. I hung onto Phil, he was my lifeline, he would always be there to take care of me just like I would always be there to watch his back. I was almost there again when he pulled his mouth away from me, I opened my eyes and looked up at him to ask what his problem was.
My eyes got caught in his pale green eyes, and I was unable to look away. His face looked absolutely furious, "who...loves...you?" He asked, punctuating each word with a thrust.
"You." I groaned out desperate to make him keep moving. A little faster, and deeper that is all I needed.
"Who... would ...do ...anything... for... you?" His words were low and serious, despite the fact that he continued to thrust even more slowly.
"You." I finally answered realizing he would not let me cum until I spoke.
"Who... will...always...be...by... your... side?" He had put a hand on my hips preventing me from increasing the pace.
"You... forever." I whispered not breaking eye contact. He seemed satisfied with my answer as he moved the hand that had been holding me down to the small nub between my legs, the slight friction combined with the increased pace put me over the edge. I screamed his name as I nearly passed out from the pleasure. I heard him whisper my name into my ear, I held him in my arms as he finished.
"Hey Phil, remind me to pick a fight with you more often." I told him with a sultry smile as he pulled away from me. It would have helped if I was not breathing so hard.
I heard him laugh, the full belied one that I could hear starting in the middle of his chest - and I was home again, just where I wanted to be.
It was not until the next morning that I realized something, maybe Sassy was right. Maybe next time we fight I should wear that little outfit and see how he reacts. Ormaybeyoucouldwearitandskipthewholefightingbit.Most of the time that voice in the back of my head annoyed the crap out of me, but every once in a while it had a brilliant suggestion.
A/N: I know that was a quick chapter but I have been slacking off and doing this instead of what I am supposed to do. Are there too many lemons? I know sometimes it can get a little boring of all they do is have sex.
Just a friendly warning it will probably be a while before the next update. I really need to work on other things, despite the fact that this is so much more fun.
Lette2001: Thanks for the review. Glad you like this Leah.
Jada91: Here is another update, thanks for feeding my review habit. :D
BlacknCallwaterfan: I am glad that you did not think that Phil was overreacting, but it seems he got over it. I had to put it in there that Seth was gay, because that was pretty much the only thing I could think of that would take his attention away from his mate.
Lamia-amo: There you go I updated soon :D.
Connect2tjb: Added the Sassy scene, I thought it was fun, did it add to the story?
Twilighter: Slow you roll, the only place Kendrick's story exists is in my notes and my head. I am sorry to disappoint you.
Jaime2772: Lol I know this thing about stupid job and responsibilities. Why can't I spend all my time reading and writing fanfic? No Phil did not cry when he made the phone call to Carlisle, he is much to manly to do that. Do you like how they worked out their problems? The pie was tasty of course, and so were the cupcakes. I seriously need to go on a diet but how can you when the holidays and lots of temptations are coming up? I wish I had Leah's metabolism, just for a few years while I gorge myself in cheesecake.
ABarbiestory: I guess Leah would still have some scars left over from the nasty breakup and it probably did not help that she had to share her thoughts with he ex for a while. I mean how sick would that be if you had to listen to him go on and on about how awesome his new girlfriend is. I would have had to do something drastic, like borrowed one of daddy's guns and shot him. You remember Phila's mate he is "Mr Harper"... he was in the chapter where Seth ran away from home for a while.