“And in there?”
“Nothing but a closet and another bathroom,” he said in a nonchalant tone and as I walked away towards it, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him.
“I don’t think I am finished showing you my bed yet.” Then he leaned down to kiss me, doing so in a way that I knew would soon land me in this bed. But then he started to move from my lips, and I couldn’t help but ask,
“Does it rock?”
“Only when it needs to,” was his reply whispered against my jawline, his flaxen stubble brushing roughly against my skin. The bed was at his waist height which meant that instead of me trying to figure out a way to get into it, he was one step ahead of me. As he just framed my waist and lifted me onto the thick mattress, so I was now sitting on it, with my legs dangling over the edge.
I was surprised that the bed barely moved, well that was until Lucius placed his hands either side of my hips and leant all his body weight towards me, making the bed shift from the strength of him. This was when I giggled nervously, which was ridiculous considering how many times we’d had sex now.
But then I felt my bladder scream at me and thought it best to use the facilities before we started getting into it. So, just as he was moving back up my jaw to claim my lips again, I quickly said,
“I need to use the little scholars room.” He groaned in annoyance making me chuckle and said,
“Very well, but may I suggest using the one down on the main level.” I jumped off the bed with a swing of my legs once he gave me room and told him,
“Nah, it’s okay I will just…” I was saying this but stopped when Lucius grabbed my hand, stopping me from going further and said more seriously this time,
“Use the other one, Amelia.” I frowned up at him, knowing that he was hiding something from me, which I didn’t like…as in, at all. Which was why I nodded and pretended to walk back through the door we had just entered, only at the last second, I bolted for the closet door, running through it before he could stop me.
“Amelia!”
The room was bigger than what a normal person would have considered ‘just a closet’ as it was bigger than my whole flat back home. And well, speaking of flat, I took one look at the now empty side of the closet space and then again to the floor. A floor that was half consumed by boxes labeled with only one name…
Amelia.
I then looked back to Lucius with accusing eyes as there was only one question left to ask him,
“Why is all my personal stuff here?” He released a heavy sigh as if he knew what was coming next and replied sternly,
“Because I ordered it to be here.” An answer that was swiftly followed by an astonished,
“But why”
His reply this time was most definitely one for concern…
“Because I moved you in.”
Chapter 19
Moving In
“You did what?!” I shouted this time, making him fold his arms and grant me a look.
“Oh no, you don’t get to act like the injured party here and be all, I am macho man, you little woman will do as I command, shit!” I snapped, whilst mimicking his bad ass stance and making his lips twitch.
“Amelia.”
“You don’t get to do that either!” I added when he said my name in that soft, reprimanding tone. He released a sigh and took me in his arms, now going for a totally different tactic. I decided not to make this easy for him and started squirming in his hold.
“Come now, be still for me,” he cooed making me scowl back up at him as with my arms trapped by my sides, pulling his ears just wasn’t an option!
“How about you hear me out and then decide…yes?” I rolled my eyes and said,
“Fine.!” He didn’t comment on my behaviour, but his look said it all… annoyingly, he was finding it adorable. So, I let him pull me back into the bedroom and even pick me up to put me back on the bed, so I was once again opposite him. However, this time swapping the end of the bed for the side of it. And I knew when he didn’t join me that he was going to use his size to intimidate me in some way. I just needed to wait for it, knowing it wasn’t long in coming.
“It was no longer safe, and as your flat had been compromised once before I thought it best to get your personal stuff packed before it could once again get damaged,” he said making me resist the urge to roll my eyes and instead made my feelings known in another way,
“And naturally you had it sent here,” I said dryly, now crossing my arms over my chest after first pushing up my glasses.
“I think you can guess that Transfusion was no longer an option,” he stated and I snorted in an unladylike fashion and muttered,
“Conveniently.”
“Hardly,” he responded and yeah, so I knew he was right but still, I felt like he was just using this as an excuse to get what he wanted.
“You could have arranged for it to be put in storage…in England!” I said, adding this last part in a tone that was trying to make my point.
“And why the fuck would I do that?!” he snapped, dismissing said point.
“Okay, so I guess it’s time to let the worms out then, yeah?” I said making him now cross his own arms across his chest and Gods, when he did it, I had to force myself not to look at his gorgeous body. Bloody Hell, but those arms… was it hot in here or just me?
“Open that can all you want, Amelia, but I am telling you now, if you think this conversation will end with me agreeing to send your shit back to a fucking storage unit in England then I would save your breath for something more productive.”
“Ha, like what?!” I yelled, making him uncross his arms and get in real close like he usually did when he had a point to make.
“Like for when I ravish that talented mouth of yours.”
Well, okay then.
Seriously, can a person’s libido actually fan itself?
“I see my girl likes that idea,” he said leaning in further and like he did before, placing his fists either side of me, caging me to the bed.
“Wait, we aren’t…”
“Oh yes we fucking are,” he growled before kissing me and when he did, he did it hot and heavy.
I was then being dragged up the bed with his arm curled around my back, and once he had me there, he lowered down over me, holding himself just slightly above so as not to crush me. Then I felt his hand trail down my thigh before lifting it so my leg was being hooked over his very, very, fine ass. After this he started kissing his way down my neck, yanking my T shirt to one side to give him better access to my bare skin.
“Lucius, we need…”
“I know what you need, sweetheart,” Lucius replied and when pressing his hips into me I could feel the hard length that was obvious as to what he needed also.
Needless to say, two things happened after this.
The first being Lucius gave us what we both needed and the second was a discovery. As he was right,
The bed only moved when it needed to.
About an hour or so later after Lucius had exhausted me to the point I could barely lift my head up from his chest, one I was now making circles around with my fingertips, currently focusing on around his nipple.
“And if I tell you we still need to talk about me moving in, will that translate to you as round two?” I asked only half joking.
“Technically, I think you find it will be round three, as I took you twice,” was Lucius’ cocky reply, making me smile. We were both naked, and in his bed, which wasn’t exactly a surprise. We were also entwined together with me held to him with his right arm curled around my back resting at my shoulder. This ended up with my body plastered to his side and my leg bent, resting against his thigh. His left hand was at my hip, making the leather groan slightly every time he squeezed.
“Lucius.” This time I said his name in that telling way and he released a sigh and said,
“Alright, here it is Amelia. I want you to move in with me, it is where you belong…”
“But…” his hand left
my shoulder and covered my mouth quickly before he said,
“Please, let me finish.” I nodded letting him know that I would, making his hand go back to holding me to him.
“I also know that you have your concerns, and I understand that this may be going too fast for you, which is why I am willing to compromise here.”
“That’s good of you.” I replied with dry humor making him this time pinch my nipple and as I shrieked, he said,
“Are you going to behave, Pet?”
“Okay, okay!” I shouted and once satisfied he let go and went back to explaining making me now rub the sore spot.
“Now, if you decide things need to change after a time, then we will discuss our options, as having your stuff here doesn’t mean they can’t move again if we decide they need to. But whilst the threat is still out there, then it makes sense for their relocation and really, what is the harm with you feeling more comfortable here?” he asked, sounding remarkably sensible about the whole thing.
“Okay, so put like that, then yeah, maybe it kind of makes sense,” I admitted as really, he annoyingly made a compelling case. But then he smirked as if he had just won a victory making me quickly add,
“But it’s not permanent! It’s only for now…okay?” At this he nodded in that condescending way that made me smack his stomach and say,
“Stop it!”
“Stop what?” he enquired with fake innocence.
“Stop looking so damn cocky like you just won something or are thinking, ‘yeah right, my girlfriend’s words mean shit’ that type of stop it!” I snapped making him laugh so I smacked his stomach again.
“Oww,” he moaned, feigning pain and rubbing his hard abs. But soon was laughing again in the hilarity of his pretense.
“Baby,” I muttered and rolled my eyes, pausing the second I realised my mistake and I knew it when his eyes narrowed at me in a stalker playful way.
“Did you just…?”
“NO! No, I didn’t and besides, even if I did, if you want me to unpack, then you are definitely letting this one go,” I said making him laugh and he pulled me to him for a kiss, before agreeing,
“I’ll let this one go.”
And my cheeky reply…
“Good call, Captain.”
Shortly after this, we both showered and dressed, after first fooling around in the shower. A time which ended with me on my knees recreating a not so distant memory. Needless to say, Lucius ended up having to once again fix the tiles in that bathroom too.
We were now walking down into the living space after I had asked if there was anything planned for the evening that I needed to know about. Lucius had told me sweetly that he wanted to give me time to settle.
Which meant that I was just in the middle of convincing him that the whole settling in process would go a lot smoother with a movie night and eating junk food in front of the TV. To which he would have replied with something equally as compelling, had his phone not decided to ring in that exact moment. Or should I say, had a certain person not decided to ring him in that exact moment.
“Speak,” Lucius demanded in his ‘I am King, bow down to me now’ kind of way. Now, I should point out that I was fortunate enough to be curled to his side with his arm around me and resting at the curve of my waist. This then meant that I could hear the whole conversation.
“We have a situation, boss.” I was sure this was Clay on the other end who said this.
“Elaborate,” Lucius said and I cleared my throat a second and made a motion with my head that I would leave him to it. However, he shook his head and held me tighter to make his point.
He wanted me to stay.
“Sometime today, Clay, for I think I made it clear I was not to be disturbed, which leaves me one of two options, either I am pissed at you or pissed at the other person who caused this…so which is it?”
“It ain’t at me,” Clay answered quickly.
“Clay.” Lucius said his name in warning.
“Let’s just say you’re not the only pissed off party here and unfortunately I am the fucking go between.” His head of security replied making me frown at the way it was worded. It was as if there was something he was holding back because he knew I was there. I knew I had guessed right when Lucius looked down at me and said,
“Right… well, it looks like he found his limit on waiting. I will be there shortly.”
“Sire.” This was Clay’s way of goodbye before hanging up the phone. Lucius stood before slipping his phone into his jeans’ back pocket, and it had become obvious quite quickly that, unlike my first thoughts of Lucius, he was more a fan of casual attire than the suits I first believed him to prefer. But then again, before stepping foot inside Transfusion the second time, I had mainly only ever seen him wearing a suit.
“I guess being King never stops,” I said in a lighthearted way making him give me a warm look.
“Having you here in my home, then it makes me wish that it did,” he said before pulling me up and raising my face by the chin to kiss me and this time it was as sweet and tender as the look he gave me.
“It’s alright, I will just see you tonight and hey, if you play your cards right, I may even let you pick the movie,” I said waggling my eyebrows at him, making him grin.
“I thought I’d already played my cards right…twice.” This comment naturally ended up with us kissing again and when I heard Lucius’ phone beep, he growled low and said,
“Next place I buy will be on a fucking island with no fucking reception!”
“Well, who knows, I may just have the gold bikini and chain by then,” I said winking and making him groan before grabbing me to him so he could mutter against my forehead,
“That doesn’t motivate me to leave, Pet.” I chuckled and said,
“You can always stick around and watch me shave my legs if you want?” I asked making him laugh.
“Oh, but I think you have a lot more to do than that,” he replied making me still in his hold. Because now my internal panic consisted of images that included me sat up in bed with my legs spread and knocking down a safety visor, saying, ‘Ladies, I am going in’ before going at my private parts with a weed wacker / hedge trimmer! I mean jeez, just how much hair can a girl grow down there in the space of a few days…So, knowing my luck, consuming his blood acts like some sort of miracle grow, making me wish I had read the small print!
Of course, I didn’t express these thoughts in quite that way. Instead going with the tamer version of that question.
“Erm…you mean like my pits?” Again, this made him throw his head back and laugh harder this time, before telling me why,
“I was referring to unpacking, sweetheart.” Okay so big phew on that one!
“Oh that, oh well that won’t take me long, I mean it’s only a bag of clothes and…wait, why are you scowling now?” I asked because, well, he was.
“Because I told you to unpack, Amelia, not just hang up a few fucking clothes.”
“That is unpacking, Lucius,” I said with a shake of my confused head.
“No, it’s not, that is staying for a few days, a week at best. That is not unpacking,” he said emphasising his words with an impatient growl.
“You can’t be serious?”
“Do I look like I am fucking joking?” he asked crossing his arms yet again, making me refrain from muttering, ‘oh, here we go again’.
“So, you’re saying you want me to actually unpack all my stuff, as in …here?” I said looking around the super stylish place and trying to imagine how I was possibly going to mix the two. Lucius however took this statement completely the wrong way and looked as though I’d just slapped him. He even jerked back before growling,
“And what the fuck does that mean?!” Yep, totally the wrong way, so I told him,
“Lucius, you live in a cave.”
“And?” he snapped getting more pissed off by the second, so I thought it wise to make my point and make it quickly before he got even more of the wrong
idea than he already was doing.
“And it is a very cool cave. An awesome, stylish cave,” I said making him now frown at me, not in a scowly way, but more in a questioning way. I was calling this progress.
“I am not following.”
“Lucius, come on, you have seen where I lived, you have seen my stuff…and well, as much as I may think my stuff is cool, in a place like this…so not cool.” Lucius looked as though he was giving this some thought and then said,
“So, what you’re saying is that you won’t unpack because my cave is too cool for you, am I correct?”
“It’s not exactly Twickenham, Lucius,” I said thinking this would make my point. Which it didn’t, as in so not. No, instead it simply became a challenge he set me. I knew this when he said,
“Then make it so.”
“What do you mean?” I asked confused and thankfully resisted the urge to call him Picard.
“You want it like home, then make it like home,” he stated.
“Lucius, you don’t mean…” This is when he stopped me, and he did this by walking me backwards until the back of my legs hit the couch and I had nowhere to go but backwards. I fell back on my ass into the seat with little choice but to stay there. Especially when he placed a hand either side of my head on the back rest before lowering his face to mine.
Then he said in a serious tone,
“Make it home.”
“Eh…?” He narrowed his eyes and said, more forcefully this time,
“Make. It. Home.” This time I visibly gulped at this and nodded quickly. This I could tell made him happy as he grinned and kissed me lightly on the forehead before telling me,
“Good girl.” Then his presence was done dominating my personal space, giving me room to take a breath.
“Now, I would ask you to remain only in this personal space and not to leave it, for without me you may get lost, for you don’t yet know…”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry handsome, I have no urge to go getting my ass lost in the middle of Mount Doom.” Oops, probably shouldn’t have called it that, not seeing as he was obviously touchy about his home and well, trying to force me into making it my home too.
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