“And this vow you made, what did Amelia think of it?” I asked as now I was curious, especially as he grinned in amusement.
“She said that I should stick to buying wine and chocolates when I want to say thanks.” I scoffed a laugh and said,
“Of course she did.”
“She also tried to give it back, told me that we were even because I helped her carry some fucking big shelf down the stairs so she wouldn’t break her fucking neck,” he said shaking his head as if seeing it again for himself but as for me, I instantly saw red and this time it was no longer aimed at Caspian, but now at my human.
My very breakable human.
Which is why I hissed in a dangerous tone…
“Come again?”
Chapter 23
Now That’s A Date
The next time Amelia woke it was to the feel of me running my fingertips down her spine and up again following the line of her shoulders. I had long ago rid her of her torn bra and removed her glasses, placing them on the bedside table before I brought the covers around her so she wouldn’t catch a chill. For most of what I remembered about mortals was how breakable they were and how susceptible they were at catching illnesses. Now how the fucking cold air did such a thing I did not know, but never the less, I found myself caring enough to coin the phase, ‘just in case’.
But then, as I had been lying next to her sleeping form, one that had curled on its side with her back facing me, I had found that sheet travelling further and further down by the minute. Her skin was beautifully golden, and so perfectly soft that I knew being close to her and not touching her wasn’t ever going to happen. Every now and then she stirred in her sleep, and half of me wished to wake her and the other half knew she could do with the rest, although she would most likely wake up hungry.
In the end, I gave in to her needs and not my own, but caressing back her hair and softly commanding her to go back to sleep, only the last time I had done that she had mumbled,
“I would, but you stroking my back feels too good to sleep through.” I grinned at her back before kissing my way across her shoulder blade and giving her some of my weight as I leaned into her to brush back the hair from her neck to kiss. Her little breathy moan was all the gift I wanted, for I was already addicted to enticing these sweet sounds from her.
It was another reason that by the time I had left Caspian in my office to go and confront my troublesome little human, all I had needed to do was take one look at her and all anger fled me. Oh, I would still be reprimanding her about it, but right in that moment I had wanted nothing more than her body in my arms and my lips on her skin. Both of which won every time over starting a battle with her.
I was also beginning to understand that with Amelia, it was all about picking my times and using her weaknesses to my advantage in getting what I wanted. For example, if I had followed through with my hot headed plan of demanding her explanation to me why she would be so reckless, thus inviting potential bodily harm to herself, then she would have argued back, tried to make her point and no doubt get angry doing it.
However, now having her like this, nice and pliable in my hands and at the mercy of being naked and in my bed, then I knew my time for making my point was now. So, I suddenly flipped her over onto her back and pinned her arms above her, so she had no chance of squirming away from me.
“Err…hello there,” she said in that unsure, comical little way of hers, making me grin down at those wide, questioning blue eyes and in return I no doubt resembled the hungry predator I was, looming over her.
“Mmm, my beautiful, Amelia,” I hummed as I ran my nose up her jawline taking my time to breathe her in, closing my eyes as the strong scent of her hair filled my senses.
“I just adore this soft skin of yours, and these pretty blue eyes looking up at me…from many angles.” I said reminding her of earlier when she had been looking up at me from on her knees and seeing the expectant blush that ever so slightly warmed her skin because of it.
“This radiant yet shy smile…” I said running the pad of my thumb over the seam of her lips, lips that parted slightly, giving me the small glimpse of white from her perfectly straight teeth.
“All of these things, Amelia, and many more as to why you are utterly perfect for me, but do you know what isn’t perfect for me…um, pet?” I asked, still luring her in with my tone, one she was falling under, as the soft look upon her face told me so. One I soon robbed her of the second my hands tightened on her wrists and my tone changed to hard and unyielding, as though someone had flipped a switch,
“What isn’t perfect is for me to come back here and find the utter perfection I own in you, now a broken, dead and bloody mess at the bottom of the fucking cavern after being impaled on some fucking stalagmite!” I hissed in anger making her freeze in my hold. Then before she could get angry herself, she did a curious thing, she stretched her neck up so she could reach my face, one that was currently in her own, dominating her space. Then she ran her own nose along my rough stubble covered jaw and whispered in a soft soothing tone,
“Honey…I’m sorry.”
I had just been ready to continue my reprimanding when suddenly all my anger evaporated to dust just with three words spoken. I then found my hold on her loosened, just as my gaze softened to what she would class as tender. Then I gathered her up in my arms, buried my face in her neck and as I squeezed her tight, whispered,
“Don’t do it again.”
Her delicate hand reached up and started combing her fingers through my hair, scratching slightly at the scalp as she replied,
“Okay, handsome.”
This whole thing left me with only one thought lingering on my mind,
By the Gods, I was so fucked!
A short time later we found ourselves in the kitchen with me sat on the countertop, a beer in hand resting in between my parted legs and enjoying the show of Amelia cooking at the stove. I also had to be honest here, but if someone had ever painted this picture to me before labelling it one that would have featured in my future, then I would have punched them for the insult. As let’s face it, I was far from fucking mortal normality.
Yet here I was, watching my woman stirring a pot of chilli she had made, all because she had a craving for chilli topped fries with what looked like would soon be loaded with cheese. That was if the near overflowing grater on the plate was anything to go by.
“Okay, just so you know, my chilli fries are amazing.” I didn’t laugh, as I knew if I didn’t she would be curious enough to see what my reaction to this was and look my way. She may not have realised this, but this was something she did often. Which meant that I too found myself often holding back the reaction she wanted.
But this wasn’t just so she would turn and look at me. No, it was mainly down to how she would continue to try and make me laugh until she had accomplished her goal. Something that wasn’t too hard for her to achieve, as my girl was pretty fucking funny.
Unsurprisingly then, she looked back at me and said,
“Seriously, they will blow your mind.” I couldn’t stop my lips from twitching this time as I nodded and made an ‘mmm’ sound, which was all I would offer her now. This time she became more forceful, something that I will mention was a little difficult to take seriously when she was wearing what she was. After she had woken up I had given her time to shower and change, telling her I would be in the living space. The reason being was that I had taken her rough with my fingers and didn’t want to be tempted to do the same with my cock so soon in the shower, as that’s what would have happened. So, after grabbing a new t-shirt and smiling to myself as I fingered her used wet panties still in my back pocket, I left her to get herself ready.
This meant that it gave me time to see the full extent of her unpacking, grinning to myself when I did, for I knew what she was playing at. She had been on a mission to prove a point and thought that by displaying all of her stuff that I would take an aversion to this. Oh, how wrong she was! In fact, by the ti
me she emerged and joined me in the living space, I was currently staring down at the assortment of nail varnish that she had gone so far as to spread out on the table, after it had been in use.
She then asked in a knowing tone,
“Is something the matter?” No doubt expecting me now to express my displeasure. Which is why I looked down at her feet, saw the cute girly shade of pink she had used and said,
“Not at all, it looks good on you.” Then I went back to checking emails on my phone when I heard her huff. This was when I granted her my eyes and when I did, I did so laughing.
“What are you wearing?” I asked, still highly amused.
“My pyjamas, I thought they were fitting.” I smirked at her, seeing the black T shirt had a cartoon Vampire on the front with bat wings and the line underneath said, ‘Mornings Suck’. The pants were also black and were covered in bats and fangs in the same colour as the character on the front of her chest.
She looked fucking adorable.
And she continued looking fucking adorable, even when in the kitchen cooking and trying to convince me she had just made something only a pure genius would make.
“No, no, no, I can see you’re not taking me serious, Lucius,” she said with a shake of her head.
“Is that so?” I enquired with a knowing grin, because five, four, three, two and here it was…she was now coming at me with a large spoon in hand, cupping the other hand underneath in case any chilli dripped. Meaning that as soon as she was within reach, I removed her hand in case she got burned. Then just in that moment as she was looking up at me, over her steamy glasses, I found myself compelled to tell her that I loved her. A sentiment I never got chance to say as she stole the moment from me when she whispered secretively,
“We are talking the unicorn of chilli fries here.” At this I could no longer help myself, I threw my head back and roared with laughter.
“Alright then, pet, let’s have a taste.” Then I took hold of her wrist and guided the spoon to my lips, so I could see for myself if there was strength behind the claim. I had to admit, there most certainly was.
“So, come on, tell me…it’s great chilli isn’t it…? Now come on, don’t hold back,” she said acting dramatic by making cute little hand gestures and I moved my beer bottle to the side. Then after a little tug on the wrist I still held, I wrapped my legs around the upper part of her body, trapping her to me whilst holding her arm stretched out to the side. After I had her where I wanted her, I used my gloved hand to tip up her chin and I lowered my neck so I could only just touch her.
After this I whispered the words she wanted to hear but for me, they were words that meant far more than what she would believe,
“The best I ever had.”
Shortly after, we were sat at the dining table, eating our ‘out of this world, only in the land of unicorns would you find better’ (naturally her words) chilli fries and yes, cheese played a very big part in this. But as nice as her cooking was, even better for experiencing her make it, the conversation was better still.
Finally, I was able to ask her all the questions that over the years of watching her, I had been burning to know. This included everything from her upbringing, to her education, school days, etc. all the way up to working at the museum. Her love for her job was blindingly obvious, and after now getting her unpacked and soon settled, I knew it would be my biggest challenge yet.
Because I knew just from listening to her that Amelia would never be happy or contented just living her life sitting by my side. Or even, Gods, I cannot believe these words coming from my fucking mind, playing the little wife. She was too full of life and burning for knowledge. Waiting to experience the next item of history for her to study or one day in hopes of being the one to discover these things for herself.
It was, like most of Amelia’s many attributes, an endearing and admirable one. Which meant that I knew if I was to try and dampen that spirit of hers, even just to make it safe and have her be the Chosen One most convenient for me, then it would have been like caging an exotic bird in a dark room for only myself to see. When really the world would have been a loser as well as the bird, who clearly needed to soar to new heights and bask in the sun.
My firebird.
Amelia, in turn, asked very little of my own life, which I sometimes answered. But after steering the conversation back to her, she was a smart girl and got the hint pretty quickly. Because now wasn’t the time and I could chance slipping up and saying something that she could equate to the truth I hid. I knew it couldn’t be this way forever, but for right now, then it was the safest way to play it. Because she needed to trust me and only then, when I knew without a doubt she wouldn’t try to run from me, that I would start explaining my past.
As for the rest of the evening, it went as followed. Amelia decided that popcorn was to be our dessert, this along with enough candy to eat into a ship’s hull like acid. Or so it seemed. To say that my girl had a sweet tooth was a little too tame of a description, for I was thinking that buying a fucking company or buying shares in cane sugar was going to have to be in my future.
So, she popped the corn, the sound echoing in the vast space making her giggle and then the second she reached into the microwave drawer to pick up the steaming bag, that was when I had decided to take over that particular chore. She had laughed and shook her head as if I had done something other than potentially save her from first degree burns.
But then she was extremely clumsy and something I was only now understanding the full extent of, as she proved this fact when different coloured beans spilled over the floor when she opened the bag and, in her words, ‘wasn’t her fault as the bag had exploded on her’.
Then opening a bag of chips had ended up with half on the countertop, which her solution to this was to swipe an arm along so they fell back into the large bowl. Even her bottle of beer had nearly overflowed when reaching the living space. As I knew just from watching her that it had been shaken around too much. But Gods, she was utterly fascinating to watch. She was like a cute whirlwind of small destructions, as even the most basic of tasks didn’t make it to fruition without incident.
Amelia naturally didn’t let me pick the movie, which was a blessing, for one, I would have had no clue as to what to choose and secondly, it gave me something to tease her about. And seeing as I was counting my blessings, I could also add on the one where I got to witness her utter excitement when choosing her childhood favorite about some adventurer by the name of Jones.
“This one is the sequel, but you can watch them out of order and this one is my favorite as he has a sidekick in this one called Short Round, an 11-year-old Chinese kid,” she said explaining all this to me as she put the disk into the player, one from her own collection. Then she grabbed the remotes and came and sat back down, happily arranging the bowls on the table like a buffet to kill a diabetic, as the disk loaded.
“It’s called the Temple of Doom, and other than having spiders…”
“Temple of Doom…as in, Mount Doom?” I asked interrupting her and making her roll her lips inside her mouth, as she usually did when trying not to smile. This was before leaning all her weight into me and saying,
“Yes, but yours is so much prettier now.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her playfulness, as she had started walking her fingers up my stomach and chest. But then she came to my mouth and with speed I knew she couldn’t react in time to, I captured her fingers in my mouth, holding them there with my teeth.
“Oww,” she moaned making me grin around them before I let go, as was becoming our usual tease.
“Baby,” I whispered softly to which her new reply now was to whisper back,
“Bully.” Making me laugh again.
After this the movie started and soon had captured her attention, much to my irritation. However, I too soon got pulled into the story, and was somewhat enjoying it… other than when she had chosen to comment,
“Now why didn’t the helicopter have an inflatable dingy
I could have landed on?” This naturally made me growl and just before I could snap at her from cursing me with the memory again, she suddenly jumped at me, kissing me before I could open my mouth. This I found easily worked in distracting me from being pissed off and took advantage of the fact.
But by far my favorite part of the night was sitting on the couch, reclining with my feet up and a beer in hand as Amelia was nestled into my side. Granted, she had also made us both into an island surrounded by a junk food ocean, with my legs playing a major part in this, seeing as they were currently being used as a convenient place for her to put a bowl of popcorn along with a smaller bowl of sugar coated E numbers.
Gods, but considering how small she was, she certainly could consume some food. Not that I was complaining, as such food had gifted me the abundance of curves to play with at my leisure. Something I would have been doing now, had I had the freedom to do so. But this was difficult seeing as she continuously had a bowl clutched to her chest for the next thirty minutes.
However, eventually, one by one the bowls disappeared and soon she was leaning enough of her weight against me that I knew she had slipped into a sugar induced coma and was now fast asleep. Of course, what also gave this away was the fact she had stopped explaining the plot as the movie played out, doing so seconds before it actually happened for me to watch. Things like,
‘Oh, this is where she is expected to eat monkey brains.’ Or ‘This is the part with the fireplace and its secret entrance’. Naturally, I had teased her about this too, which ironically ended with her shushing me and tell me to just ‘shut up and watch the damn movie’. Something I also teased her about making her fight a grin.
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