Warning: Some sexual material/references are in this chapter.
(13) Past: 1974
I sipped the red wine delicately, swishing the contents around like an expert. I wasn’t normally one for wine, but when blood was mixed in, it made it delicious.
“Would you like some more, love?” Xavier asked with a smile.
My arm extended and he filled my glass to the rim. His hair looked so silky and soft, I found myself running my fingers through it. He closed his eyes, pressing his stubbly cheek into the palm of my hand. I leaned closer until I was nearly in his lap and used my other hand to hold the other side of his face.
“You’re all stubbly,” I commented, now sitting in his lap, facing him.
“Mmm, is that a bad thing?”
I pressed my lips to his cheek, feeling the tickling of the stubble. “Not sure…”
Our lips met softly, and I brought him closer to me. His hands grabbed my hips and helped me wrap my legs around his waist. I threw my head back, inviting him to kiss my neck the way I liked. It was my weakness, and he knew it.
After staring at the mud on my feet from when we were running around outside earlier for no reason, I let out a sigh and thought about getting into the shower before the sun rises. A smile spread across my lips and I grabbed Xavier by the belt loop, pulling him into the bathroom with me. What can I say? Sometimes I can’t control myself.
I started the shower will he kissed down my neck, his hands pulling on the zipper on my dress. My hands unbuttoned his dress shirt so quickly that my hands were practically a blur. By the time we stumbled into the shower, our clothes were hanging on everything in the bathroom. Hot water pour on us, making my long hair stick to my back and Xavier’s hair slick back.
We pulled our bodies close together as our kissing deepened, nearly making me slip in the tub. “We need to hurry, the sun will be up soon,” I panted, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep from sliding.
“Mmm… How romantic.” He pulled away, surprising me. He wasn’t ever one to stop.
“What?” I demanded slight aggravated.
He smiled, liking how upset his denying me made me. He reached behind me, grabbing the shampoo and pouring some into my hair and gently massaging it in. “Close your eyes or it’ll sting.”
I frustratingly did as he said and closed my eyes to avoid the soap. He never does what I think he will do. He tilted my head back and rinsed the shampoo out carefully before applying conditioner and then getting the wash cloth out. Impatiently, I waited for him to finish scrubbing me down before letting out another sigh.
“Can we just finish the shower now?” I grumbled, getting onto my tip toes and attempting to kiss him.
He stopped me before I could. “Why don’t we just finish washing up and then go into the bedroom?”
I sighed, nearly slamming my foot down. Why must he tease me? He washed his hair and body while I sat on the edge of the tub impatiently. The sun was rising soon, so why was he taking so freaking long? After watching him slowly shower, I gave up and yanked open the curtain to hop out. He wrapped his arm around my bare waist, pulling me back in.
“Where’re you going?” he asked with his lips to my ear.
“You take too long,” I grumbled.
“Maybe you’re just too eager?”
I narrowed my eyes, hating that he what he basically called me. “Forget it!”
He scooped me up in his arms and we left the bathroom in a hurry, leaving the shower on. Our lips weren’t just kissing; they were grinding together almost painfully. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began kissing down his neck playfully.
“I love you,” he breathed repeatedly, nearly ruining the moment for me.
Bringing his lips back to mine, I finally silenced him.
When nighttime approached again, we awoke in the strangest position. He was lying on his back with my left leg underneath him and I was draped across his body with my head dangling over the side like some doll.
“Are you thirsty?” Xavier asked, his fingers brushing from my shoulder to my hip.
I shook my head.
“We should hunt. Come on, get dressed.” He untangled us and went to the dresser to get his clothes.
He tossed some underclothes towards me and started digging for clothes for me to wear.
“Xavier, I can get my own clothes,” I told him kindly.
“I wasn’t sure what type of clothing was in this dresser. Considering this wasn’t our house to begin with…”
I went towards the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans that flared out at the bottoms and a yellow bottom up top that I tied in the middle like how they were supposed to be. When I walked into the living room, I swear Xavier’s eye actually twitched at the site of my outfit.
“You’re not wearing that,” he told me.
“I don’t understand. What’s wrong with it?”
He walked up to me, his finger poking me in the belly. “Your stomach is showing.”
“But that’s the fashion.”
“You’re not wearing this in public, Lucy. End of story.”
“I didn’t even want to go hunting. Can’t I stay here?”
He narrowed his eyes, and all traces of kindness left his eyes. I had argued with him. He grabbed me by my hand, pulled me into the bedroom, and literally tore off the top without a word said and pulled on a baggy t-shirt. After that bit of insanity, he planted several kisses on my forehead and relaxed.
I remained quiet while we went into town to the nearest hospital. Xavier said we couldn’t cause any attention in town so we couldn’t hunt. We got several blood bags from there and I drank some to keep him happy.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he mentioned.
“I thought you liked it better when I didn’t talk?”
“No, I love when you talk…”
“Earlier you didn’t.”
He looked at me for a moment before turning back to the sidewalk we were walking on. “It’s because you wouldn’t listen to me.”
I kept my mouth shut and eyes forward.
He stood in front of me with a kind smile on his lips. “You know I love you, right?”
I avoided his eyes and stared past him at a tree branch near us.
“All I ask of you is to only be mine…” He lightly held my chin to force me to look at him.
I made a promise to myself that night. One day, I will leave him.
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It was super short, I know =/ I really wanted to put this part in here in order to show Lucy's attraction to him. hehe.
The next chapter is being written now =D
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