Into deception

Twelve thousand and four

Finally we escape the maze and i have to let go of his hand in order for the air to actually make it's way into my lungs, he stops unsure of what to do just yet.

The whole grass below me are filled with planted white roses, they're the most prettiest things I've ever seen and as the sun sets lower they sparkle creating a wave almost.

"Who's place is this exactly" i ask because whoever has been looking after them clearly loves their job, they seem so lively.

"Your's"

I spin towards him with a ball in my throat.

"Well ours but mostly yours" he smiles looking away from me and into the sea of white "I bought this years ago, actually a couple of weeks before I asked you if you wanted to move in with me"

"But that was... that was nearly 4 years ago"

He meets my gaze "I know. The roses are a new addition though"

I look back at the flowers, there's over a dozen, more than that actually "they're beautiful there must what, hundreds of them"

"More, one for every time I've seen you"

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"Twelve thousand and four actually, that is how many times I have seen you, in my sleep and in reality" he walks over to me "although I've been told there's not enough room to fit the actual number, still, I'm not ashamed to say i haven't left you alone for a minute since that night"

I can only stand insanely still as my voice does all that I can't right now "you've kept tabs on me?"

"You didn't make it easy"

I'm not too shocked at this, only for the reason that I already knew this. I saw the extra shadow that seemed to linger around my own and did nothing to get rid of it, a part of me always knew.

"Are you-are you upset?"

I stare at the man in front of me, he stands there looking like he's on a line thinner than a strand of hair all because of me. He's built me a garden of white roses, twelve thousand and four to be exact, and he's asking me, someone who has killed more people than there are roses here, if I'm upset. The answer is no, I'm not upset, I'm fucked.

"Mia-"

I kiss him and his arms lift me immediately, it feels like I'm spinning as his lips bless my own. His hands hold my waist and i want them there for the rest of my life.

"Mia for fucks sake" he shudders against my mouth sending goosebumps down my spine. He lowers us both to the ground, the green grass is kind on my knees as I straddle him.

"Are we seriously doing this in a rose garden"

"The roses do need watering"

Nicholas. Fucking. Bane.

"Poor roses" i start unzipping his trousers while those hands of his shamelessly trail their way across my chest making me groan in frustration.

He shakes his head smiling against our lips "no, lucky roses"

He's in me in seconds and although I need a second to adjust he thinks otherwise, his hands lift me up letting him do all the work even when I'm on top. I push his hands off making him groan with a smile.

"Say please" I tease moving my hips ever so slowly.

"You want me to beg?"

I nod but barely as I hold back the shudders.

"And how exactly do you want these, pleadings done" he flips me over, the grass is warm from him and so much softer "because I'll beg, I'll beg till you fall tired of my voice, or I could just show you, so which one" he waits for an answer, hovering over me patiently not caring that he's still in me.

"Both" I let out and he sure got to it.

His strokes are so smooth, so long and deep I spread my legs wider feeling him deeper, his hands are in my hair and the one voice I have cummed for is in my ear.

"Please" he kisses my ear "please Mia" with each word his calm relaxed body seems to have hardened "Mia" and I won't say that I haven't got needy myself, not when his voice does things to my body that not even I myself could do.

"Give me your hand"

I barely raise my hand and with his brutal taunting pace he has to meet me more than half way taking it himself, I blink a couple of times to see him pulling my hand lower and lower. Both of our hands slide down my bare stomach all the way to-

"Nicholas" I gasp as he rubs circles with my own fingers all at the same time slamming into me.

"There's this dream I had about you" he kisses my neck as I gasp for air "you were laying there, and I was standing near completely bewitched by the sight of you"

"You touched yourself over and over and I couldn't move, you never once looked away and made sure to show just how good every touch was, I couldn't breath, I couldn't feel an ounce of myself, not when you were present" his head lands on my collar bone trying to suppress the fact I'm about to cum "I remember waking up and hating every bit of reality but now, now you're here"

"I'm here"

"You're more than here love, you're with me"

I open my watery eyes staring at the man above me and come undone, his hands cup my face meeting his lips with mine all in the whole pushing deeper into me. I squirm and scratch his bare back but he keeps at it letting me drown in ecstasy. He too joins me in the high until neither of us can move or breath.

We lay there, staring at the soft clouds that seem to be turning a dusty colour. It's perfect, all of it.

"This isn't the only garden"

I roll over looking at him.

"There's a full one hundred gardens around the property" he too turns to me "I told you, for every thought, every dream, every sighting of you, it's all here"

"Nicholas" I breath past my numb lips.

"Mia" he seems to match my shock, except his eyes hold sadness in them "I'm so sorry"

For every apology that comes from those lips of his it seems to fix something inside of me, something I don't yet quite even know myself but still, I feel it clear as day.