ConVictions

I. Closer in My Dreams

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the huge bay window. The light breeze blowing outside caused the sheer white curtains before the window to dance.

Genevieve stirred awake and attempted to roll over. The strong arms wrapped around her waist tightening was the only thing stopping her from doing so. Instead, Genevieve tilted her head up from his chest and gazed at his peaceful sleeping face.

His dark hair curled over his forehead kissing his olive skin. His pink lips parted slightly as he breathed evenly. Genevieve's hand crept up his hard torso until her finger tips reached his jaw line.

She let her fingertips glide over the smooth, yet scruffy skin of his jaw. The tiny hairs that would undoubtedly be shaved when he finally got up pricked her skin, but Genevieve didn't care.

She loved it. Loved that she woke up wrapped in bliss each and every morning. Santiago stirred under her delicate touch. Feeling his slight movements, she froze.

"Don't stop, Bella." He said his deep voice gravelly. It was thick and hoarse with sleep. A smile made its way to Genevieve's lips.

"Never, Mon Cher." She responded thoughtlessly. Santiago's lips curved upwards slightly as she continued to slowly caress his jaw. Santiago stared at her, his brown eyes fixed on my face. He stared with such intensity heat rose color her cheeks. He looked as if he were going to say something, but when he opened his mouth a voice that was very clearly not Santiago's came out.

"La Belle!"  Genevieve pulled away from Santiago's grip abruptly. She stared at his face as the same foreign gruff voice came out again.

"La Belle!" Suddenly the room, and Santiago dissipated before her very eyes turning to black. Genevieve blinked, her eyes meeting a grey wall. A loud clanging noise made her eyes widened and she sat up quickly before turning to shoot a dirty glare at the guard in front of her cell.

Officer Brandon Rimes stood before her with a look that told her he thought of her as nothing but trash. He sneered at her as he banged the metal baton in his hand against the cell bars unnecessarily.

"What?" She snapped glaring at him.

"Deputy Warden wants to see you." He said and motioned for her to come to the door for him to handcuff her. Genevieve let out a deep breath before getting off her cot. Once the cuffs were on her hands Officer Rimes opened the door. He left it open as he stepped back letting her walk in front of him. Genevieve held her head high as she navigated the prison stopping every so often for the remote metal doors to be unlocked by various officers on the way to Santiago's office.

No one knew their secret and for months they'd managed to keep it that way. Despite, his position as Deputy Warden, fraternizing with inmates was against policy and Santiago would not only be fired, but investigated by the Department of Corrections.

These thoughts crossed Genevieve's mind often during the weeks they'd deliberately space in between their meetings. Then, he'd call for her to be brought to his office to discuss her upcoming hearing with the Review Committee. Each time mirrored the previous. She'd be escorted to his office, made to sit down at his desk secured in handcuffs, her escort would be dismissed and Santiago would walk them out before closing and locking the door, he'd fuck her senseless, and for the remaining twenty minutes of their hour long meetings ten would be spent discussing her case and the other ten spent discussing their lives.

So when the door shut behind her and Genevieve heard the tell-tale click of the lock, she knew this would be like every other meeting and she couldn't help the way her body throbbed with need for him, and the sly smirk that came to her lips.