Honey squinted as his eyes were met with soft sunlight coming in from his balcony. He groaned, pulling himself up and stretching, his limbs already felt like dead weight. His hand felt around the bed for Desa, wanting to cuddle back into the girl, even for just a little bit. A twinge of panic surged though him as it was completely empty.
"Mistress?... Desa?" He called out with a sore throat. Voice broken and scratchy as he glanced around the room with blurry eyes.
She wasn't there. Of course she wasn't. He didn't know why he assume she'd stay, no one else did. He threw himself backwards with a pained groan. He thought it was different this time, he thought they shared a moment. Seems he was wrong.
"Honey, you up?"
The blonds eyes shot open at the familiar voice. Mind jarred awake as he lifted up to see Desa walking out his bathroom with a toothbrush hanging from her mouth. She took it out and gave him a puzzled look. He looked like he'd seen a ghost, and he nearly thought he had. But... there she was, standing in the bathroom doorway, still here.
"Good morning." Was all Honey could muster out as his eyes ran over her figure. In an oversized shirt that slightly hung off one of her shoulders. Her hair less curly and more a fuzzy mess.
She was still so pretty. It was hard to believe how dirty she is behind closed doors. He liked the thought that he was the only one to experience her first hand.
"Morning, baby. I'll run you a bath." Desa spoke, still a bit lost as she turned to walk back into the bathroom.
Honey stared wide-eyed at the spot she was just in, a smile creeping on his face. She stayed.
Desa finished brushing her teeth and turned on the water in his large tub. She thought about how absolutely ruined Honey looked. How his dirty blond hair stuck in different directions and how his voice rasped. It was always deeper then you'd expect from the feminine presenting boy.
The hot water was steadily filling the tub as she squeezed some of his body wash in and watched bubbles form. Frothing the water with her hand, as well as throwing in a handful of lavender Epsom salt to help with any soreness. The smell of it coming from the bath made her feel at ease.
She turned her head slightly just as Honey shuffled his way into the bathroom. In this light Desa could clearly see all the marks and hickeys that contrasted against his skin. She couldn't even remember how she gave him half of those marks, but she remembered in detail how his body felt against hers.
She was pulled away from her heated thoughts as she heard the clinking of the toilet. Her eyes gaining back focus as they moved to look at Honey who was lazily pissing in the toilet. She sighed and turned her back to him, trying not to listen in to the loud sound.
Honey stared at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. He hated how puffy his face looked, but that stress was washed away with the satisfaction he got from seeing the damage Desa had left. Dark hickeys left on his body that made him feel deliciously used. As well as the bruise left on his cheek bone that he thought was a nice addition. He missed being bruised with love, even missed all the pain that came with it.
"How're you feeling?"
Honey's gaze moved to his tub which was now filled with bubbles as Desa stood, her eyes studying him in full as she walked closer.
"Like shit, but at least I look hot like this." He replied with a smile, voice almost gone after his night of moaning, crying, and screaming. Honestly he could feel worse, so he wasn't too bothered. He was used to the pain. He liked it.
Desa's jaw tightened as she brushed her fingers against the nasty looking bruise on his cheek bone.
She hadn't actually seen him much since last night. After she arrived back to the quiet of Honeys bedroom her mind started to race again. She ended up just watching him sleep from the wall across from his bed, too paranoid and guilt riddled to leave him unintended, even if it was just to close her eyes for a second.
"Stop it." Honey sighed, grabbing her wrist and moving her hand away from his face. She was being too quiet, staring too hard with that same destressed look on her face. "I'm good. Last night was good."
Desa's face blanked again. It was starting to become too easy for Honey to read her like this. She had already shown too much emotion last night. God, she was so messy last night. It was a bad idea, why did she take him up on his offer? She wasn't in the right state of mind, and now this bruise on his face.
How the fuck are they gonna explain that one? He just fell down the stairs? No one's that fucking stupid.
"What? You don't think I look pretty like this?" Honey leaned in close to her face, a smirk playing on his pink lips. "I happen to think you did a good job. Takes a skilled hand to leave a bruise like this."
"You're an asshole." Desa grumbled, pushing away from him and turning towards the bathtub. "Just brush your damn teeth."
The boy laughed. He happened to think what he said was funny, and though it wouldn't look like it to others, he knew it helped to lighten her mood. After last night he'd made a promise that he would try harder to make her happy. It would take some work to rewire his selfish mind, but he'd do it for her.
He could be so frustrating, but he did have a gift. Annoying someone so much that they forgot they had other feelings.
It was clear Honey was just fine, and Desa finally let the guilt of what she did evaporate into the air, much like the steam from the bath.
Even if he had helped her with that, the weight of everything else was still heavy on her. Somehow it was still attached to her, much how that ghost from her past was.
She couldn't understand what Ambrose's end game was, why they would give her the necklace, or that cryptic ass note. That necklace that they promised they'd keep forever, said that it was to always remember her.
Fuck. The necklace. Where did she put the necklace?
"Desa~" Honey's silvery voice lured Desa out of her own mind. His arms slipped around her waist, and his chin sat on her shoulder. "Will you kiss me?"
"Why should I?"
"Oh, oh my god! I think I'm gonna die! My poor cheek! It hurts!" He whined dramatically into her ear, squeezing his hands into her sides. "If only someone would kiss it, and make it feel better."
"If you're in that much pain I should get you some medicine." Desa deadpanned, tapping her fingers against his arm as if too ask him to let go.
"Please baby, just one kiss. Don't I deserve it? I'm a good boy." Honey whispered, kissing the exposed skin at the base of her neck and only tightening his grip. She smelt just like him, and it made his heart flutter, as well as making blood rush straight to his dick.
Desa's cheeks warmed so much she couldn't help but to bite her lip in an attempt to stop herself from smiling. There was no reason for her to smile when she could feel Honeys hard on pressed against her ass, but she was.
Her stomach was in knots as she finally pulled away from him. The need to leave dragged her feet towards the door, leaving Honey where he stood.
"I'll be back." Desa assured, already rushing out the bathroom door.
She'd left his room without a glance back. Energy buzzing through her body as she hopped down the stairs. It felt like she couldn't breathe, but in a good way.
"Excuse me!" She burst, seeing a black haired butler walking through the foyer.
He paused, turning in her direction and slightly lowering his head.
"Could you show me where they keep the medicine?" Desa questioned, feeling a little dense for not knowing where something was in her own fathers house.
"Of course, madam. If you'd follow me." He smiled, an arm outstretched in the direction he was previous going.
She bit the inside of her cheek. She much preferred to be addressed like that. The one from yesterday had rubbed her the wrong way. She'd have her father fire him later.
She trailed closely behind him, glancing over his tall figure and wondering if she should start a conversation.
"What's your name?" She finally decided on a simple enough question.
"Noel Tosi, miss." He spoke in a light tone, movements smooth as he guided her.
"Should I call you Noel or Mr. Tosi?" Desa questioned, matching his speed so she could get a better look at him. His suit prim and proper, the gloves on his hands white.
In all honesty she had no clue how she was supposed to address a butler or housekeeper. She'd never cared nor needed to know. It wasn't a habit for her to speak to the help.
"Whatever you think fits best, miss." He responded, and in turn she decided to call him by his last name
"When did my father hire you, Tosi?"
Noel blinked in surprise, but didn't let that disrupt his movements. He hadn't known that she was the daughter of Mr. Miller.
"Last month, miss. On the 7th."
"Is there a reason you decided to work as a butler?" Desa asked, glancing at the man she guessed couldn't be over 30.
"Hm," Noel paused, needing to make up a quick response. "I take pleasure in being a butler."
"Pleasure, huh?"
"Miss, I apologize. That was not how I intended for it to sound." Noel had stopped, turning towards her with a distraught look on his face.
"No worries, Tosi."
"Of course not, miss." Noel sighed, relived that they'd reached where the medicine was held. He pulled a ring of keys from his pocket, unlocking the white door with ease. "Ah, here you are, miss. Is there anything else?"
"No." Desa concluded, staring as he slipped the clinking keys back into his pocket.
"I shall take my leave then." Noel smiled, slightly lowering his head once again before swiftly walking away.
Desa didn't even wait for his figure to leave her view before she moved into the dark room. After feeling on the wall to her right a bit she was finally able to flip the light switch on. Shelves of bottles and draws lined the walls of the small space.
With how many different types of medication, and the numbers of medical supplies, you'd think a doctor lived in the house.
She searched the shelf at eye level for a bottle of Tylenol. Thankfully sighing when her eyes caught notice of the white and red container. It was hidden behind numerous orange bottles, most which had Honey's name printed on on the label.
A dry swallow scratched at her throat, staring at all of them made her head spin.
-
Desa didn't return to the bathroom with as much energy as when she left it. She wasn't light on her feet or smiley, her shoulders slumped and her free hand was tangled against her roots.
Honey had already slipped into the bubble bath, hair wet with suds. Her absence only made his heart feel tighter in his chest and his smile larger. It was clear that he'd flustered the girl in some way, and he couldn't be happier.
Only, that happiness was short lived when her presence returned. She shuffled into the bathroom, face scrunched and eyes squinted. Honey noticed the hand in her hair, and let out a heavy breath. What was she so stressed for?
"Come get in with me." He beckoned, splashing the water a bit to get her attention.
Desa looked to his direction with softening features, rattling the bottle of pills in her hand. Her face dropped again when she realized she'd forgotten to get something he could take them with.
"I didn't get you a water." She uttered, turning on her heels to walk back out.
"Wait!" Honey's yelp stopped her in her tracks. "I can take them with spit, so you don't need to go anywhere. Just come get in with me."
"Fine." She sighed, moving to the sink and popping off the lid to the bottle. The white pills sprawled out onto her palm, but she put back all but two of them.
She contemplated on taking one herself, just to soothe the aching in her head, but decided against it. Unlike Honey, she didn't like swallowing pills and definitely couldn't swallow them with only spit.
"Hurry!" Honey whined, watching her back as she put the cap back on the bottle. "If you move any slower the water will freeze over."
"Alright, alright." Desa breathed, turning to drop the pills into his outstretched hand. Then, reluctantly, she started to undress.
Honeys eyes gleamed as he looked up at her, watching intently as she slipped the large t-shirt over her head. Her ample tits drew his attention as they seemed to bounce with her every move. The show alone was drool worthy enough that Honey took his pills with ease.
Desa glared down at the little rat, his eyes keen on every detail of her body as if he had never seen it before. Though, he'd never actually gotten any close-ups of her completely nude body.
Her fingers tucked into the waistband of the underwear she wore, giving Honey a glance before pushing them down over her hips. They slid down her legs, and she kicked them off, ignoring the 'meow' Honey purred under his breath.
The air in the bathroom was chill enough to make her nipples hard, and a breeze pasted through her legs. Standing out in the open for any longer was not even a option in her mind, but Honey was sprawled out and didn't seem to give her room to get in the tub, so she pushed his forehead back with a lifted up foot.
"Hey!" Honey shouted, rubbing the back of his neck as Desa situated herself behind him. The heat of the water made her release a breath, but most of her upper body was still uncomfortably chill.
"Ugh, so rude." Honey grumbled, turning his head back to her, and watching as she rolled her eyes.
"You're fine." Desa sighed, grabbing his shampoo and squeezing some in her hand. "Turn back around."
"Aww, are you gonna wash my hair? How thoughtful, you are so sweet."
"Shut up." Desa spit, but Honey smiled knowingly, turning around for her like told. She sat up straighter as she began to lather the soap into his hair, before scratching and massaging his head.
Honey smiled, he kinda felt like a kid that was getting his hair washed by his mom. Though it'd been a long, long time since his mother had ever shown him affection, but he still remembered the little moments when he was younger.
His little laughs drew Desa from the thought of how unsanitary it was to take baths. She had just started to reach for the previously dropped shower head, so she could rinse the suds out.
"What's so funny?" She questioned, genuinely confused to why he was laughing.
"The tubs gonna overflow." Honey responded, easily deflecting answering her with the truth. It wasn't like he could just tell her that being with her made him feel safe, like a kid before all the trauma.
"Maybe."
Desa finished with his hair, rinsing the last of the conditioner from his blond locs. He was right, the tub had almost overflowed, which led to them opening the drain and sitting very uncomfortably as the water drained. As the streaming water refilled, Honey found it most amusing, laughing as he opted to moving behind Desa and return the favor of washing her hair.
It was nice to just sit, no talking, nor anything sexual. Just sitting and tending to his lovers hair with such care, lathering conditioner into her curls with a smile.
-
"Honey?" Desa's voice rang softly through the quiet. So low that Honey second guessed if she'd actually spoken at all.
"Yeah?"
"... Do you trust me?"
He furrowed his eyebrows, she'd asked this once before. He didn't know why she wanted to know so badly. Obviously he trusted her enough to give her complete control over his body, so that had to count for something.
Honestly he wasn't sure, it was hard to trust someone without knowing the situation. It was hard for him to trust at all, but that never seemed to stop him from giving too much of himself to people who don't deserve it. So instead of telling the truth he did what he always does.
"Of course." He lied.
"Liar." Desa whispered the word, but they both knew Honey heard. She hugged her knees in closer to her chest, laying her chin on them and watching the bubbles fade.
Not a word was said after that, they both sat in a calm silence. Water lukewarm and minds racing. She wasn't sure what answer she wanted from him. She already knew no matter the answer she wouldn't be happy. He always avoided directly answering questions like that.
He had every right not to trust her thought. Actually, he shouldn't trust her at all. This was all her fault, anything bad that happens to him from now on would be her fault.
Maybe she should just... disappear.
She'd rather not see him— see anyone for the rest of her life if it meant she could keep them safe.
"I shouldn't have asked you that. I'm just.." Desa paused, biting down against her lip and sighing. "I'm scared."
Honey furrowed his eyebrows. She's scared, and he still doesn't know why. He still doesn't know how to help her. Obviously the sex was a easy distraction, but it wasn't enough. There's no point in trying to push it out of her either. She didn't tell him last night, and he was sure she wouldn't be telling him today.
He hated this so much. She was showing him vulnerable emotions, and he didn't know what to do with all of it. There were still so many things he didn't know about her. So many secrets between the two.
Even when they were so close, mere inches from each other like they were now, they felt so distant.
No one had ever shown him how to comfort someone. No one had ever taken the time to comfort him. No one, but the one person he wishes to comfort more then anyone else, her. He wants to learn how, for her. He wants to comfort her, be there for her, be everything she needs. He'd be better this time. He'd be enough.
Honey leaned forward, placing a kiss to her shoulder and watching as her body tensed. "I'm here for you too, y'know. I am. I'm here."
"Don't. Just don't." Desa felt conflicted, frustrated. He was actually trying, but.. she had already made a decision.
"I can't keep putting up with this. All the back and forth. Our relationship will never be more than sex. That's why you don't trust me. God, Honey, you already got what you wanted. I fucked you. So lets just stop.. stop all of this shit."
She did the best she could to kept her voice steady. She wanted to believe that she didn't need him, that she didn't like him. That's already what she'd been telling herself... so why was this so difficult?
Honey grit his teeth, tears burning at his water line. "Are you being fucking serious right now!?"
Desa flinched as his voice came out loud next to her ear, the water around her splashing as Honey bolted from the bathtub.
"Honey!" She yelled out after him, banging her hand against the side of the tub when he slammed the bathroom door shut. "Fuck!"
-
Honey was already stepping into a pair of jeans when Desa rushed out the bathroom, bound in his silk robe. She sighed heavily, running a hand down her face as she watched him rush to get dressed, still dripping wet.
He yanked on a shirt, grabbing his car keys from the vanity. He planned to just get out of here as quickly as possible. He just needed an escape.
"Honey, stop. Where are you going?" Desa asked in exasperation, pushing against her hairline with both hands and yanking slightly at her soaked roots.
"None of your fucking business." Honey fumed, tears falling down his face as he searched for his phone.
"God, don't-" Desa ground the palms of her hands into her eyes, feeling frustrated and just as confused. "Fuck! Don't go. Honey, just— just sit the fuck down!"
"You don't get to tell me what to do anymore. So fuck off." Honey seethed, snatching his phone up from its hiding place under a pillow. He turned, hastily trying to make his way to the door right as Desa slid in front of it, and stopped him.
Honey clenched his jaw and looked up towards the ceiling. She just had to block the fucking door. She'd never actually seen him furious, not in a way he would be to someone he hated.
Of course he used to sleep around to get his way, and as a way to self harm, but he'd long past the need for that. He was more than just a "high school bully," he wasn't in high school anymore, and he could be much crueler than she knew.
He truly was completely different around her, and she was oblivious to his submission. Sheltered little rich girl, looking down her nose at everyone and only viewing the Honey she wanted.
Desa scrunched her face up, she had no clue what to do, or even what she wanted.
"Move." Honey demanded through clenched teeth, trying to control his frustration.
Desa looked up into his eyes, the coldness in them made her stomach flip and her heart flutter. She couldn't move, not because she didn't want to, but because she was almost starstruck.
"No."
Honey Darling's angry eyes were beyond tempting. Somehow they made her want to fuck him more than his actual "fuck me" eyes did. His tears only added to the overall attraction.
Honey slammed one of his hands against the door, just inches from Desa's dripping curls. She sucked in a breath at the action, her eyebrows rising as she looked at him. She tried biting back the smile bursting to etch its way onto her face, but failed.
His anger was so cute, she found it amusing.
"What?" Honey barked, staring down at her grinning features.
"Nothing." She shook her head, wiping away the droplets of water that fell from Honey's hair, and onto her cheek. "You just look pretty like this."
"Read the room." Honey scoffed, rolling his eyes at her comment.
"I can't. You look too fucking sexy when you're mad." Desa's dark eyes seemed to swirl with colors, and Honey stared into them with a bewildered look on his face.
"Did you pull this shit just so I'd get mad at you? Are you out of your fucking-"
Desa cut Honey off, pulling his head down to hers and quieting his lips in a passionate kiss. It was an effective strategy, the boy wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body flat to his. The thin red silk slipped from her shoulders and threatened to fall from her body completely.
She grinned against his lips, rubbing her thumb across his sharp jawline. Her smile was a reality call for Honey, he reluctantly pulled away from her.
"Fuck you." He panted, cheeks dusted pink even though his eyes still held a glare.
"If you want." Desa elongated her words in a low voice, it licked at Honeys ears and his stomach lit aflame.
"You- You just broke up with me!" He huffed, not being able to keep up his anger act as he tried pushing away from her. Though it most definitely wasn't a facade, he was mad, but he was easily snapped out of it by Desa's seductive tone.
"I fucked up, alright. I didn't mean it. Can't you forgive me?" She bit her bottom lip, her grin ever present as she held Honey still by his waist.
"I— I won't, okay, not like this." Honey's eyes seemed to hold a since of urgency, as if he was pleading with her, begging for a serious conversation.
Her smile dropped.
"I want to know what's upsetting you. So, talk to me, please. Let me understand." His voice was soft, coxing her to tell him. And this time, she was the one to pull away, struggling against Honey's arms which pulled her back in place. He wouldn't let it go this time, he couldn't.
"You can't understand!" Desa shouted, pushing a fist against Honey's chest.
"That's because you refuse to tell me!" He snapped back, grabbing her wrist in his hand and wrapping his other arm even tighter against her.
"I don't know what you want me to say, Honey!"
"Maybe you could start with why the fuck you were having a panic attack last night! I've never seen you like that! I was worried, Desa." Another set of tears dropped from Honeys crystal blues, almost dramatically as his voice softened to a whisper. "I never should have taken advantage of you like that. You were so vulnerable, and I... I'm sorry."
Desa rolled her eyes, scoffing as she raised a hand to wipe at the salty trails on his cheek. "I thought we agreed it was fine. I consented."
"Oh my god. Can you just take my apology?" Honey rolled his eyes in return, feeling stupid for even apologizing in the first place. Especially since he actually felt bad, and she just dismissed it.
"Okay. Apology accepted." Desa confirmed, taking a deep breath before burying her emotions deep. How could she face Ambrose if she couldn't even talk about them? She'd have to get over it, she'd have to suck it up. To be stronger then she was.
"I'll tell you, okay? I'll tell you everything."
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Happy mf holiday season!! Feeling so fucking good! How are you guys though?
So, getting into the writing shit— I've went back and changed some stuff, and revised previous chapters. Haven't changed the plot, just a couple scenes and some grammar.
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