I woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed and an even emptier apartment. The place was dark and silent and I wondered if Death was serious right now. Was he so cocky that he thought no one would come into his apartment at night just because he was Death?
He didn't even have a lock on his door so Ira could just walk through the door and take me if he wanted. Granted, it would be in his best interest to not piss off Death anymore than he'd already done.
Suddenly, I didn't feel like sleeping anymore and I shoved the blankets off before walking to the living room. I flicked on the light and dropped down onto the sofa. The images of the accident returned to the forefront of my mind and I couldn't shake them for long.
I had to come to terms with it somehow. But I didn't know how to do that. In any case, when all of this was over I'd just forget it even happened.
A shiver ran down my spine and I remembered how cold it would get in here at night. I stood up to go back to bed again when in a flash Death appeared again and I let out an involuntary gasp.
He was covered in blood from head to toe to the point his hair was shining from the wetness. His previously clean and spotless white shirt looked like it had a tie-dye pattern in the darkness but I knew I wouldn't like what I saw if I were to turn on the lights.
"Are you alright?" I asked. Tears welled up from my eyes at the horrible sight in front of me. I started to physically hurt seeing him hurt. I stepped forward only to see that stupid smile of his while he looked down at me.
"It's not my blood, love," he said smugly. My racing heart calmed down somewhat but the sight of him had shaken me enough I still felt my hands tremble.
"Why are you covered in it?" I asked as calmly as I could.
He shrugged. "Comes with the job," he said while scanning my face. He looked as if he wanted to say something but thought better of it. "I'm going to take a shower," he said before walking away.
Why did it scare me so much to see him potentially hurt? I know I care about him but this was ridiculous even for me. I blamed it on not being fully awake. Besides, I wouldn't know who'd be able to fuck him up like that.
I heard him turn on the shower and sighed. I just wanted to go back to bed and get some sleep. But instead of walking towards the bed, I found myself entering the bathroom.
The shower cabin was already fogged up so I couldn't see him. I dropped the shirt I was wearing as well as my panties on the floor and made my way over to Death. Surprise swiftly crossed his face but soon turned into a lopsided smile.
He didn't say anything, just stepped aside to create more room for me in the cabin. I wasn't in the mood for wasting time so I wrapped my arms around him to pull him down and crashed my lips against his.
His response was immediate and he didn't allow me to take the lead in any way. His soft lips kneaded against mine while he pulled my body flush against his. My mind didn't even register the water that fell around us because all I could feel was him.
His rough hands roamed my body and one stopped briefly to squeeze my ass, causing me to press myself even further into him. Heat coursed through my body, intensified by the feeling of something hard pressing against my belly.
He stepped forward, forcing me to move backward until my back hit the glass. He broke our kiss to lick the space under my ear, earning him a deep moan from deep inside of me. He continued by sucking the hollow of my throat and kissing my collarbone.
One of his hands had come up to knead my breast as he ran his tongue around the other before ending at my nipple. I swear I could come just from doing this because the pressure between my legs had become nearly unbearable.
I knotted my hand through his hair and softly pushed him down. He seemed to get the hint because he dragged his nose down my belly until his breath fanned my pussy. Because of the angle, he had to get down on his knees and the sight of him before me made my legs feel weak.
He briefly looked up with that cursed smirk of his before getting to work. He quickly flicked his tongue over my entrance which sent jolts through my body. I found it hard to stay still but I willed my body to do it. But then he actually started and I couldn't help but squirm and push myself into the glass. I hoped it could hold my weight.
It didn't take long for my climax to arrive and he didn't waste time giving it to me. With a drawn-out moan, I let myself come on his tongue as it moved over my clit before coming down again.
In a flash, he stood up again and pulled my face into his own for a deep and desperate kiss. Despite still being in a daze, I reached out to feel his cock. It was hard and I could feel his heartbeat through it and I knew he was more than ready to go.
His calloused hand lifted my thigh to wrap it around his hip. I stood on my tiptoes to steady myself while wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Our height difference made it a little difficult but he seemed to make it work as he lined himself up with my entrance. His breathing was hard and I could feel it on my neck while he looked down.
In one fluid motion, he was in all the way.
He let out a guttural moan before starting to move. I wanted to move with him but there was only so little I could do from my position against the glass wall. Every time he pushed himself in again I was pressed back again. My body was flush against him and my nipples would rub against his chest.
From the way my leg was slung over his hip, I could feel the muscles in his ass move under his skin and I could already feel another climax building. "Death," I panted. I didn't even know what I was trying to say but it did earn me a groan in return.
The water made the sound of our skin slapping together even more noticeable and I swear it was the sweetest thing I've ever heard. The feeling of his length moving inside of me threw me into a world of bliss I never wanted to leave.
He kissed my neck again. This time more frantic as he was looking for his own release. His lips moved down to my shoulder before I could feel his teeth apply the slightest bit of pressure before being replaced by his tongue.
His pace had picked up in the meantime and his free hand had moved to my ribs to move me up and down his length to mirror his own motions. He was hitting me so deep that I suddenly lost what semblance of control had remained in me and I exploded a second time.
My drawn-out moan mixed with his soft grunts and not long after he found his own release inside of me. I felt him twitch and pulse before a warmth filled me and he stilled.
Neither of us spoke. It was just our hard breathing and the running water that could be heard.
His hand slowly let go of the leg he's wrapped around him and put it back on the floor. It tingled a bit, like my leg had started to go to sleep from the odd position it'd been in.
"Pretty impressive how we managed to get dirty in a shower," he said while picking up a bottle of shower gel. He squirted some on his hand before handing the bottle over to me. I did the same and quickly rubbed myself clean. He waited until all the suds had washed off of me before turning off the shower.
"Looks like we'll have to share a towel," I said when I realized we only had the one towel in the bathroom. All the others were in the closet in the bedroom.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said smugly while stepping out of the shower cabin. "I only see my towel here."
"Death," I whined while he started to dry himself off with the only towel and left the bathroom with it. "Death!" I yelled after him before a new towel was thrown at my face. "Just kidding," he said before disappearing into the bedroom again.
"Real funny," I muttered to myself before drying myself off as well. I entered the bedroom and grabbed a clean shirt from his closet. He had already positioned himself on the bed and just watched my movements.
"You know what?" he suddenly said. "What?" I answered while getting in the bed to lie next to him. I wrapped my arm around him and snuggled into him. His arm went around me in return and his hand settled into my hair.
"You're my favorite iteration of you."
"I don't know if that's romantic," I replied. I just wanted to go to sleep now.
"Good night, Lillith," he said in return.
"It's just Lilly," I muttered before falling into a dreamless slumber.