Fourteen
"So this is where you've been living?" Zoe asked as she pulled into my driveway. She looked out through the windshield of her Mercedes CL-Class Coupe. It was apparently the only car that Damon would let her have. He had seven others, so why did he love this one so much?
I nodded as I unbuckled and lifted my bag into my lap. "I've lived with Tom and Wendy for a few years now, ever since a couple of months after I was found. I lived in a few foster homes before then. They're good to me, though, and I love them."
Zoe smiled. "It's good that you had them and they're like family to you. I couldn't imagine everything you'd been through...and this hasn't even been the first time either."
I just shrugged. "I can't remember, so I don't worry about it."
As we walked on the pathway leading to the front door, it opened slowly and Sammy ran out. He had a huge grin on his face.
"Sissy!" he yelled, just like he did every day when I got home.
I smiled at him just as he collided with my legs. I leaned down and picked him up, settling him on my hip. "Hey, Sammy," I said, tickling his stomach and making him giggle.
Zoe was watching our exchange with a smile on her face.
"Sammy, I want you to meet my new friend Zoe," I said, looking at him. "And Zoe, this is Sammy."
Zoe smiled, holding her hand out to him. "Hello, Sammy," she said. "It's very nice to meet you."
He looked at her for a moment before putting his hand in hers. "Hi," he said. "You pwetty."
Zoe laughed as she shook his little hand. "Why, thank you," she said. "And you're a handsome little man."
I smiled as he giggled and nodded toward the front door. "Come on and let's go inside. You can meet Wendy."
Zoe was looking at the house as we walked inside. As we headed toward the kitchen, where I could hear Wendy, she looked in all of the rooms.
"You have a beautiful house," she said.
I shrugged. "It's home. It's probably nothing like what you're used to."
She sighed, smiling. "Daddy's house is gorgeous, but it's a little too big for me. He likes it, though, since it's light and open. After being in the...well, you know...for so long, he likes it a lot."
I nodded, understanding immediately what she was implying.
The Underworld.
I didn't know what to think of when I tried to picture it in my head. I could have gone with the darker version, with all of the fire, dead people, torture...or with the other, more nicer version, which didn't involve the fire and torture. The dead people, though, they were going to be there either way.
We stepped into the kitchen then to find Wendy searching through the fridge. She didn't turn, but she knew it was me.
"Did Sammy open the door, Persie?" she asked, leaning down to get something from the bottom drawer. "I told him that he needed to wait for me."
She stood and reached up for something on the top shelf and then turned. When she saw Zoe standing beside me, her eyes widened and jaw dropped. That seemed to be the usual reaction whenever someone saw her for the first time. It had been happening all day.
"Persie, who's you're new friend?" she asked, looking over at me before her eyes went back to Zoe.
"This is Zoe," I said. I decided that I was just going to stick with the story we told everyone else. "She's just moved here, but I knew her from before I came to live with you."
"Oh!" Wendy said, finally snapping out of it. She walked toward us to shake Zoe's hand after putting everything she had in her arms on the counter. "Well, hi! I'm Wendy Butler, Persie's foster mother. It's so nice to meet you."
"You, too," Zoe smiled. "You're house is gorgeous."
Wendy smiled. "Well, I'll have to have Persie show you the rest of it. Do you want want to stay for dinner? You're more than welcome to."
Zoe nodded. "Sure, I'll just have to call my father and tell him that I'm going to be late getting home."
"Of course."
I leaned down, setting Sammy on his feet, and stood up again. "Come on, Zoe. We'll go up to my room for a little while before dinner."
"I'll call you whenever it's ready and Tom's home!" Wendy called as we headed toward the stairs.
Zoe didn't leave until later that night. It had been fun having her over, though, and she fit in well with our family. She did most of the talking since Tom and Wendy were asking her so many questions. I knew that most of her answers were made up.
When I went to bed only about an hour later, I almost instantly fell asleep. And when I did, I started dreaming.
Apparently I had been asleep in my dream, because I was just waking up. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a familiar room or bed. The sheets were a silky, midnight blue and candles lit the entire room. A fire was roaring in the fireplace in front of the bed, heating my exposed body.
My naked body.
I was naked, lying in an unfamiliar bed.
I didn't even move as I let the heat caress over my skin. The sheets only covered the bottom half of my body, so my back was exposed.
But just a moment later, the heat from the fire wasn't the only thing caressing my skin. A fingertip was tracing over my bare shoulder. And then it was lips skimming over it. Whoever it was started kissing down my spine, all the way down to where the sheets covered. My body started to burn in ways that I hadn't experienced before.
At least, from what I could remember.
"Hello, my love," a voice whispered once they'd kissed all the way back up my body and up to my ear. "How are you?"
I knew that voice.
It was Damon.
I smiled before I rolled over and looked him, lying in the bed beside me.
"Wonderful," I sighed, reaching out to touch his cheek. "Completely and utterly happy."
His smile was blinding. "Well, I'm glad."
My eyes wandered down then...and I realized he was naked to. The sheets weren't covering either of us then, so I was seeing all of him. I wasn't the only one looking, though. His eyes roamed over my bare chest, as well as his hand, before it stopped to rest on my hip.
When he looked back up at my face, his eyes were on fire. "I don't see how it's possible for me to want you as much as I do right now, but I do," he said. His voice was thick with want and lust.
I couldn't help but grin as I moved close to him until I was pressed right up against him. Slowly, I lifted my leg to wrap it around his hip. I could feel just how much he wanted me as I pressed against him.
"Do you think you're the only one who feels that way?" I asked.
The corner of his mouth quirked up. "Well, I hope not."
He gave me no warning before he rolled on top of me. Smiling, he leaned down, capturing my lips with his in a fierce kiss. I gasped and moaned against his lips at the feel of him pressing more against me, wanting in.
But right when he merged our bodies together, I woke up.
I shot up in my bed, gasping and heart pounding. Yes, I was definitely in my own bed and not in Damon's. My hands went to my head as I leaned my forehead against my knees.
"Oh, my gods," I said, trying to calm my breathing and my heart rate.
I'd just had sex with Damon in my dream. Twice. Who knows how many times!
But...was it really a dream? My other two with him in it...they weren't. They were memories. Oh, gods...
Clutching my hands in my hair, I looked up at my dimly lit room. The only light was coming in from the moon outside, shining through my window.
I saw something move in the shadows of one corner of my room. My eyes immediately cut to it. My heart started pounding again.
"Damon?" I whispered.
***Aw, yeah! *wiggles eyebrows* Wasn't that a...steamy dream. ;D
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