~Louis~
She was pulling away from him, that much he knew for a fact. Something changed within her eyes when she witnessed him beating Daniel, kicking him until Louis' senses kicked in and he realized what he was doing.
But he just had so much rage that couldn't be tamed; it was as if there was a hidden aggressive monster inside of him that only reared its ugly head when Malia was threatened, and it was a part of him that he never knew existed.
He had pulled away from her when she flinched at him attempting to come towards her to give her comfort, but it was like she saw him as the same monster that used to abuse her everyday, instead of the man that would always be there for her...if only she would let him.
So he strode to the other side of the room and sat away from her, eyes firmly fixed on the ground in front of him and permanent scowl etched on his face because that's what he did when he felt hurt or rejected-he lashed out or he pulled away, and at that moment he felt like doing both but it wasn't easy to lash out at her so he just kept quiet, feeling her silent pain from all the way across the room.
A swish of air and soon she was sitting on the other end of the couch as far away from him as she could muster without falling off if it and he wondered if she was that angry with him on the account of defending her life!
"So you're actually angry with me for saving you from him?"
His voice was like an accusation hanging in the air, a challenge for her to remain angry over something so incredulous.
"Louis, I really don't want to get into this right now."
Her voice was firm and almost devoid of emotion, and all her words did was make him angry.
"Malia, can you seriously sit there and say that you weren't grateful that we arrived when we did?"
She sighed and turned her full body to him then, giving him her full attention, something he'd been begging for since the first moment he met her.
"Do you want to know why I'm mad, Louis? I'm mad because Daniel was probably coerced into this gang and he was about to tell me everything! You don't need to torture him to tell you anything. Yes I needed your help because it started to get scary but you didn't need to use the amount of force that you did and if I'm being honest, it just took me back to my past where all I knew was violence."
Her words hit him like a brick across the face and suddenly he wished that he could take it back, that he could take back every terrible thing he'd done and said to her.
"Malia-"
"No, it's okay. I know I'm broken, you don't have to remind me..."
Her voice cracked on the word 'broken' and that shattered his angry facade and he found himself gravitating towards her, wanting to comfort her in a way that he couldn't before.
"You're not broken."
He stood up and made his way to her, wary of the shining tears threatening to hurt free from her blue eyes.
"You don't know that, you hardly know anything about me."
"That's simply not true. I know you're one of the most compassionate people I've ever met with a heart of gold even though you put up walls against people to make them think you're emotionally detached."
Her accusatory stare turned confused and then hardened.
"That's kind of funny coming from the man who did almost everything to keep me away from him when we first met but then couldn't stop coming back."
She wasn't wrong...
"I'll admit, I have walls up to..." be trailed off, not sure where he was going with his words.
He moved a few steps closer to her until he was kneeling on the floor in front of where she sat on the couch.
"I am always scared that someone is out to get me and isn't being truthful about who they really are to me. It's happened a few too many times to count and that's something I'm trying to work on, but I feel like your walls are even harder to knock down."
She sniffled a bit and it took everything in him not to reach out and grab her up in his arms, but he needed to apologize first, to gain back her trust in him.
"I am so, so sorry for making you see me that way Malia. I've never been like that and I think you just bring out the protective side in me, which isn't an excuse but I just...I've never felt this way about anyone before, and you just don't know what you do to me and-"
Her fingers were in his hair and pulling his face to hers before he could finish his sentence, and then her lips were on his.
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~Malia~
I didn't know where the boldness came from, but it just felt right to kiss him in that moment.
The emotion was swimming in his eyes and I couldn't stand his groveling for another second, even if I was still a bit taken aback at what he'd done to Daniel.
His lips were soft on mine and I felt myself melt into him, arms wrapping around him and trying to pull him as close to me as possible.
We shifted and suddenly he was on the couch beside me and our kisses grew feverish, chills sweeping down my body in cascading waves that made me shudder in pleasure.
He smiled against my lips as his wandering hands travelled down my body, exploring me in ways he hadn't had a chance to yet.
A quick bite on my lower lip had me moaning into him and then I was laid down on the couch, his body atop of me and then his lips were on my neck, my chest, my jawline...
When they met mine again, I was desperate for more; more feeling, more sensations, more of his hands, it was like I couldn't get enough of him.
A bite against my neck had me arching my back up into him wanting something I knew he couldn't give me at that moment.
And then my legs were wrapped around his waist bringing him impossibly close to me and his pelvis ground against me, and I could tell just how much he was enjoying himself.
The sound of footsteps in the distance got our attention and we sprang apart, flaming red cheeks and disheveled hair and swollen lips, I was sure we looked a mess.
I had just straightened my shirt and finger combed through my hair when Gordon burst through the door after inserting a key card and gave us both a suspicious look, especially considering how close together we were sitting.
"You were right about him Malia, we hooked him up to a lie detector after the doctor got him awake with some smelling salts and he told us everything he knew, which is quite a bit. There's some things he'd like to discuss with you."
Louis started to get up from his seat but Gordon held up a hand as if to stay seated.
"I apologize your Highness, I was referring to Lady Spencer."
"I don't understand..." Louis trailed off, but the realization dawned on me before he could catch up.
"He just wants to speak with me, doesn't he?"
Gordon held a grim look in his kind brown eyes, making me wonder why I ever thought he could be menacing.
"I'm afraid so."
"But what am I supposed to say? It's not like I can make deals, play politics..."
"Just see what he wants first then we'll have a conversation and see if it's feasible," Louis said and I glanced back into his eyes, finding determination and warmth and comfort where I had been expecting anger or contempt.
"O-okay."
I cleared my throat and squared my shoulders and prepared to face my treasonous dead-not-dead boyfriend on behalf of an entire country that I was most definitely not in charge of.
No biggie.
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Author's Note:
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