Centuries of Sin : Book IV

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Elizabeth took the bottle of vodka upstairs with her, because she wasn't convinced that Klara wouldn't finish it if she left it down on the table.

She put it down on the floor next to the bed before sitting down beside Sawyer. He was staring at his phone with and wearing a pair of expensive noise cancelling headphones he had bought somewhere while they were on their own.

She wondered if he had ignored Klara because he had just been told she had to live with them or if he was just tired of having no real privacy.

He put the phone down and took off the headphones, setting them on the table beside the bed, but Elizabeth waited for him to say something rather than attempting to make polite conversation.

“Vodka straight from the bottle is an interesting choice after everything we've spoken about today."

She raised her eyebrow. She should have been annoyed, but he was clearly in a strange mood and he wasn’t trying to start a fight.

"Do I smell like I drank it alone?"

"No. I'm just surprised that you drank it at all, and I'm guessing that bringing it up here was supposed to be a statement."

Elizabeth glanced at the stairs, but decided not to mention her suspicion that Klara shouldn’t be left alone with the stuff.

"I just thought it would be better to keep it up here. Is there a reason you ignored Klara and came up here to stare at a phone you barely remember you have most of the time?”

“It seemed like you were having an important conversation; I thought it would be rude to interrupt you, so I came up here to watch a movie.”

“She asked me why you’re in a bad mood…” Elizabeth nodded toward the stairs casually. “I told her that it depends who you were talking to.”

“I was talking to my sister, and I think you know that.”

“Did you ask her?”

“Do you really want to have this conversation where someone else might hear it?”

Elizabeth sighed; she felt guilty about the fact he didn’t feel comfortable talking to her in their own bedroom.

“It doesn’t need to be an entire conversation, does it?”

“I underestimated exactly how exhausted and emotional my sister is. She was kind of mad at me for asking her if you’re OK, then really mad when when I wouldn’t tell her why; she suggested I was accusing her of trying to hurt you, then she yelled at me for a while and told me I should have more important things on my mind right now than denouncing her with no good reason, and when I told her I thought it was better if I just left she started to cry and told me she didn’t want me to leave because she was scared I would disappear again. I stayed there until she calmed down, then offered to watch the baby so she could take a shower while Jonas was making them food. When she came back she just said I shouldn’t have had to ask her if you’re OK. I didn’t think it would go down so well if I asked her for any more of an explanation when I wasn’t willing to explain why I was asking, so that’s all I can tell you…I’m sorry.”

“Are you serious?”

Sawyer felt his chest tighten, and he avoided looking at Elizabeth.

“Yeah, I…”

“...she’s actually capable of crying?”

“Elizabeth,” he said her name sharply, but when he looked at her he realized she was just trying to lighten the mood, “...I was as surprised as you. But I do think she would have been more explicit about it if you weren’t OK.”

“Just to be clear - were you more explicit about it? Because it kind of sounds like you were accusing her of hurting me, and it definitely sounds like she took it that way. If she’s so tired and hormonal that she cried over it, I don’t think she was really in the right frame of mind to pick up on euphemisms and subtext.”

Sawyer looked over at the stairs again. It sounded like Klara was watching television, but he still didn’t want to talk too openly to Elizabeth despite that.

“I felt really awkward. What was I supposed to say to her?”

“That we might want a baby one day and we would like her to tell us if that isn’t going to be possible. Or that we already know that's what we want, and we need to know if what I did means it's not an option."

"I'll ask her properly in a couple of weeks when things are less chaotic. You hadn't even mentioned this to me before today, I don't think being patient and waiting a couple of weeks for everything to settle down is a bad idea. You'll probably have changed your mind by then and I'm a little wary of that."

“You think this is a whim.”

“Can you blame me?” he leaned across her to pick up the bottle of vodka she had left beside the bed, but she rested her hand on top of his to stop him from picking it up.

“It’s not a whim,” she looked at him unblinkingly and her tone was stern enough that he pulled his hand away and sighed.

“It’s pretty much the dictionary definition of a whim to have a sudden and completely unexplainable change of mind over something this drastic, Elizabeth.”

“It’s not a f*****g whim,” she snapped. “I’m capable of thinking about things without talking about them, and of changing my opinions, and of regretting the things I have said and done to you because I didn't understand how you felt at the time."

Elizabeth had started to cry as she was speaking, and Sawyer looked at her in silence for a moment, unsure of what to do.

He had only seen her as upset as this a handful of times in the time they had been together and despite her earlier comment about Francesca, it was Elizabeth he was surprised to see crying like that.

“f**k,” Sawyer pulled her against his side and rubbed her back. “You’re right. It isn’t fair of me to assume this is impulsive of you when it's such a big deal. I’m sorry.”

Elizabeth sobbed into his chest and his heart raced as she clung to him.

He stroked her hair gently, hoping to calm her down.

She moved away slightly to wipe the tears away with the back of her hand, but their eyes lingered for a moment and she kissed him with her lips slightly parted. He could taste the salt of her tears as they brushed his face, but the kiss wasn't sad, it was sweet.

Sawyer returned the kiss, and moved his hand to rest lightly on her jaw. He wanted to pull her on top of him because he had been thinking about it since she unintentionally teased him earlier, but he hesitated because he didn't really know whether she wanted to cry, or kiss, or both.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, and it was clear she was still crying as she kissed him even though her heart was thundering and her body was pressed as close to his as it could be while they were sitting beside each other on the bed.

She didn't taste like the vodka he had accused her of drinking for attention, and he felt guilty for even considering that as she climbed on top of him and began to remove his shirt.

He kissed down her neck slowly when she had tossed his shirt on the floor, and she moved against him with her arms around his neck, moaning softly at the feeling of his mouth on her collarbone.

His hands rested on her hips, and he slid them beneath her top, running them slowly up her body until he reached her breasts and she gasped.

Elizabeth's n*****s were hard beneath his fingertips and he removed her top and threw it over to where his own shirt had landed before moving her to lie on the bed.

He was standing up, looking over her with her legs on either side of him before he leaned down to run his tongue over one of her n*****s and she moaned his name.

She began to undo his belt as he moved his mouth to her other n****e and she cried out as he sucked on it.

He knew how good it felt, because it had given him a rush, and he brushed her hands away so that he could hurriedly undo the belt and remove the rest of his clothes by himself now that he was hard enough that he was uncomfortable; he wanted to focus on what she was feeling rather than his own discomfort.

She wasn't crying anymore - she was looking up at him, and her breathing was fast and shallow.

He stood silently and watched as her eyes trailed over his body.

Her lips parted slightly, and he grabbed her hands before she could say anything and held them to the bed above her head with one hand as he removed her pants and underwear with the other.

He used his free hand to move her legs apart and she gasped at the feeling of his fingers brushing against her.

He slid his fingers inside her and closed his eyes for a moment as he savoured the warmth and wetness.

He was trying to be gentle, but every time he moved his fingers he could feel her trying to push down on them and her moans were making it hard to concentrate.

She whimpered slightly when he withdrew his fingers from her, but he had only moved them to rub her clit and her breath exploded almost immediately as she shuddered beneath him.

He kept her hands pinned above her until her breathing calmed and her eyes focused again before he kissed her, a slow, deep kiss as she moved her hands down to feel how hard he was.

Sawyer swore as her hand moved along his length and he wanted her so badly it was physically aching him to wait.

He kissed her again and then rolled her onto her stomach so he could push her up onto her knees and enter her quickly. She gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness and he moved inside her with one thrust, and she pushed back harder against him as he began to move.

He felt her tighten around him and she moved urgently and hurriedly until the tension was finally released again and her legs gave way beneath her.

Sawyer grabbed her by the hips and held her tightly to him until she had caught her breath again.

It was difficult to stay still like that, especially when he could feel how her body was reacting to every small movement he made, and when she reached back to grab his hip and urged him deeper he wrapped one arm tightly around her and pulled her back against him.

The movement positioned her perfectly to feel the full length of him inside her as he moved, but she was still pushing back against him, forcing him as deep as he could go.

"Am I not enough for you?" he laughed, but she moaned and her frustration was so intense that he was feeling it, and he had to start moving again just to rid himself of the sensation.

“Harder,” she moaned and he obeyed, thrusting into her fast and hard until she was gasping and moaning his name.

When she tightened around him again he swore and then pulled out of her because he didn't want it to be over yet.

Elizabeth turned around immediately and climbed down from the bed to kneel on the floor in front of him.

She was looking up at him expectantly and her lips were parted slightly because she wanted him to tell her what to do.

Something about the way she was looking at him made him feel like a teenager again, and he smiled when she rested her hands on his thighs.

He reached down to stroke her hair as she leaned forward to lick him, and he let out a soft breath as she took him into her mouth.

She sucked him slowly and he felt as though he could feel every part of her mouth moving against him, and he moaned quietly as her lips moved along his length.

She moved her tongue along the underside of his c**k until he was thrusting into her mouth and he could feel her hand moving to feel him in tandem with the movement of her mouth.

He ran his hand through her hair as she moved faster and used her lips and tongue to move with the rhythm he had set, pressing down on him hard when she sucked and releasing him to lick when she pulled back.

He moved his hips back slightly to get some space and then he slid one of his hands back down to grab her hair.

They made eye contact for a long moment as he held her in place, and he continued to hold her as he brushed her hand away from him and stroked himself.

He moaned as he came, and he thrust into her mouth a few more times as he tried to make it as deep as he could before he was finally done.

She pulled back and looked up at him, and he felt guilty for even thinking about cumming in her mouth, let alone doing it that way without asking her first.

He held out his hand to help her to her feet and she smiled wickedly as she stood up.

“You know it’s polite to give a little advance warning before you c*m, right?”

“You’re really going to lecture me on blow job ettiquette right now? The way you looked at me made it impossible to stop myself... but I apologize for being inconsiderate."

She raised her eyebrow at him, then lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

"At what point did you lose the self control you have always been so eager to show off to me and brag about?"

He lay down beside her and laced his fingers with hers.

He wanted to say that it was probably the same time she forgot that Klara would feel awkward hearing her begging him to f**k her harder, but he resisted the urge to tease her.

"Sometime around the point where my d**k was halfway down your throat as we made intense eye contact, apparently."