Sin With Me; One Night with the Bully

Against Me

The walk towards his room was both aesthetically pleasing and nerve-wracking. I had been in his bed before, but knowing that I would be in his bed again, this time with him taking it to me naked with only a robe he had pulled on me last minute before leaving the room, it did some thing to my heart. To my mind. To my brain.

"You are perfect even from down here too," I said, my voice low, my chest heaving.

He looked down at me, then gave a small laugh. "Perfect? You should see you, sweetheart."

I gave a small chuckle, then wrapped my hands around his shoulders, pushing my body up to him, my face buried in his neck.

"You smell so good, too."

He didn't reply, and my heart skipped a beat as the door slowly opened.

"You haven't been here before," he said, walking in, his eyes meeting mine.

I bit down on my lips and slowly turned to the room. My breath hitched, my lips parting as I took in the room. His room was massive, and it had a large window just like mine.

It had a round bed that levitated above a magnetic field beneath, and right above the bed was a massive painting of... me.

I moved, and Florian got the hint as he slowly put me on my feet, then helped me wrap the towel around my body, my hair falling in wet strands down my shoulder.

I turned to him, and he was looking at the painting too, his eyes tender and soft.

"This is..."

He gave a small smile, and I turned away towards the painting. Slowly, I walked to it, my hand extending to reach it. It was a black and white painting of me wearing an off the shoulder dress, my lips parted as I turned away, my hair falling over my face, and a necklace sitting on my neck. The necklace was the exact same one he had given me.

"How old is this painting?"

"As old as this house. Six years."

I turned to him. "So... the necklace, too?"

It was still on me, and I bit down on my lips. He nodded slowly, confirming it.

I let out a shaky breath as I turned to the painting again. I was standing in the midst of a large flower garden of black roses, but there was something rather peculiar about the roses.

I walked closer and leaned towards it. That was when I saw it. There were words in black ink, written in spiral form to make roses.

"Just how many words are these?"

"A few thousand," he replied. "Is there anything you want?"

I turned to meet his eyes. "It's beautiful. Will I ever get to read them?"

"Probably not, Rox. I don't want to see fear in your eyes. "

I swallowed. "I don't think I would ever be afraid of you."

"You don't have to necessarily be afraid of me," he said, his voice a small whisper. "You are going to be afraid of the things that I am capable of feeling. The things that have run through my mind during the time you assumed us apart."

"Assumed?"

He left the door and slowly walked to me, his fingers playing around with my hair.

"Assumed."

I bit down on my lips. "Do I want to know?"

"No, you don't, sweetheart. You want to be safe with me. If anyone should be terrified of me, it should be no one in this room."

I blinked, my eyes darting across both of his. "Damien must have done some damage because I can't feel myself feeling fear. These things you keep implying, these things I see in your eyes... I get the feeling that I should be afraid, but I just can't seem to feel anything."

He smiled, pulling me into his arms, his fingers grabbing handfuls of my hair as he brought me to rest on his chest.

"It's because you are safe. You don't feel fear because you know that I would never hurt you. You don't feel fear because you are right where you belong. With me."

I closed my eyes, my hands pushing under his chest to rest on his back and feel the soft warmth of his skin on my palm.

He was right. I don't believe he would hurt me. No matter what I saw, something in his eyes made me feel completely safe. Completely at home.

"I..." I started to day, but he held me tighter.

"Just stay here," He said, adjusting my face in his chest so I could be more comfortable. "Let me hear destiny weep because it couldn't win with us. Let me hear the doors of heaven close on me because I shall continue to sin for you."

I knew what he meant by sin. I could see Damien's burnt body in my eyes, the pictures on the reports, the way he had ruined Damien and his family. And I knew he wouldn't stop.

Yet, I stayed here. Maybe I loved to hear the terrified noises of all the forces that failed against me.