When Blue Descends

CHAPTER 31 (PART 2)

"Khatalina, stop me... or else I won't be able to stop myself to do things to you that we both might regret," he whispered out of breath.

I bit my lips as it sends shivers to my whole body. He waits for my response but I cannot manage to stop biting my lips. I heard him snicker as he put his thigh between my legs and leans his cheek against my cheek. I can feel that his breathing is still out of its normal phase with his chest moving up and down.

"Khat..." He uttered as he brings his lips to my earlobe and play with it with his tongue making me grip onto his arms.

He then runs his fingers to my arms up to the strap of my dress and taps it letting it fall from my shoulder.

He stops playing with my earlobe and looks at me. I then looked into his eyes full of passion and respect. His cheeks, ears, and lips are all ruddy. I can tell that he's having a hard time restraining. 

I lift my hand and reach out for his warm red cheeks just like mine. My heart is still beating fast as if it wants to destroy its ribcage. I still want to feel his soft lips.

I bring my lips once again to his. This time, the kiss is more passionate and better than my first kiss. The feeling of his tongue playing with mine gives pleasure to my body that I know would lead to something I am not ready for. But whether it is the lust or the alcohol that's pushing me to keep playing with him makes me feel there's nothing wrong with what we're doing.

Even though he's not even my boyfriend...

He then reaches out for both of my hands and brings them to the buttons of his uniform without breaking the intense kiss almost making my lips feel numb. I then started unbuttoning his uniform as I stopped kissing him and almost forgot to breathe as I laid my eyes on his torso revealing his now unbuttoned uniform.

I adored his burly torso with his abs placed perfectly making me bite my lip for who knows how many times I did today. I then catch his small smirk as he watches my reaction. He holds my hand and puts my palm on his collarbone. His Adam's apple moves up and down when I started pressing my index finger gently against his skin and was about to move down to his abdomen when I flinched because his phone rang.

"Tsk," he utters as he reaches out to his phone in his pocket. I then revoke my hand and cover my face as I feel it getting warm and the awkwardness is starting to sink in me.

"Yeah, don't call me again," I heard him demand making me titter seeing his frustration showing on his face. My eyes then lowered down to his pants as I noticed his growing bulge.

I shut my eyes closed and brush my hair up. I then look away and stand. I decided to go to the comfort room and went straight in front of the mirror.

I then look at my reflection. The strap of my dress is not hanging on my shoulder and instead on my arm. My lips are all ruddy and plump and my cheeks are blushing. My hair is a little messy and my neck has three hickeys on it.

"Oh, s**t," I utter as I remember that I didn't bring any concealer or makeup tonight.

I don't have anything to cover the hickeys he made.

"Don't cover it"

Nagulat naman ako nang marinig iyong boses niya at makita siyang nakasandal at nakahalukipkip sa pintuan. His eyes then scanned me from top to bottom.

"People will see this," I said as I look at how red the hickeys are.

"S-sorry," he said making me look at him with furrowed brows.

"I enjoyed it, no sorry," I said making him blush even more and scratch his lips with fingers covering his smile.

He then stands straight and walks in my direction. He stops behind me and looks at our reflection in the mirror. He lifts both of his hands and reaches out to my hair. He then played with my hair until it looks like in a messy bun.

"Then show it to people," he muttered as he brings his lips to my cheeks.

I then smiled and tittered.

"Are you just influenced by alcohol or do you have feelings for me and acting like that?"

We both stopped smiling as soon as those words come out of my lips.

"Well, you don't have to answer it," I said as I heard my phone's ringtone go off.

I hurriedly walk out of the comfort room and look for my phone and the caller. It is Eedrix.

"Eedrix?"

"Oh, you're still awake?" He asked.

"No, you're part of my dreams," I answered sarcastically as I look at Jaxen who's walking out of the comfort room while buttoning his uniform up. I then avoided looking at him as I somehow find it attractive.

Eedrix then laughs on the other line.

"Wala, gusto lang kita kamustahin..." Saad niya.

Napangiti naman ako at mahinang napatawa.

"Ang gara mo rin, ano? Mangangamusta ka, gabi?"

"Syempre, 'babe' kita, hindi ba? Late-night talk!" Banat pa niya.

"Baliw," saad ko nalang saka muling napalingon kay Jaxen na panay kain ng grapes sa couch at inom noong whiskey.

"Oh, nga pala, hindi ba't kahapon iyong proposal mo? Kumusta? Nako, paniguradong tinanggap, ano?! Galing mo pa naman!" Natutuwa niyang bulalas.

"Yeah, I'll tell you next time what happened," Sagot ko nalang saka nagpaalam na sa kaniya at nagpalusot ako na may gagawin pa ako.

Agad kong ibinaba iyong phone ko sa lamesa saka napabuntong hininga at naglakad papalapit sa glass wall saka isinandal ang pareho kong kamay rito.

"You have good tattoos," Jaxen commented when he probably noticed my small Chinese calligraphy tattoo on my back. 

I didn't respond to his comment as I suddenly remember why I am here drinking alone. I took a deep sigh and close my eyes shut. I want to cry. Badly. But I just can't. I can't cry anymore.

Is age the reason why the CLAW didn't show up yesterday? Is that again the problem? Isn't it enough that I am almost on top? Or are they threatened that I am planning on taking their spot?

I titter faintly at my last thought.

"Impossible. I'm way far from their level," I whispered to myself as I lean my head against the glass wall.

I then felt a huge warm hand on my shoulder.

"You're strong. Whatever it is, I'm sure you can get through it," he said.

I then stand properly and faced him.

"The CLAW didn't show up in our meeting yesterday," I said looking straight into his eyes as I feel like I should at least tell someone what happened.

A confused look registered on his face which I didn't expect. I expect him to feel sorry for me just like what some gave me the look yesterday when I came back to the office.

"Is that why you're drinking?" He asked as he pulls my shoulder and hug me that catching me off guard.

I then hugged him back as I feel that there's something that touched my heart. I smelled his perfume with his scent which somehow relaxed my nerves.

I then slowly nod my head as a response to his question.

"What are you gonna do now?" He asked.

I then shake my head as I excape from his hug and took the glass of whiskey on his hand.

"May klase tayo bukas," paalala niya na tinawanan ko lang saka naglakad pabalik sa couch saka kinuha iyong isang remote saka itinutok sa television at nag-play ng mystery-thriller movie.

"Ikaw rin naman may klase bukas," utal ko nang kunin niya sa akin iyong baso niya at lagyan niya ulit iyon ng alak.

"You're a heavy drinker, huh?" He said as he put the whiskey bottle on the table.

"Not really, I barely drink--"

"You barely drink? Come on, you're probably in a party once every week," putol niya sa sasabihin ko na ikinataas ko naman ng kilay.

"Stalker much?" Biro ko saka kumuha noong grape at isinubo it. He then smiled as he put his gaze back to the television.

I then reach out to the menu board and stands looking at the snacks we can eat while drinking. My eyes then darted on the clock. It's already 8 o'clock evening. I pick up the vintage telephone and dialed the number on the menu board and told the employee to bring us some snacks.

It didn't take that long for an employee to come in bringing a cheeseboard and nack mixes with pretzels, sesame sticks, rye chips, and peanuts that are perfect snacks for what we are drinking.

I focused on the movie but can't help but feel a little tension between us as he sits close to me with his leg resting on top of his lap. Whiskey on his right hand and a pretzel between his thumb and index finger currently putting it in his mouth. I looked at my glass of whiskey and decided to drink it all up and count that as my last glass or else I might feel worse tomorrow.

"If you already felt the pleasure, why stop it?"

Napalingon naman ako kay Jaxen na napaubo at mukhang nabilaukan sa nginunguya niya matapos sabihin ng isa sa mga karakter iyong linya. Hindinko naman mapigilang mapangisi at hinayaan lang siyang mag-panic na kuhanin iyong whiskey niya at inuminbito na parang tubig. Ibinalik ko naman ang atensyon sa palabas.

"Because it is illegal--"

"You know that's the sweetest part, right? It is an illegal pleasure, bad but it just feels so good!" the murderer said with a pure deadpan expression on his face and followed by his maniac laughing.

"I agree," Jaxen suddenly utter with a faint smile on his lips as he bit into a pretzel.

I bit my tongue trying not to react and smile but he saw that my face are getting warm and ruddy making him laugh. I then smiled looking at his joyous image.

I noticed that he's always by my side when I need company which made me appreciate him even though we're still in a competition in school. Even though he come here mad at me for not responding to his questions and being present today in school, things turned out better than what I expected I will do in this bar that I just bought impulsively hours ago.

I thought that I will just be here alone listening to music while getting drunk and will wake up late tomorrow passed out on the couch or something. Well, that's what happened earlier--I did dance and drink, but I did not expect anyone specifically him to be here. He doesn't talk about my problems or ask me about those whenever he will see me as problematic which I like because I don't usually want to talk about my problems. I just don't want people caught up on my problems. As long as I can fix my problems, I don't want to talk about them.

It is not because I don't trust the people who care about me but I just hate the feeling of them feeling bad for what I am experiencing. I don't want them to feel burdened by the number of problems I have.

I know people coming in times of problem is inevitable and I cannot just push them away as I know they care about me and wants me to feel better.

I look at him again. Why does he always come to me in perfect timing when I don't feel good? Whenever I have dilemmas? Whenever I need help? Whenever I am alone? Whenever do I feel like everything is going heavy? He always comes even if it is not for specific urpose of making me feel alright.

His timing is always on point...