How fucking dare he come in here and do this, then act completely unaffected?
If all the romcoms I’ve read have taught me anything, it’s that dressing for revenge is not the smartest move. But I never said I was smart. What I am is desperate. I need to make him as stupid as he’s made me.
It’s cold as all hell today, so I can’t go around in summer clothes, but I can still make a statement. I slap on winged eyeliner and mascara, play up the arches of my brows, and smear on a little lip gloss. While I love a full face of makeup, I do not have the presence of mind for that today.
I opt with a little black high-waisted midi skirt with a slit up one leg and a slouchy, ultra-soft pink sweater that hangs off one shoulder, tucking in the sweater to show off my narrow waist and curvy hips. I stand for a long while debating between my sets of tights, but settle on my favorite set of floral fishnets. The idea of walking around town in heels makes me want to die, so I grab my tried and true knee-high boots and call it good.
As I leave my room, Caspian exits the spare across the hall and freezes. His eyes drop first to the bit of skin between my boots and skirt, licking his lower lip and pulling it into his mouth. Then his eyes slowly rise back up, landing on my bare collarbone and shoulder before meeting my eyes. “I love the modern world,” he says to himself, and I internally pat myself on the back for that one.
“You ready?” I ask, feigning nonchalance. He looks so goddamn fine I have to hold back from giving him the same indecent perusal he gave me. For not being from this time, he has great taste. Black henley rolled up to his elbows, dark jeans, and a pair of gnarly-looking combat boots.
“I am. You look lovely,” he pauses, then continues, “It occurred to me that I do not have any currency for the services we will be needing while I am here.”
“Well, yeah. You’ll probably eventually want to get a job. But for now, I can take care of it.” A job? Do demons need jobs? I mean they’d probably have to, right?
“You would use your own money to help me? Why?” he seems genuinely confused.
“Because the other option is you stealing again,” I tease and raise one brow.
He smiles at me, the look laced with teasing condescension, “Let’s not kid ourselves. I absolutely will be using my abilities to acquire things. I will not allow you to spend an exorbitant amount on me, and it would appear that clothing is far more expensive than it ought be.”
“No. You can’t just go around stealing from people,” I can’t believe I have to explain this.
“And why not?” he laughs.
“Because it’s… it’s wrong.” I start walking away from him down the stairs.
“Wrong? I have body parts in your freezer butstealinggoes against your morals?” I gag at the reminder.
“No. That’s wrong too. I just…” I don’t know why this seems worse. “I can’t prevent what’s already happened, but maybe I can stop you from doing… more bad stuff.” Gathering my bag, I start towards the door with him only steps behind me.
“You are attempting to impose your mortal ethics on me.” He gently grabs my elbow, turning me towards him. Gaze locked on mine, he continues, “Do not make the mistake of thinking me like you. I am not mortal, and your treatment and expectation of me as such will only be to your own detriment.”
That’s very ominous.All I can do in response is nod.
His serious expression instantly lifts, “Splendid. Let’s go rob some mortals.”
Welcome to the 21st Century
Caspian
Bel can deny our connection all she likes; her actions prove otherwise.
There I was in the room she allowed me to reside in, using the shower she had shown me. I knew she was awake, but with everything that has happened to her in the last couple of days, I wanted to grant her a reprieve to think through all she’s witnessed.
Imagine my surprise when through the walls a muffled moan escapes my little dove. She tried so hard to keep herself quiet, but there was no denying what she was doing. I’m certain that if my shower had not been so loud, I would have been able to hear the lewd sounds of her fingers working her to rapture. As it was, I had to fill in the blanks between her sighs and moans, followed by little cries of relief when she finally reached her peak.
Initially, I cursed her timing. Had she waited five more minutes, I could have stood in the hallway and soaked up every blissful second. But, upon further thinking, being in a place where I could easily take care of my rapidly growing erection worked in my favor.
As soon as she started making those exquisite sounds in earnest, I wrapped my lathered hand around myself and stroked to the rhythm she set for us. The desperate sounds she made urged me to fuck my hand faster and harder, squeezing until it was nearly painful.
After yesterday’s teasing and now this, it did not take long for me to paint the shower walls with my spend, allowing myself one small groan. Finally having the release I had been craving, I quickly rinsed myself, threw on a pair of pants, and headed down the stairs, hoping to prepare Bel’s food and coffee before she finished her own shower.
When she pranced down the stairs with her cosmetic-free face and curling rods atop her head, she looked so cute and flushed with pleasure I could not help but tease her. Perhaps I pushed too far if her ire is any indication, but it was worth it. The pink that bloomed across her cheeks, turning her freckles into stars, will be burned into my head for all eternity.
Then she dared to walk out in clothing seemingly designed to make me weak. She’s not playing fair, and there will be consequences for that. Later. For now, she’s showing me the utmost kindness by taking me out into the world to retrieve the items I require.
Walking a few steps behind her, her swaying hips acting like magnets for my eyes, I nearly run into another person in the hallway. I mutter a quick apology and speed up so I may walk side by side with her.
