Honey, I'm Home

*Sandra*

I wanted him, despite what he told me. I wanted to feel his hands on me. Here, in this greenhouse, where he made me feel alive before. He grabbed me tightly, gently placing me on the ground. “You sure you don't want me to carry you inside, where it's a bit more comfortable.” I pulled him closer to me, showing him I didnt want to wait a moment more. He ripped at my pants, and I at his. When he entered me, I instantly felt my body involuntarily arch. It was like someone shocked me from the inside, my body was electrified. The shivers in my body become intensely worse with each stroke. He leaned to my kissing me when I was already having trouble keeping my breath. “You are amazing Sandra, So very amazing.” He said huskily into my ear. I moaned out loudly, unable to make real words. He looked me in the eyes and smiled, proud of what he was doing to me. To my body, to my mind. He knew I was completely his. I looked into his eyes as well, feeling as though I had control, and he was completely mine. I looked into his eyes and saw his darkness, all of it, and I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to feel his intense power inside of me. Through all the ugly parts of this life, the one he has opened my eyes to, I wanted to be beside him. I wanted to be his queen, his wife, and his battle partner. I wanted to be as powerful and strong as he is. I knew his heart. I see it every time he looks at me. Even when he looks at his brothers. He loves them. He thinks he is this deep dark entity of evil, but he is not. He is a great force of protection. He is a guardian, an Olympian, a great champion of his people. My brain raced with thought, words I wanted to say, but all I could do was scream his name. Feel the pleasure of his hands on me, and his body buried deep into my own. I moaned louder than I had before, accepting that this was where I belonged. I showed him my own power, pushing him backwards and getting on top. Taking control and showing him how I appreciated his darkness. I brought him to his breaking point and took it for myself. Screaming and moaning along with him as we both crashed into each other.

“I love you.” I whispered softly as I tried to catch my breath. He smiled at me as he ran his thumb over my cheek. I felt tears start to stream down my cheeks. It wasn't sadness, or fear, or hurt, but a release of the joy I felt having him here with me like this. Raw and open. Not for any other reason than to be intertwined with each other. He ran his fingers down the side of my neck before wrapping his fingers around it, softly at first, but adding pressure as he stared into my eyes. He gave me a deep passionate kiss before releasing me, again leaving me to catch my breath. I watched him as we got dressed, noticing every bruise, scrap, cut, and swollen part of his battle torn body. I looked at the scars from the shooting in the Peak. I closed my eyes, blinked twelve times, and opened them again. “I love you, too, future Mrs. Smoke.” I giggled at his words. I realized I didnt really know what kind of Mrs. I would be. “What would I be? Should I not change my name? Since I will need to stay anonymous.” He looked offended, but suddenly dropped his eyes to the ground. “Joseph?” I said softly walking towards him, grabbing his hand. He looked up at me and his eyes were almost misty. He looked as though he might cry. “I want you to be my wife. I want to be your husband. I do not want to hide that.” He shook his head. “People do not know my name. They know me as Smoke. Only my inner circle, and you know me from my legal name. I want you to take my name. I just do not want you to be a target. You must be Mrs. Smoke.” He pulled me into his chest. I breathed him in. He smelled like cologne, dirt, sex, and funny enough, He smelled like smoke. I laughed again looking up at him. “Mrs. Smoke it is.” He placed his comm back in his ear as he smiled at me. When he turned it on his smile faded. He let go of me and stormed out the door without saying a word. I put my own in, turning it on quickly to find out why. I heard screaming, and someone getting very loud. It was so loud in fact that it made my ear hurt a bit. I ran towards Joseph. “What happened?” I asked mostly to the comm, but Joseph turned around. “All I heard was, she stabbed him.” I stopped and looked at him confused. This was the safehouse why would someone stab anyone here? I grabbed his arm, gave him a concerned look, and we both walked quickly into the house. Henry grabbed me as we walked in. “What?” He didnt respond to me, just kept dragging me into his kitchen. I looked around trying to take it all in. Thinking about the first time I walked in and met Henry in the kitchen. It felt like I hadn't been there since that day. They day he let me out. That day I decided to stay around, I wasnt sure why at the time, and I didnt admit it aloud, but I knew that day I wouldn't be leaving. “She stabbed Zeus.” I looked towards the office door and saw Zeus sitting on the with Mrs. Jones and a towel on his side. “Who did?” Henry ran his fingers through his hair. He looked pale, worried, and scared. That told me who did it. “Why?” He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair again. “I think he startled her; I think.” he paused when one of the security men walked past the kitchen door, “I think she thought Tanya was coming in and saw Z and freaked out.” I stood up and walked towards the office, “It will be okay.” Henry didnt look convinced. “They can't find her, she ran.” I shook my head this time. Instead of walking in the office, I headed for the hallway. “I'll find her.”

As I walked out of the kitchen, Joseph shook his head no at me. I was confused to why, but realized he could hear me through the comm. I had to start remembering the damn comms. It is amazing how much you don't notice something in your ear when you are used to it being there. “I have to find her.” I said walking past him. I thought back to when I was a prisoner here. When I was afraid. I tried to think back to where I would have hidden if I had gotten out before I knew I was the safest here. I thought of the room, the one with the locked cage door. “Is it still there, the room?” I said aloud as I walked through the halls. “No, it was dismantled after you came out of it.” Joseph answered me, he knew exactly what I was talking about. I kept walking the hallway, trying to put myself in her place. I saw a closet and opened it. She wasn't there. I walked down more hallways, and she wasn't around, anywhere, at all. I sat down in one of the hall chairs. I put my head in my hands, worried my old friend had completely lost herself. She had been through so much; she has been so broken. I was at one time. I was lost, alone, and beaten down. Joseph and these men didnt save me, but they helped me learn to save myself. They helped me learn that I was strong enough to stand tall, to overcome my abuse and torture. Luca is dead, all those men he passed her around to, were dead, but tommasso could be a good lesson for her. An effective way for her to take her control back. I started to say it into the comm, to tell Joseph that I thought I had a way to help her, when I heard a whisper from a door down the hall, “Elizabeth.”