In The Beginning, Chapter 114
I stood alone in the kitchen for a moment, feeling dejected, I cleared the table, and put away the left overs, but it didn’t take long. I found myself at the bottom of the stairs, arguing with myself, half of me wanting to at least check on him, the other half worried it would start another argument. Convincing myself I had to go up to go to bed anyway, I climbed the stairs slowly, but when I got to the top of the stairs, I couldn’t walk into our room. Swallowing my pride, I walked to the guest bedroom and knocked on the door, after a few moments without a response, I pushed the door open, and peeked inside. The bathroom door was open, and I could see steam, indicating he was still in the shower. I tiptoed into the room and over to the door, he was stood under the spray, letting it flow down his body, his hands against the tiled wall. It didn’t look like he had done anything but stand under the hot water. The shower in the guest room was far smaller than our bathroom, but watching him, the way his shoulders moved with each breath, his arms were rigid, like they were the only things keeping him upright, I made a decision. I slipped out of my clothes silently, tied my hair up to keep it dry, and climbed in behind him. He jerked his head up when he heard the shower door open, so before he could argue, I grabbed his loofah and shower gel, and began washing his back and arms.
“Charlie...” He groaned as I moved the loofah over his body, finally grabbing my hand to stop me when I tried to wash his chest and stomach. I stumbled backwards when he suddenly turned around, nearly falling out until his hand caught me, pulling me back towards him with such force I bounced off of his chest slightly, the cramped shower stall adding to our difficulty. “Are you okay?” He asked me, concerned by my almost fall.
“Yeah, I’m okay...” I replied, unable to meet his eye after his cold rebuff of my attempt to mend things.
“Why are you even here?” He asked angrily, I couldn’t help but flinch, his words could hurt me more than any cut or bruise.
“I... I just wanted to help...” I muttered, turning to leave, but his hands grabbed my hips, stopping me in my tracks.
“I hate this.” He said after a long pause. “I can’t stand being away from you, but being this close, and not being able to touch you, kiss you... it's killing me.” He admitted, as his body moved closer to mine. “Please tell me how to fix this?”
“I don’t know how!” I struggled to keep my voice steady, despite my tears. He sighed heavily and turned the water off. “I haven’t washed your hair.” I blurted, when the water stopped.
“It can wait.” He grunted, opening the glass door for me to step out first. I slid out, I wasn’t too wet, having never gotten under the spray, but I felt oddly exposed after all the animosity, so I wrapped a towel around myself. Daniel got out and wrapped a towel around his waist, his eyes avoiding me at all costs, feeling like a fool, I tried to leave, but once again his hand stopped me. “Where are you going?” He asked, finally sparing me a glance.
“To bed, I’m too tired to fight again tonight.” I replied sadly, leaving the bathroom.
“Charlie?” He called after me, but I just wanted to retreat somewhere private to let the rest of my tears out. I walked into our bedroom, and made a beeline for the bathroom, shutting the door behind me, and sinking to the floor, my arms around my knees. I don’t know how long it took for me to pull myself together, but when I finally got up and walked to the bathroom sinks, I saw the mess I was in. I rushed through my shower, hating being in there alone, and my night-time routine, brushed my teeth, even the absence of his toothbrush was heart-breaking. I walked into the bedroom, still in my towel, and nearly jumped out of my skin when I found Daniel sat on the bed. His head was in his hands.
“Daniel?” I called, when he didn’t move. I took a tentative step forward, my hand ready to shake him out of whatever trance he was in, when his head shot up.
“I don’t know what to do.” He whispered, his eyes brimming with tears. Regardless of anything else, I couldn’t stand seeing him in such pain, my body rushed to comfort him. My arms circled his neck as I pulled our bodies closer together. His arms wove themselves around me so securely I wondered for a second if he would ever let go. I held him against my chest, stroking his hair for a while, until he pressed his lips against my chest, just above my towel. My fingers became immobilised in his hair as he left a trail of hot kisses up to my neck, one of his hands kept pace with his mouth, moving up my spine as his lips ascended.
“Daniel...” I almost moaned, under his soft yet passionate kisses on my skin.
“I need you, Charlie, please?” He breathed against my skin, as my body responded automatically, my breath accelerated as his fingers slipped into my hair. His lips moved up over my jaw, his hand in my hair angling my head so he could reach my mouth, he hesitated, giving me a moment to pull away. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, his breath was hot on my skin, his hands were holding me like I was the most precious thing in the world. The moment he realised I wasn’t leaving his mouth attacked mine hungrily, his tongue dominated mine as he pulled me onto the bed. Our towels were discarded quickly as his hands and mouth stroked and caressed any skin he could reach; it was dizzying in its intensity. My breath was coming in shallow pants by the time his hand slid between my thighs, the tips of his fingers brushed my wet slit, and he groaned loudly. He suddenly disappeared from on top of me as he quickly slid down my body, positioning himself between my legs, before licking all of me.
“Daniel!” I cried loudly as he sucked on my clit, he groaned again, shoving his tongue inside me, swirling it around in a circular motion. I trembled as he moved back to my little bundle of nerves, my hands gripping the sheets as his fingers slid inside me. The fast, pumping motion of his fingers, and continual strums of his tongue to my most sensitive area had my orgasm feeling like a runaway train without breaks. It barrelled over me, making my entire body convulse with the intensity of it. “DANIEL!” I screamed as I peaked, my thighs pinning his head in place even though my head felt like it could split open from the pressure his ministrations. I slumped back, my trembling legs releasing him as they limply slid from his shoulders to the bed. My pussy was still pulsating as my orgasm ebbed, his beard tickled my skin as he kissed his way up my stomach to my breasts. His fingers, tongue and teeth teased and excited my already stiff nipples until I was mewling softly. His lips moved higher, kissing his way to my neck, his mouth wrapped around my mark as he entered me. I moaned loudly as he simultaneously sucked on my skin and moved his hips against mine, hooking the fingers of one hand under my knee, to move it higher up his hip to enter me deeper. My fingers gripped his hair, holding him in place as his rhythm became brutal in its intensity. ”Daniel!” I gasped as my orgasm began building again, his hips increasing their pace. I dragged his face to mine, aggressively capturing his mouth, he groaned again as I sucked on his tongue. His fingertips grazed my thigh as they moved up my body, his hand caressed my skin when he got to my hip. His palm moved over my ribs to my breast, cupping it and squeezing gently before pinching my nipple, my head shot back as it sent a shiver of pleasure through my body, breaking our kiss. His lips moved down my throat as I cried out, the frantic pace of his hips too much for me to handle. “Daniel! DANIEL! DANIEL!!” I screamed as my orgasm built, chanting his name like a prayer until words failed me.
“Charlie!” He cried out as he thrust me over the edge, every muscle in my body felt like it was contracting of its own accord, my limbs shaking. “Charlie...” He almost whispered in my ear, as he reached his own release, and my pussy milked him of every last drop. His forehead rested on my shoulder as we both tried to catch our breaths. “I love you, so much.” He murmured, his lips moving to my skin, sending everything he was feeling freely through the bond, the tears started falling before I could stop them. His head shot up to look at my face, which I instantly covered with my hands, wanting to run away and hide my pain and not ruin the moment. “Charlie...?” He tried to comfort me, but obviously couldn’t find the words. “Please talk to me? Scream at me, anything but this, please?” He begged while I tried to stifle my sobs. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry... please Charlie?”
“How could you not know it wasn’t me?” I finally asked the question that had been haunting me since that day in the office. “I knew something wasn’t right the moment I saw you... how could you not realise it wasn’t me?” I sobbed, neither of us said anything or moved for several seconds, that felt like minutes.
“Have you ever heard of chemical mimicry?” He asked me softly.
“No, but it seems pretty self-explanatory.” I sniffed, wiping my tears and trying to control my breathing.
“After you killed... it, I had Ethan perform an autopsy, but it was really a dissection... I told you I wanted to find the source of its ability, and he did. It had extremely large apocrine glands, they’re responsible for producing pheromones. Ethan thinks it could use pheromones to attract and disable its prey, like a female Bolus spider... He’s working on ways to reduce its impact should we run into any of its children, but it’s complicated.” He admitted, shifting our positions so he could hold me against his chest.
“It still doesn’t explain everything.” I muttered lowly.
“Like what?” He asked, stroking my skin softly, making it goosebump under his fingertips, he pulled me closer, mistaking it for chills rather than the effect he had on me, and pulled the covers over me protectively.
“Like you thinking I would ever wear anything the skanky slut was wearing? How did she even get in to see you dressed like that!? And that god awful dye job? Really?” I asked, feeling a combination of anger, disgust and outrage.
“I... I have no answer for that.” He tried not to chuckle.
“She was in thigh high leather boots, a mini skirt and a corset for fuck’s sake!” I snapped, getting angry, granted she had worn a blazer with it, but she had looked like she belonged on a street corner, not in a CEO’s office.
“Would you like to implement a dress code for anyone entering my office?” He asked, I turned to face him, to tell him to stop being ridiculous, but he was watching me without a hint of anything but sincerity.
“You’re noy being serious!?” I cried incredulously.
“If it makes you feel better, why not?” He asked softly, and I found myself staring at him in disbelief.
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