Fear

s i x t e e n ☾ death, & everything in between

Lachlan

Her heart slowed as she went limp against me. Fuck. My suspicions were answered; something was different about her, something that caused her to be able to feel pleasure the same way I did. She wasn't supposed to feel the same things I did, her body wasn't supposed to be able to withstand it. And judging by her passing out only a few seconds after I started, she couldn't handle it. I retracted my nails from the back of her neck, laid her on her side and went to her bathroom.

She wasn't scared of me. My heart flooded with joy. I didn't want her to be scared of me, she had no reason to be. I wet a washcloth with warm water and walk back to her room over to where she laid passed out. I wanted to laugh. I barely had to touch her to make her go mad. I wipe the blood off the back of her neck, running my finger over the fresh puncture wounds. After I wipe most of the blood off, I go back to her bathroom in search of a first aid kit or antiseptic. Finding it thrown haphazardly under the sink, I take it back out, finding Margot already stirring awake.

She sat up, looking like she just woke up from a year long nap, and looked at me in confusion, "What happened?"

"You-, passed out." I say simply, wondering if I should give her the details on why exactly.

"Yeah... It was too much," She mumbled, shyly.

Her towel had become loose during the whole ordeal, showing significantly more skin than when she first walked out. I sat behind her, moving the hair that moved over her neck. Her skin was hot to the touch, steaming. It shouldn't have been.

"You're simmering," I whisper.

"Will it ever stop?" She asks, shuddering.

Beads of sweat balled on the back of her neck, and I gently pulled her hair up into an impromptu ponytail, my hand being its hair tie.

"I saw you had a bathtub. An ice bath will help speed up the process."

"You'll see me naked?" She asks silently.

I shake my head, "If you're not comfortable with it, no. I can look away while you get in. But I'd like to stay with you, if that's okay with you,"

"I'd like that." She whispers.

I stand up, offering my hand which she willingly accepts. Fixing her towel, I wipe a damp piece of hair from her forehead.

"Run your bath, lukewarm temperature. Does your building have an ice machine?" I ask.

She nods, "On the first floor, ask a doorman."

"I'll get some. Be in the tub when I get back, ya?" I tell her, kiss her forehead.

She nods and smiles at me. I leave her room, then her apartment in search of the ice room. She was right, the room had two large freezers thankfully filled with bags of ice.

$2 a bag Read the large sign on the front. Deciding to get three bags, I pull out ten bucks and hand it to the young guy working at the front desk.

"Keep the change." I mutter, faintly catching his excited smile.

He couldn't have been older than fifteen.

I walk back to Margot's apartment lugging the three bags with me. They weren't heavy, so it wasn't hard, but they were cold. The short elevator ride gave me some time to reflect. What was Margot.

The bell dings signaling I made it to her floor, and I pick the bags up again, walking the shirt trip to her door. Hers was the only one with a "Welcome!" mat in front of it, and I smiled down at it as I walked through. I locked the door, walking back to her room. I knock on her bathroom door, "Margot?"