The sigh the came from her lips wrote everything as she sat at the bar sipping on her beverage. The way her eyes scan the group of people around her said everything about them with their postures. It was a grim night in this hell hole and the only way to free herself from it for now was to find a one night stand. The almost full drink seemed to be hitting the spot well enough to spring her into the mood to dance. So she finished it and jumped up. Her smile seemed to only cover up her true feelings for a moment. She normally chose older men to dance with, but tonight he seemed to choose her. His emerald eyes seemed to see into her grey ones. She smiled as the music gently played in the background. All these men seemed to want was sex. Except for him. He just wanted to dance.
He played along with her game. Initiating small talk long enough for her to sink into his charm. Her silver eyes dancing along his. This was a night of passion. Only for him to remember. Their body's held eachother till the moment he led her to his house. He knew what she wanted but wasnt going to give it to her. She needed someone to just give her a moment without hatred for herself. And he knew she hated herself everytime she woke up in someone else's bed naked.
He helped her lay down and talked to her as she slowly fell in and out of conciousness. She had several drinks that night none that she seemed to pay for. She was the queen of fuckups and she needed to know what to do with herself.
The male walked into the living room when she finally fell asleep. "Finally..." he groaned rubbing his temples.
This night could be worse he could have seen her dead... or worse crying in an alleyway. The hungry eyes of the other men apon her made him notice her uncomfortable demeanor. Once she got drunk it was whomever got to her first. It just so happened he did. He seen her dead in a vision, and he knew he had to help her. If she wasn't killed by some monster of a man then it would be by her own hands.
Her red hair shimmered under the light of the club. It was like she put him in a trance when they were in the club. Now that she is asleep in his bed he just had to make sure she stayed out of trouble. Even if it means he had to break a few people in the process.
Something in him seems to fall for her charm yet when she nearly cried as he took her home he knew she wasnt one to do something like a one night stand for fun.
He sighed grabbing his cover and pillow from a closet set in the corner of the living room and layed on the couch. The red of the cover filled with cotton seem to glow in the lime light, soon he was asleep. He had another vision that night only this time it was of him holding her. He never seemed to waver from the need to protect her in this vision and it seems to show.
Suddenly he was awoken by the sunlight and the smell of food. God it smells amazing. Freshly made bacon and sausage, with a 2 cooked eggs sunny side up sound amazing to him. The smell of coffee seem to also give him the want to sit up.
"Good morning..." a sweet voice greets him as he sits up.
"Good morning..." he answers her like he's already used to her being in the house everyday. "What time is it?" He asks knowing it's probably 8am
"7:45" she replies, her voice seems to be softly caressing his ears as he stood up slowly walking to the stool at the counter. "According to the calendar there you have to leave for work at 10, and I'll be leaving soon... so I thought it would be nice to at least make you breakfast before I leave..."
"You going to eat?" The male asks instinctively.
"I can but it's much to early for me..." she replies. She was starving it had been 3 days since she ate and it was soon to be four.
"Eat..." the male orders looking at her as she sat some coffee in front of him.
"Fine..." her reply was gently and almost inaudible. Yet when he looked at her he could see she was homeless based on her clothes. Yet she has some money. She soon has breakfast finished and is plateing the food. Sitting beside him she slowly ate some food. He watched her and how she tried to be polite. This made him upset, yet he refused to show it.
"The name is Adrien..." he said taking a bite of the bacon sitting on his plate.
"I... I'm Fiona." She replies her words seemed to stay quite calm. He smiled seeing as he finally got the name of the person who he allowed to sleep in his bed. Normally he wouldn't allow anyone to sleep in his bed but last night was different. He felt a connection to her, and he wasn't going to let another man's filthy hands ruin her body.
"You can stay here if you'd like.." the words came out before he could even think.
"I..."
"Its no big deal you seem to need a place to stay..." he butt in before she could say anything.
"I thank you, but..."
"It won't burden me any. I kind of need the company..." he smiled as she finished her plate.
"I... um... sure..." she finally let out before he could butt in again. Her words seem to curl themselves in the slightest way. That's when he started noticing her accent. She was a country girl. And she seems to get easily caught up in her emotions too well. She was thinking.
"There are some clothes that might fit you in the guest room they used to belong to my sister..." Adrien smiled, "I'll show you where they are before I leave." He finishes his coffee. "If your uncomfortable being alone just call me," he hands her a note with his phone number before heading to the bathroom.
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Note: he hates sleeping in the guest bedroom as it is the place his sister died. So he avoids talking about it until she agrees to stay in the lonely house of his
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Silver And Emerald
General FictionAdrien sat down beside her and the began to talk. He had felt comfortable around her and gave her trust the minute he sat down. His black hair ruffled as she smiled to him. He felt like she deserved the world as she listened to him. Her responses th...
