Halcyon

Part 41

Halcyon's POV.

I don't know why I did it, but I know for sure I'm not apologizing for it. He turns back to me half his face now turning red and we stand watching each other.

Every emotion he ever made me feel is burning in me right now, pain, anger, fear, disgust, embarrassment, everything. I can't even begin to express just what I'm feeling.

It's burning in the tips of my fingers, tickling my the bones in me, throbbing through the hand I hit him with. His jaw clenches and I can no longer see through the rage.

I take on step towards him them throw myself at him, my body slams into his as I wrap my arms around his neck burying my face into his skin. "I'm so glad your back." I choke out with tears.

He clings onto me taking my legs off the ground and he walks us back in, this is nothing like the first time I hugged him, back when I was ill and he took care of me. This time he hugs me back.

He's finally back. I've been dreading this moment, the day he'll come back and I'll just run back into his arm, exactly like I'm doing now. I'm too fragile by his absence to do anything else.

"I'm not going anywhere," he breaths in my ear, "not until I let you know before this time." He pick my up and I straddle him locking my legs behind him. I keep close but lift my head to meet his eyes. God how I've missed those honey brown eyes.

Keeping an arm around him I take my other and cup the side I slapped him. Kate advised me to hate him when he came back, or at least put up a front that I do, but being here and seeing him again.

I run my hand in the back of his hair then smash our lips together, I just want to make sure I'm not dreaming or hallucinate his return.

He kicks my door shut before moving us to the couch. He takes me there again, back to the bliss of the first time he went down on me. The euphoria blinds me and I can't even make out my own works.

Instead of having me on my back like the first time, when he rubs onto my core with his shaft he has me on top straddling him, he tells me just how pretty I look on him and just how much he's missed seeing my flushed cheeks.

That was intense. I don't mind the fake sex, at least that's what I call it, maybe he has his reasons to why he hasn't actually penetrated in me yet, either way it doesn't bother me.

"Here you go," I hand him the coffee I went to make and he leans forward taking it from me, I go back grabbing my own and place myself on the carpet close to him. With the tip of my finger I run circles around the hilt of my mug. "So how was it? The trip I mean."

"I was always pulled into one meeting after another, the second I could I downed as much bourbon as I could." He pauses as my circle slow.

"And the city itself?" I pick my mug up taking a sip as well as stealing a glance at him, his eyes are already on me.

"It's hot, pretty hard to keep a suit on all day but it's beautiful." I nod putting the mug down. The heavy hurdle of his leave still hangs in the air, especially how I slapped him first thing. "You're still angry with me."

I smile to myself before throwing all my hair behind my shoulders. "I'm not angry." I stare at my cup.

"You won't even look at me."

"Tamir," I don't even know what to say to him. You messed up! How you gonna give me the cold shoulder like that! Why would you show up here, why after two whole weeks? Do you even know how you feel about me? You're so unpredictable! "All is forgiven." I keep the war inside. "It's okay."

"The last time you said that, you gave me one hell of a right hook." I can tell it was meant to make me laugh but the best I can do is bring out a faint smile.

"I...I don't know what to say to you anymore," my waterline is already stinging and I haven't even started. "Every time I try...you constantly push me away...It's just so hard to keep up with you sometimes. I just-I want you to know...the things you say," I look up, "and the things you don't say, it still hurts."

I hear him put his cup down the he's sitting on his kneels to get on the same level as me. "I'll do better." Three words I never thought he'll actually ever say to me, I pick my head up to meet his eyes. He raises a hand then places it on my head, he pats my head, once, twice, a third time. "You're such a crybaby."

"Shut up." I wipe under my eyes.

"Let me make it up to you," he strokes my hair back, "a dinner?"

"As in...a formal date?" Is he making this official?

"A formal date. You in a pretty dress, me in a suite."

"You're always in a suit." I shrug smiling up at him. "What's different about his suit?" Right now, he's in his white business shirt, all the buttons are undone and it's not tucked like it was when he arrived. His tux is somewhere, as well as his tie and belt, his trousers hang only on the support of his V line.

"You'll pick it, and I'll pick your dress." His hand drops to my back. "Sound good to you?" I nod. "This Saturday, I'll have your dress sent to you and you can organize yourself with Kent one of these days."

"Okay," I agree. His lips make me want more of him, but her pulls away leaving a kiss on my forehead before standing, I watch him adjust himself then buttons his shirt. "Can't you...can't you stay?"

"I want to my love," he tucks his shirt in, "but business waits for no one." He finds his belt before picking his tux up, I finally stand just as he pulls out his gun and checks to see if it's full then clicks it back. "I'll make time for you," he finds his shoes. How is he finding things so fast?!

He's by the door with me following him and he turns. "What about your tie?" I point out.

"Keep it." He shrugs. I step forth pulling him into a hug in which he hugs me back before looking up. I tip toe meeting his lips making it long and soft. He pulls away and I let him leave, at least he came back to me.