We Live Forever

Chapter 9: A House Is Not A Home

Crimson's POV:

I slowly started to wake up and looked around. We were in an unfamiliar-looking town. There was a thick layer of bright white snow covering every surface. I saw a sign at a park we drove past.

"Dundee Illinois, Population 70,000"

"Hank, where are we?"

"Somewhere safe."

I look over and see Hank clutching the wheel extra tight. The veins in his hands are more pronounced than usual. 

"Love? Everything alright?"

"I don't want to be here, but we're out of options."

I decided to just leave it. He'll talk when he's ready. 

A Few Minutes Later

We drove up the long driveway of a large old, brick, colonial-style house. The walls were covered in moss and vines in a somewhat classy way. Where are we?

Hank stopped the car and we stepped into the frigid winter air. I looked down and noticed his hands were shaking a bit. I reached over and got one of his hands in mine, he ran his thumb over my knuckles. 

We reached the door and Hank carefully removed the mailbox from the wall. He turned it around and took off the key attached to the back. He set the mailbox back in its place. He slipped the key into the lock and unlocked the door, then gently pushed it open. 

I followed Hank's lead through the large house. The walls of the house were lined with photos of a couple together over the course of many years. They look somewhat familiar, but I can't place them. 

We reached the living room and Hank took a seat on the couch. I sat down next to him and awkward tension filled the room. Hank sighed and reached down and opened up the drawer in the coffee table. He delicately pulled out a framed photo and set it on the coffee table. 

In the photo was the couple on either side of... a young Hank. He stood there in his cap and gown with a certificate in his hands. No one was smiling. 

"This is my house."

"Why did they hide your photo?"

"They're disgusted by me."

"But you're perfect."

Hank leaned toward me and delicately wrapped his arms around me. I gently held him while he started to cry. 

"It's okay, just let it all out."

That did it. He began to properly cry. I did my best to reassure him. I gave him all the time he needed. 

After a while, he pulled away and I looked into his puffy red eyes and he gave me a small smile. I reached forward and let my hand rest on his face, feeling the rough texture of his beard. He leaned in my touch.

"Sorry about the beard, I kind of lost myself without you."

"Don't worry about it love, it'll keep you nice and warm out here. And I kind of like it..."

"Is that so?"

"Yes Bones"

Hank let out a groan and rubbed his face down his face. 

"You're never gonna let that go, are you?"

"Never, Bones, never."

"I suppose we should probably discuss the whole being on the run and being in danger thing."

"Do we have to do that right now? I'm very tired..."

"You were just asleep!"

"And?"

"Nothing my love, let's get some rest."

Hank stood up and quickly scooped me up off the couch. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck. He carried me up the stairs and suddenly stopped in front of a bathroom.

"Fancy a shower?"

"Like a shower or you know a 'shower'?"

"A regular ol' shower"

"Yes please, I need to wash this coma off me."

"That's a sentence I never thought I'd hear."

Hank set me down in the bathroom and turned on the shower. The shower itself was exceptionally large, with glass walls that left nothing to the imagination. 

Even after several years I was still transfixed watching Hank undress. He forcibly pulled his shirt out of his pants, revealing a quick glimpse of his stomach. He unbuttoned each button on his shirt showing off more and more of his torso. My eyes locked onto the trail of hair that went down below the waistband of his pants. I finally looked up and found Hank watching me with a smirk. 

"You've seen me naked how many times and you're still starring?"

"You're intoxicating, my love"

"The feeling is quite mutual, darling"

I broke eye contact and focused on undressing myself. When I finally looked back up Hank was naked and stepping into the shower. I followed him and let the warm water wash over my exposed body. I noticed Hank looking down at the stitches on his chest. 

"Did I do this?"

"No, no you didn't."

"How do you-"

"Tomorrow."

"I need to get these stitches out."

Hank started to uncomfortably paw at his chest. It was clearly bothering him. 

"You're not taking them out yourself, I'll do it once we're done here."

"Deal."

A Few Minutes Later

I convinced Hank to sit down on the bed while I grabbed the scissors from the first aid kit. Tension was evident on Hank's body, I don't think he trusts me to do this. I decided to mess with him a little bit. 

I carefully straddled him, wrapping my legs completely around him. I precisely cut the stitch and delicately pulled the stitch out of his skin. Hank started to adjust his hips below me. 

I grabbed a cotton ball and poured a little bit of rubbing alcohol on it. I touched it to his wound to clean it up. Hank moaned out in pain and I felt his body arch. 

I grabbed a large bandage and carefully placed it on his chest. I felt something start to poke my thigh. 

"You're so easy, Hank"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and started to kiss him deeply. He kissed back with a deep level of passion. He slowly moved back until he was on his back and I was on top of him. I gently bit his lower lip and he whined.

He pushed me ever so slightly off of him. A look of lust and hunger covered his face. 

"Tomorrow. I need more energy to do what I want to do to you."

"Tomorrow it is."

Author's Note:

I think you know where this is about to go. 

Sorry for taking longer to update, yesterday was my birthday and I didn't get any time to write. 

Thank you all!