Something Different

Sunday

18+ ONLY: for sexual content. CW: fear/primal/knife/blood play, knife play.

This morning, I'm not the first one to wake up.

Before I even open my eyes I can feel DZ's gaze on my face. I keep my eyes closed and angle my head down into the pillow. Great. Morning breath.

"Good morning, pet."

I grumble into the pillow. Five more minutes, please.

"It's time to start the day. Remember, I have to take you home this evening. Don't you want to hear what I have planned for today?" I give my body a quick once-over. My legs are sore, my thighs are sore, and so is... well, pretty much everything else. But then I think about the past two nights, and my head jolts up. I guess I can handle another day.

"OK, OK, just..." I look over and fully take in his appearance for the first time this morning. He's reclining on the bed, propping his head up with one hand while the other lazily traces spirals in the sheets. White eyes half-lidded like a cat's, bathing in the sunshine trickling in through the bedroom curtains. Mouth half open as though he's scenting the air for something; upper fangs creating tiny dimples in his lower lip when he smirks. Sunlight dappling his ivory skin, creating shadows against the muscles on his lean frame. The occasional emphasized vein that makes me want to jump him then and there. The bony hip with a diagonal line leading below the waistline of his pants. 

It takes me a full three seconds to pull my eyes away and close my jaw. "...just let me run to the bathroom. Is what I was going to say." A low chuckle sounds from the bed as I walk down the hall to freshen up.

*****

I decide to take a long shower. I don't want to miss any opportunity to spend time with DZ, but I don't want to crowd him, either. Despite him being able to read my desires instantly, I have a hard time picking up on what he wants for himself and he'd never tell me outright. I crank up the scalding hot water and watch it turn my skin bright red. The steam is pleasantly cloying, and I can feel my sinuses clear. I close my eyes and roll my neck in a wide circle across both shoulders, letting the water drum a heavy, incessant pattern against my skull. There are some points on my body where the hot water stings--it takes me a second to realize that it's bite marks and bruises. I smile to myself, remembering their origins.

"So this is why you're taking so long. You're using up the whole town's hot water supply." 

I flinch so hard I ram my elbow into the tile wall and let out a thin stream of curses before responding. "Jesus, DZ, give a girl a warning." I pull the shower curtain back an inch. "What do you want?" He's leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, ever-present smirk widening.

"A show. Curtain, please." 

I stare at him ruefully. "Are you serious?"

"When have you known me not to be serious? You're mine. There's no reason I shouldn't be able to watch if I want to. And I do." 

I roll my eyes but pull the shower curtain to one side and angle the showerhead so water doesn't splash out. The rest of my shower is a blur, as I can barely focus on getting clean with his eyes on my body. The dirty thoughts racing through my mind certainly aren't helping with feeling "clean", either. I fumble through the rest of my shower quickly and turn the knob until the overhead water becomes a drip, drip, drip in the silence.

"Towel, please?" I hold out a hand towards him nervously. Eyes focused somewhere lower on my body than my face--honestly I'm having a hard time figuring it out myself--, he pushes himself off the wall and crosses the room in a single step. Even with me a couple inches higher since I'm standing in the tub, he's still taller than me. I clear my throat and try again. "...towel? Please?"