Phoenix's Revenge

24.

SMUT

Nikolai POV

We stand there with shocked expressions on our faces before I bend and pick her up. Her body instinctively curls into mine and I can't help the warm feeling that spreads through me. I walk into my old room and set her on the bed.

There's cuts lining her arms, most likely from blocking knives, and her body is covered in blood. I can't distinguish which of it came from her and which of it came from whoever she was fighting.

I sigh and get the med kit. I carefully clean the cuts, bandaging as I go. She starts to stir as I finish.

I look up at her face.

Beautiful.

I'm pissed.

Stunning.

Fuck.

Her eyes slam open as she bolts straight up, swinging a nasty blade that she grabbed from her pocket. I dodge it and grab her arm.

"Phoenix! Stop!" I yell attempting to get her out of her trance. She drops the knife and rubs her eyes with shaky hands. I stand there unsure of what to do. She left me. Does she still want my comfort?

All the sudden, her eyes do a double take at me as pure relief floods her face. She leaps into my arms and wraps her arms tightly around my neck. She buries her face and sobs.

"I-I thought you were gone. You promised you wouldn't leave me." She sobs. My resolve breaks as I clasp her back just as tightly. Just as needy.

"I'm okay. I'm here." I whisper into her hair. She pulls back to look at me and I stare back at her.

Fuck it.

I slam my lips to hers in an instant.

She grabs my face and kisses me back. Hard. Her fingers tangle in my hair and I let out a low groan.

Pain is kinda my thing.

As quickly as it started, it ends. She pulls away and looks at me sternly.

"How fucking long?" She yells.

What the fuck is she talking about.

"Nikolai, HOW FUCKING LONG HAVE YOU BEEN AWAKE?" She screams.

She stalks towards me and shoves me back. Anger fills my body but I do my best to restrain myself.

"I thought you were dead! I thought you left me!" She continues to yell.

"Why are you mad? You're the one who left!" I finally snap back. She stares at me stunned.

"Why'd you leave?"

I sound fucking pathetic.

Yeah.

Thanks.

She looks back up at me while she starts to strip her blood soaked shirt off.

Damn.

She runs her hand through her hair, but it gets tangled and she gives up.

"I had to." She says looking at her feet.

"What does that mean?"

"I'll tell you when I can, I swear. Please trust me. I'd never leave you. I never wanted to."

The pleading in her voice catches me off guard. I scan her face to look for any signs that she may be lying, but I can't find any. My eyes travel down her goddamn perfect body before looking back up at her smirking face.