Raison D'être

Altrusitic

Anastasia

I haven't seen much of Lorenzo these days, as he leaves early in the morning and doesn't come back till late the next night. So this morning I woke up a little earlier hoping to see him and decide on making him breakfast if he is here. I look around, until I think to ask the guards outside. I can see the man through the small glass of the front door, how stoic and expressionless he stands. It seems all the men in the house are like that, though I can't recall seeing Lorenzo so serious, at least not around me... "did he leave for the day?"

"No miss."

"Thank you," and he returns a simple nod going back to his stoic position. I'll be sure to save him a muffin, hoping to make some other expression.

I continue to search for him in his grand home, checking the training room, all of the west chamber, until I'm finally up on his floor. I see the door to his room is closed and I knock softly, no answer. Opening the door slightly,  I see his bed is made the same way I made it yesterday. I tsk getting the confirmation that he didn't sleep. It's been like this for months now. Going over to the last place where I could look, I knock at the tinted glass of his office doors.

"Come in." He must not realize it's me because he continues on, "shipments should have been sent already. Why do I pay you, protect you, for you to do nothing?" Annoyance drips from his voice and by his tone I know that he has a lot on his plate, even the way his three buttons are undone with his sleeves folded messily. This is the first I'm seeing him in days and despite his stressed state he looks good. As always.

"Well I was actually going to ask if you wanted a muffin."

He looks up from his paperwork, surprise all over his face, and I can't suppress the small laughter because he raises a brow before beaming his smile.

"That is why you are my favorite employee..."

"Employee huh?"

"I can change that if you want?"

"To what exactly?"

He stands, slowly circling around his desk, his hand dragging along the surface all while eyeing me. I bite my lip out of nervousness, I can't help it when he is eyeing me like a predator does its prey. The hunger in his eyes is evident, as my lower region begins to pool. As he stands in front of me, I have to crane my neck, while he takes my hands and says, "be mine." I start to process what he is saying because all I could think about was his hands holding mine. The warm feeling I get everytime we touch.

I look up at him, and the anticipation in his eyes is clear as he awaits my answer. I smile shyly, "I'd like that very much." He holds me and spins us around while I laugh at his actions, this moment.

He stops twirling and holds the back of my thighs to which I instinctively wrap my legs around his torso. He smiles, "you have no idea," as he places a kiss where my neck and jaw meet. My favorite spot. "How long I have wanted to hear that," as he kisses the nape of my neck he continues leaving me breathless, "how long I've been waiting to ask."

I don't know how I understood what he was saying when his touch sent my mind elsewhere, but I managed to ask "what took you so long?"

He chuckles as I feel his grin against my neck. He takes us over to his desk and places me down, all while I still look at him. Lorenzo bends down so his face is somewhat level with mine and looks me in my eyes, the look that I know he does when he wants to tell me something. I gaze right back at him, but he breaks eye contact first. He huffs and I watch as a pained expression crosses his face.

"Lorenzo?"

Lorenzo

I feel her small hands touch my face. My uneasiness must be visible because I turn and give her the best smile I can. She tsks and does her eyebrow scrunch when she's unsatisfied, "what's wrong?"