Deaf And In Love

Chapter 17: After Heat

Lilifret's POV

I could feel Emerson put a cold cloth on my forehead but it didn't make me feel any better.

His arms around me made me sigh. They made the pain go away a bit. It wasn't so intense now.

Tears started to leak out and I buried my head in Emerson's chest trying to get as close as possible.

Emerson pulled my head up making me look at him as he asked,"Do you want me to make it go away."

Nodding furiously I crushed myself into him but he pulled my face back.

"You know what I have to do right," he asked.

I shook my head no and whimpered.

"I have to," he didn't finish but just gave me a look.

Knowing immediately what he meant, I didn't care I needed it to stop. Within seconds we were unclothed.

Sparing all the details, with a bit of effort that I didn't mind, my pain was gone and I was smiling into Emerson's face.

Then I heard it. His voice. Not out loud but in my head.

"I love you," he said in my head.

I could feel his presence in my head that it would never leave. Not in a bad way but in the way I knew he would always keep me safe.

I would always be able to speak to him and he would always hear me.

"I - I love you too," I said to him inside his head.

His mouth formed the biggest smile I'd ever seen on his face.

"I love your voice," I watched him murmured out loud.

My smile grew.

Emerson wrapped me in the sheets as he put his boxers on saying in my head,"You'll be fine for a bit. It won't hurt anymore. But you'll feel sick when you're away from me for to long."

Nodding I sat up a bit looking at him. He was struggling to pull his boxers on.

"Will you get my socks," I said in his head quietly.

Smirking he pulled his underwear up looking around for my socks, but not finding any.

Emerson opened his draw pulling out a new pair of black socks with blue area around the toe and heel.

Bringing them over to me he grabbed my feet slipping them on without a word.

The socks were a bit big but I could deal with them.

I had to hold up the sheets so they covered my body as Emerson got back on the bed and got comfy. He adjusted his pillow multiple times before relaxing.

For some reason he seemed upset. I wasn't sure why.

Curling up to his side, I whispered in his head,"Are you mad at me."

He turned his head to me shaking it if to say no.

I sighed nuzzling into his chest as he brought his arms around me. I didn't believe that he wasn't mad.

But I didn't want to push him into making him mad at me so I let it go.

I closed my eyes falling asleep without even trying.

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The next morning I woke up rubbing my eyes and opening them to see Emerson in the same position he had fell asleep in last night.