Elliere Braim

2.1 Stay

It really had only taken her a moment to undress and dress in sleepwear which appeared to be a tanktop and some sweat pants. She still looked perfect to him, it made him like her more to see her natural beauty as well. He expected her to come out in some fancy slip of material, showing everything, but it appeared she wasn't exactly like that.

You can't base everything off of that day you woke up with her naked on you... she was drunk too!

Elliere shook his head, frowning at himself. No...Of course, he couldn't. He suddenly felt ashamed for making assumptions and quickly shoved those thoughts away, refocusing as Mercy asked him a question.

"Would you like some tea? Or anything to drink?" She asked softly, her eyes not quite meeting his own.

"Water would be fine as I've got to be going soon," Elliere murmured out, half hoping she'd tell him to stay.

"Oh," she said, her voice sounding slightly duller than before. "Okay. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Elliere nodded and watched her walk away towards the kitchen. He sat waiting for no more than five minutes before he couldn't sit anymore. He kept thinking about that dull note in her voice and wondering what it could be. It could've just been her voice... or it could've meant she was disappointed a little and wanted him to stay. He wanted to know and he was going to find out.

He stood and eased himself into the kitchen, ever so silently. Her scent guided him forward and strengthened that he was doing the right thing. She was facing away from him yet again as she fixed her tea, his water already out and filled with ice cubes. Mercy's shoulders appeared slumped and rather than sneaking up on her this time, Elliere opted for leaning against the doorway and waiting for her to turn to see him.

He watched as Mercy finished up her tea and grabbed both cups. She turned around slowly and then proceeded to head out of the kitchen, but as she lifted her head she nearly dropped both cups.

Elliere was beside her in a flash, steadying her and the cups carefully. He gave her a small, apologetic grin.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"You, uh.. uhm.. what were you doing?" She stuttered, carefully placing the cups back on the counter.

"Watching you," he rumbled, his eyes boring into hers as she looked up at him.

"Wha-"

Elliere placed a gentle finger over her lips. "Do you want me to leave? Be honest."

Mercy's cheeks tinted a beautiful rosey color and her hazel eyes flickered away, but Elliere dipped his head, following her eyes.

"I, uhm... you should probably go.. but I don't.. I d-don't really want you, you to go. Uh, no," she stumbled over her words adorably.

"You don't want me to leave?" He asked again, smiling slightly.

"No... I don't," she whispered softly, now looking at him entirely.

Elliere felt his mouth go dry and his eyes fell to her lips. He wanted to kiss her again, he wanted to kiss her, strip her clothes away and take her right on her counter, but he couldn't. Not yet.

"Then I'll stay," he said, just as softly. He half hoped she'd say no because if he stayed there was no way he'd stay on her couch all night. No, he'd find his way to her room and fück her and then make love to her until she was begging to mark him.

"But don't you have to go?" She asked, eyes wide.

"For you, I'll stay," he said and had never meant it more. He'd do just about anything for her he was realizing. All she had to do was say so and he'd jump to it.

Mercy didn't respond, instead she bit her lip.

"If you don't want me to or change your mind, just say so," he grinned and reached for his glass of water breaking the tension between them slightly.

"Yeah, sure," she said and quickly scooped her own cup of tea up, her face clearly showing her uncertainty though she didn't say anything.