Safe [punk l.t.]

Chapter 37

Jess' P.O.V

It was nice to be waited on by Louis. He insisted on doing everything for me, getting me more pillows for my back or making me food. It hurt to really bend but my bruises were going away. I felt bad I wasn't up and doing stuff but he was quick to reassure me otherwise, giving me small pecks on the cheek with each delivery of the items I wanted.

After three days of this I decided it was time to man up. Louis was downstairs making me lunch so I thought I'd go down and help him. Groaning, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly. Although unpleasant, the pain didn't hurt as much as I intended. I hobbled down the stairs and into the kitchen deciding to sneak up on Lou.

Body hid by the wall leading into the dining room I snuck a peek at him. His back was to me, caught up in making a sandwich. When he suddenly turned around to grab the mayo out of the fridge he saw me.

Crud.

"Jess? What are you doing down here?" He looked surprised.

"Oh I felt better and I wanted to help you," I pouted.

He laughed and pulled me over to him, looping his arm around my waist as we looked at the array of toppings for the sandwich. He obviously went to the store when I was asleep.

"Well then, if you're so anxious to help," he poked my nose with a slender finger, "you can help me make a sandwich."

"Oh boy, I don't know if I can handle that," I say sarcastically as I grab a piece of lettuce.

We come up with the weirdest combination on any sandwich ever- turkey with mayo, lettuce, mustard and raisins. It eventually turns into a dare, Louis declared when he topped the monster sandwich off with the dried grapes.

"There is no way I'm eating that," I grimace and push the plate towards him. He looks at it before sighing.

"Alright, I'll eat it. But because it's absolutely putrid I need a reward," he suggests and raises a brow at me.

"Fine. Your prize is dessert," I smile at him and as soon as the words leave my mouth he's stuffing the sandwich into his mouth, swallowing down the thing in five or so bites. He groans as he swallows the last bite and takes a long chug of water.

"Finished?" I giggle, amused.

"Yep, saved room for my dessert," he winks and leans into me, pressing me against the cool counter. I'm surprised by his sudden actions as I brace myself against the marble.

His hot mouth possess mine as he meshes our lips together. He bites at my bottom lip and I let his smooth tongue caress mine. We carry out a heated session for a while until I pull away to catch my breath.

"I'm not finished with you," he whispers huskily in my ear and I shudder involuntarily.

He licks a bold stripe down my neck to my collarbone where he leaves open-mouthed kisses there. He sucks harshly at my skin and I hold back a whimper. I know exactly where this is going, but I have different plans. Before his hands travel too far up my waist I grab his wrists and bring him up to meet my eyes.

"Ah, ah, ah," I scold. "You've been naughty Louis."

"Then punish me," his eyes glimmer with lust.

"Okay," I breath out. I glance at his face. He biting his lip which is oh so sexy but I can't back out now. "Your punishment is...no dessert."

He seems throughly disappointed as I drop his wrists and walk out of the kitchen.

"No double chocolate fudge brownies for you," I sing-song and laugh.

Louis' P.O.V

Damn.

So close but so far. I'm being led on by a girl. That's sad. I need to get back on my A game.

I'm disappointed I don't get brownies, more disappointed I don't get Jess. I could tell she wanted me, her body leaning into mine when I sucked at her neck. I wanted her, so badly. She must be unsure and I don't want to pressure her.

Jess is in the shower when I wander upstairs to my room. There's nothing to do here. Nowhere to go without being caught. At least it's safer here than where we were. I hear the shower turn off and I head back downstairs, giving her some privacy if she wants to change. I turn on the TV, quietly so the neighbors can't hear.

News is boring, nothing recent about my dad, but it seems like more and more people are moving out of the city. They're afraid of the danger that might be lurking. I was that danger for a while. Now I don't see it so much anymore.

We can't hide forever. I hope Jess knows that. We can't just live a life of secrecy. I didn't realize how late it had gotten outside until I heard soft footsteps patter down the stairs.

"Louis?" Jess called from the steps.

"Yeah babe?"

"It's late, come to bed."

I get up and round the corner to the stairs. I'm taken aback when I see her wearing nothing but an old T-shirt of mine. She blushes when she sees me looking at it.

"I found this on your floor, hope you don't mind I-"

"You look grea- I mean, you look cute, ugh. Yeah its fine by me," I struggle to get out.

She giggles softly and grabs my hand leading me up the stairs. My perverted mind can't keep itself under control when the shirt starts to ride up her long smooth legs with every step she takes. When we reach my room she plops into bed patting the sheets next to her.

"You want me to sleep in bed with you?" I ask hesitantly. I'd been sleeping on the floor or couch, careful not to scare her off.

"Yeah," her voice barely audible.

I climb into bed next to her, still keeping my distance as I lay down. She pulls the blanket up around us and huffs.

"You can lay closer to me Louis, for goodness sakes I don't bite," she teases.

I shimmy closer to her close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off her. I close my eyes until I feel her arm wrap around my waist. My hand trails up and down her back soothingly as she looks up at me through her long lashes.

"I felt really bad after I didn't make you brownies so I thought a little cuddle would make up for it," she says.

"Aw," I coo, stroking her hair and leaning my cheek against her head.

"This is nice," she whispers after some time. "Just being together, not having to worry about anything."

"Shh baby, go to sleep," I hush her and peck her head.

"Night Lou," she mumbles.

"Night Jess."

I put my worries to the side as I listened to her breaths slowly puff through her opened lips. I could enjoy this night with her before facing the obsticle that was our future together.