Silver Hitter

34.𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.

His bedroom is the literal opposite of the rest of the house, black carpeting in place of light wooden floors, polished grey walls and grey furniture all around.

No wood or antique reds, greens or yellows.

Instead of looking like a museum, we have something a little bit more homey. Wolf reaches over my shoulders from behind and peels my jacket off slowly, a smile touching my lips as I let him.

"I don't think you're in the right headspace right now." I say, watching the material drop the ground before he's moving on to the zipper of my dress. I step out of that too then walk out of his reach while taking off my jewellery. I stand in just my bra and matching bottoms, Wolf staring only into my eyes stubbornly.

"You said you wanted to take a shower. I was just helping you." The guy winks, and past his red, bloodshot eyes I see the mischief shining through his gaze. I roll my eyes with a laugh, watching him walk to stand right in front of me, sweeping me up off my feet and nuzzling his face into my neck. "I love you."

"I love you too." I reply, tightening my legs around his waist before climbing down and smiling. "Go shower in one of the many guest bathrooms I know you have and I'll stay here. Give me a kiss."

Wolf frowns at my dismissal but kisses me softly regardless. "Now go, you need a break from everything while you can have one. Take your time."

Instead of saying anything, Wolf simply hugs me and I suck in his warm embrace. It's thanks enough right now, we both know he needs to breathe for a minute. He leaves and I take off the last of my clothing then go shower.

.....

Wolf leans against the shower wall with his eyes closed and his face pointed towards the ceiling, his hands wrapped around himself and clutching tightly. He goes into slight panic about making this decision, not wanting Jamie to regret him and even end up hating him because the life of a witness isn't easy.

He should know. She should know. They should know.

They take them out on missions almost every day. All somebody has to do is make a call and...but he's not afraid of that call, no, it wouldn't be fair if he was and he isn't. He's just afraid that the past ten or so years of making sure Jamie was safe from other people, the person he may have to actually end up protecting her from is himself.

He hates to admit it but it's true and if it comes to choosing between her or himself, then he'd pick her any day. He loves her.

It'd only be fair to put her needs above his own.

But deep down he knows that he doesn't wanna do this alone, he needs her a little bit more than he wants to admit. Everything just turned difficult so suddenly and he wishes that he had met Jamie all over again and relieved the ten years he watched her with the knowledge of meeting her again and when the time came for where they were now, time restarts all over again.

Grabbing body wash, he lathers over himself and tightens his jaw. He doesn't know what to do but he doesn't want to end up losing her with whatever decision he ends up making.

~•Jamie•~

I'm making pasta in Wolf's clearly untouched kitchen while he showers. My bare feet pad on the tiled flooring, wet hair stuck to the back of my neck as it drips down onto the black T-shirt I got from his closet.

I dip a teaspoon in the pan and have a taste of the sauce. Mm, needs a little bit of sugar...and black pepper.

After adding those, I stir, taste again then close it and let it simmer. I bend over the counter and eat from the bowl of trail mix I poured myself to snack on while I cooked.