A New Life - A Ransom Drysdale Story

Four - Jealousy

Walking down to the kitchen the next morning, Elle is happy to find that she is the first one awake. She pops her headphones in, loading up her Halsey playlist, pressing shuffle, she smiles when 'control' comes on. Placing the phone in the pocket of her oversized flannel shirt, she puts on a pot of coffee.

Ransom had been in the library when Elle came downstairs. Hearing her footsteps he walked through to the kitchen. Smiling he leans against the doorframe. She's dancing round the kitchen, her shorts clinging to her ass as she sways her hips.

"Who is in control?" Elle sang out, lost in the music. Even her voice drew him in, as she stands in front of the coffee pot, waiting for it to brew, Ransom can't help himself. He walks over, pulling the headphones out of her ears.

Elle squeaks in surprise, she didn't think anyone was up. Turning round she's met with the one set of eyes she didn't expect to see this morning.
"Ransom?" Her breath catches in her throat as he places his hands on her hips.
"Morning sunshine."

"W-What are you doing here? It's like five am." Elle thinks about pushing his hands off her hips, but she's enjoying the way his thumbs skim across her exposed skin.

"Did I not tell you? My house is being renovated, so you're stuck with me for a week." He smirks, watching how her eyes go wide. She looks like a deer caught in headlights and he's loving every second of it.

Elle opens and closes her mouth a few times, but nothing seems to come out. Her eyes never leave his, she can't look away no matter how much she wants to.

Ransom wants nothing more than to kiss her, but he knows he needs to break her walls down more first. There's one way he knows how, tease the ever loving shit out of her. Something he's more than happy to do. Taking a step back from her, she seems to snap back to reality.

Ransom watches as she turns round and reaches up into the cupboard, her shorts rising up, exposing the bottom of her ass. He has to hold back the urge to bite into the soft skin.

Pulling two cups out of the cupboard, Elle sets them down on the counter, pouring them both a cup. She doesn't wait for Ransom, heading straight outside for a cigarette. When she reaches into the plant pot, she finds it empty. Turning round she finds a very smug looking Ransom. "Looking for something?" He holds the packet between his fingers.

"Give them back." She places her coffee on the table before walking over to him. He lifts the packet out of her reach with a smug smile. "I told you it was a disgusting habit."

"I don't give a fuck Ransom. Fucking give them back. Now." Elle barks at him, not impressed with his idea of a game.
"Go out with me tonight."

Elle stops. Her brain suddenly forgetting how to work. "W-what?"

"Let me take you out tonight."

"No. Now give them back." Elle starts getting slightly panicked and Ransom notices straight away. He'd planned on dragging it out longer, but seeing her this flustered over a packet of cigarettes, he knew there was more to it. He instantly lowers his arm and passes them to her.

Elle snatches them from his hand and goes back to the table. Sitting down she tries to stop the panic from flooding through her body. She starts shaking so much that she struggles to get her lighter to work. Ransom kneels in front of her, taking the lighter from her shaking hands, he lights the cigarette for her.

Elle expects him to stand up once he had finished, but he didn't. Instead he sits with his hands on her bouncing knees. "Elle, what the hell just happened."

She shakes her head, taking a breath, allowing the smoke the fill her lungs. She blows the smoke over her shoulder, not wanting to blow it in his face. "I don't want to talk about it Rans, don't push me. Please."