Go Away Romeo.

Go Away Romeo. Part 4 (Well Good Morning to You Too.)

            I was stuck in the middle of dream and reality. I felt consciousness slowly creep up on me. Around me I began to feel the warmth of blankets and through my closed eyelids I could see the warm glow of some kind of light.

I felt a cold weight resting on the curve of my waist numbing the bruise that graced that side and another one directly under my head, a similar chill was pressed against my back. I hesitantly opened my eyes and blinked quickly to clear my vision. An arm stretched out beside my head unexpectedly met my gaze; realizing that I must be resting on the arm I quickly sat up, the cold on my waist dropped slightly to rest on my bare stomach where its chill spread pleasantly into my skin. I glanced down and saw that my tank top had risen up, leaving my midsection bare under the second hand that now rested on it. I twisted around slowly to see whose arms were holding me.

A small gasp of surprise escaped my lips when I recognized Romeos striking face; he stirred slightly and the arm around my middle tightened, pulling me back into his body. I hissed in pain as his grip on my injured side constricted, pushing into the purple skin.

At that sound Romeos eyes flew open and he shot into a sitting position. For a moment he looked confused and glanced down to my waist where his hand still lay. I hurriedly brushed it off and pulled down the tank top to meet my shorts, which I was thankfully still wearing, effectively covering the bruise on my side. I glanced back to his face and the slant of his eyes told me he’d seen the bruise. He replaced his cold hand on the hem of my shirt and tried to pull it back up, so he could examine the bruise further. I hastily scooted away from him, slipping out of the covers.

“Why am I in your bed?” I asked readjusting my hemline.

“I carried you here after you passed out, again.” He mumbled the last word, eyes still fixed on my waist.

Neither of us spoke as he got out of the bed. I raised an eyebrow, mentally drooling, when I noticed his distinct lack of clothing. He was wearing only a pair of plaid pajama pants with a white pair of boxers peaking out slightly, much the same color as his skin. I raked my eyes past his clearly defined abs and over his well formed pecks, back to his face.

“See something you like, Human?” He questioned smugly, finally meeting my eye.

“I don’t know, turn around.” I laughed, pushing my hair back into a ponytail in an attempt to cover my blush. Damn Irish skin.

I brushed a hand over my wrist, feeling for one of the many scrunchies it usually held. Securing my hair, I clanked back at Romeo to see him dropping his pajama pants.

“Dude, scaring my eyes much?” I exclaimed, covering my eyes though sorely tempted to peak out.

“If you don’t want to see, get out. I have to shower.” He said, a smile in his voice.

“Asshole.” I muttered lowering my hand, pointedly looking anywhere but at him.

I glanced down at me hands to see that blood had begun to seep through the makeshift bandage. “Fuck.” I mumbled pulling at the bloody napkin.

“Here.” Suddenly in front of me, Romeo took my injured hand into his cool ones.

Slowly peeling back the layers of prewrap, he uncovered the gash still carved into my palm. I glanced down and let out a half disappointed sigh when I noted that he was still clad in white boxers.

My attention refocused on my hand in his as he brought it up to his face. He ran his cool tongue along the gash, numbing it completely. I watched in awe as the wound began to close, skin pulling itself together. His mouth continued up my wrist, obscuring my view of my palm. He tilted my hand to that his mouth sat in the dip where the bottom of my thumb and the top of my forearm meet.

Right above my pulse.

He glanced up into my eyes and I drew in a sharp breath when I saw that his pupils had completely dilated to cover his iris. I tried to pull back my now healed hand but it was still locked in his iron grasp. The movement must have triggered something in him because before I could even blink he had let out a feral growl and I felt his fangs pierce the delicate skin above my vein.

This time instead of blacking out, I felt waves of pleasure radiate from that point, rush back into my chest and spread through the rest of my body. My knees weakened and I felt the wall meet my back, roping me up.

An uncontrolled moan escaped from my mouth, shocking me. The hand that was not holding my wrist to his face reached to my waist for the second time this morning and pressed me tightly to his hard body. I hissed as he put pressure on the bruise again, wincing slightly.

Romeo’s mouth froze on my wrist. I felt his fangs retract out of my skin and whimpered at the sudden loss. The pleasure left along with them and I started to slump to the ground, knees no longer stable.

Before I could reach the ground Romeo used the hand that was already around my waist to lift me up and drop me soundly on the bed. In one fluid movement he turned his back to me and swept across the room to a door I had previously overlooked. Without even glancing back at me he fled into the bathroom and I soon heard the distinct sound of water running.

I exhaled slowly the breath I hadn’t noticed I’d held in and lay back onto the bed, dizzy. 

"I cant believe i just did that." I breathed before shutting my eyes and slowly drifting off.