her antidote

elijah

TW: slight gore, small smut, serious topics !!

8:33 P.M

*knock knock*

i'm afraid if i open the door it isn't going to be who i'm expecting.

... "It's officer Elijah, here to watch over you? Anais?"

"Oh yes. Coming."

i slowly open the door, guessing his height so i purposely don't make eye contact. damn, he is rather taller than i remember. yet again, i've only seen him sitting in a chair taking notes. that focused gaze his eyes always give off is so attractive. it almost gives away his mysterious attitude. i sit and watch them for a minute.

"Hello?"

"Oh yes. Hi. Welcome, sorry."

shit.

"Thanks."

i watch him look around for a possible area for him to sleep for the night. fuck, i just realized i don't have a sleeping bag or anything relevant for comfort other than my couch. which, would be rather rude to make an officer sleep on until they figure out this life-long case of my father's murder.

"I'm sorry. I haven't thought of a place for you to sleep."

"Don't worry, I wasn't expecting anything fancy. All I'm here to do is to keep you safe."

"Right.. well, make yourself comfortable. I'm going to go get changed."

"Alright, thank you. I'll be here."

well that didn't go as bad as i expected. he seems sweet and lighthearted, the kind of person i would prefer to watch over me rather than a big bodyguard i was thinking about.

i develop a peculiar attitude as i rummage through my pajama rack. 

fuck. most of my pajamas have lace..

i shrug it off and try to pick the less skimpy one i can find. i decided to go for a silky rosy color pajama set that has a slight shine, with a smaller top and high waisted shorts that match it. the edge is a trimmed white lace that is shaped into a heart over my chest. it shows a bit more cleavage than i would prefer, but its comfortable. the shorts are shorter than expected, but the lace on the bottom barely covers the back of my behind. i put my hair up into a messy high bun, and pull out my sorta curtain bangs, and random strands of hair to frame my face better.

8:42 P.M

as i begin to walk out, i notice he immediately started staring at my chest, which made me flush a little. i guess my nipples are a bit noticeable through the fabric from how thin it is. i decide to ignore this to make things less socially awkward. i walk over the my bed, and just sit down with my legs dangling off the edge.

"Soooo..."

i peak my head up as i notice his lips began to move.

"I understand your situation.. and.. if you need to talk to anyone just let me know. I'll be here all night to wait for you."

i blush a bit at his assurance.

"Alright.. thank you. You can sit down next to me now if you would like."

"Oh yeah sure, no problem."

i notice his face gets more awkward as he's trying not to look at my breasts whilst his approaching me.

"Now, would you like me to tell you the full story? I'm not sure what you heard."

"Oh, yes."

"Well, it was a Saturday night, and one of my friends, Jamie, wanted to hang out with me. Me and her have been very close since middle school, and never let anything get in between our way. Until she got a boyfriend, which drove her farther away from me. I started to care less and less about my friendship towards her, and became more independent as a result of this. It was a huge drain of my social battery. I was unable to feel emotions it felt like."