Getaway

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Athena

He continues to keep my fingers in his mouth. In the end he decides to pass his tongue through the tip of my fingers. Butterflies start to erupt in my stomach,

"Come on, I need to continue". I tell him. A little part of me wants him to stop, telling me this is wrong, but then a big part of me is telling me this is what I always wanted. So I let myself enjoy the moment.

I look at him, through my black lashes and the emotions that I see in them, it surprise me.

"But I want to extend this, because I know that soon it will end, and I don't want that". I can feel his pain through his pain. It breaks me.

"Hey, look at me". I put tow fingers under his chin, and start rubbing it. Now I truly look at him; he looks sad, broken. Like this whole situation makes him so happy, being with me and at the same time it breaks him.

"Everything is going to be okey". I don't know if this is to make me or him feel better. In the last hour, I have taken a liking towards him. I like his presence, his smile, his beautiful eyes, the phrases he says. Everything.

And this shows me, how my mind played with me, showing me a perfect man, knowing I will never find one in real life.

He nods his head, and puts it in my hair, inhaling deeply. I feel two strong hands  climb up to my hair.

When they arrive there, they stay there for a while; still. Letting himself enjoy the moment. Until he starts to move them, doing small massages in areas of the head. A little moan escapes me, and I gasp.

Trying to avoid making another sound, I put a hand over my mouth.

"No"

"No?"

"Don't try to cover those beautiful sounds, love"

"But I don't like them"

"I will make you love them, love. After all, with me you will do more". I blush, and hide my face in his chest. He chuckles, and put his arms around my waist, I can feel a kiss at the top of my head.

"Don't say things like that. They're inappropriate"

"But that's the whole point. I love how it makes you blush every time. Its adorable. And I can't help it". Atlas says, while passing his thumb through my cheek.

"And I really love when you smile". I know perfectly well that it has nothing to do with the conversation, but I had the need to simply tell him. To let him know.

"And now I have the need to smile only for you". He says and shows me a full smile, showing me his teeth and dimple.

I giggle.

Suddenly a little grunt, is heard from behind us. Atlas is very fast to put himself in front of me. This action reminds me a lot of Grumpy. A ferocious growl erupts from Atlas. I give him a confused and a little scared look. That didn't come from him, did it?

My heart goes a thousand per hour. The growls continue, and I don't know what to do. So I let myself be carried away by my instincts.

And that's why I move forward, separating me from him. Atlas tries to put himself in front of me again, but I shook my head.

I kneel on the ground, in front of the trees, prepared but defenseless for whatever may come.

A little wolf appears. His grey fur covered in dirt. His little paws that were white, now they were a light brown. He has a little blood on his nose, and I take a step forward from worry. But an arm grabs me around the waist and makes it impossible for me to move.

"Let me go, Atlas. Don't you see he is bleeding?"

"No. He is a threat"

"Are you serious right now? He is a pup. Let me go, now". As if it was a command, he lets me go immediately.

"Hey there. I know you might be scared, but I need you to come closer to me"

When the pup starts to move towards me, is suddenly stop by a growl. I turn to Atlas and give him the 'act like an adult, right now' look. He lowers his head in shame.

I motion for the little wolf to come over me, and surprisingly he does.

"Can I take him and try something, please love". Atlas asks me, I am a little sceptical, but I nod anyways.

Atlas takes him into the trees. After what felt like hours, but in reality they were 10 minutes, I start to hear that bones begin to break. I cringe at the sound.

Atlas emerges with a little boy, maybe 6 years old. He has straight blonde hair, with brown eyes. He isn't very tall, but that's okey because it makes him adorable. He is looking at us with a little worry in his eyes. I don't blame him. In the end we are people he doesn't know.

I don't where this child comes from, because otherwise it will be one more question without an answer.

"Hi sweetie. What's your name?"

"Milo"

And before we can say anything else, he throws himself into me and hugs me with all his might.