Unspeakable

Chapter 11: Naked Truth

Diane- Anti-hero by Taylor Swift

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With Sebastian off with Anne, it left some alone time for Ominis and Diane, spending the day relaxing around the house. After reading for a while Diane had mentioned she was going to wash her hair, Ominis jumping at the opportunity to join her.

They sat in the tub together, Ominis gently washing her hair as he sat behind her, Diane sighing happily at how nice this felt.

"I do love how long your hair is." Ominis said softly, running his hands along her curls gently as he rinsed the soap out.

"I think it's already long enough, sweetie." Diane chuckled. "If I grow it out longer I risk closing doors on it."

Ominis laughed at the idea of that, but continued stroking her hair as he washed it. "I didn't realize your hair turns more curly when it's wet, too." He said, gripping the locks and feeling how they sprung back against his palm.

"Yeah, they stay like that for a while, too." She smiled, looking over her shoulder to him. "A few hours."

"Mmm, maybe we should-"

They both froze when there was a knock at the door to the house.

"Do you think they're home?" Anne asked after they waited for a moment.

"I'm sure they are, let me check" Sebastian said, opening the door cautiously. "You guys home?" He called out.

"Yeah." Ominis called out. "Shit. Where did we leave our clothes?" He said quietly to Diane.

"The bedroom." Diane said with a small moan of worry.

She looked over at the rack, and there was only one towel. Double shit.

"Stay here." He said quietly before getting out of the tub, drying off as much as he could with the towel.

"Where are you?" Sebastian called out impatiently. "Anne made some tarts she wants to share."

"Just a minute." Ominis huffed in frustration, wrapping the towel around his waist as Diane got out of the tub and let it drain.

Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest, but Ominis slipped out of the bathroom, walking over to the parlor that led to the living room.

"O-Ominis?!" Diane heard Anne stammer, and swore gently under her breath. At least he was wearing a towel. She had nothing to cover herself now. Hopefully he would be quick getting her some clothes.

"Just set the tarts in the kitchen." Sebastian said from the next room. "Here, put them here."

Diane let out a small sound of worry. He was right there! Oh God-

"Oh the tray is hot still, let me get a tea towel-"

Diane froze as the door opened, looking over her shoulder to see Sebastian in the doorway.

She was facing away from him, but was completely naked. Her eyes were wide as she looked back to him, her breath caught in her throat. The moment in time seemed to freeze, Sebastian's eyes widening at the sight of her.

He let out a deep masculine sound, his hand at his side flexing before clenching tight.

Diane covered her breasts with her arms as best she could, but the dark predatory gaze he gave her made her shiver, her cheeks flushing. He was looking at her like... he was going to devour her.

He let out a deep, long exhale as he tensed, his eyes turning fierce. He stepped toward her before he seemed to falter, his breathing hard as his fists clenched again.