Mine, Yours, And Ours [BXB] (18+) |DISCONTINUED|

Chapter III-Yours

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Warning: This chapter contains sex trade workers

Crow: Oof hangover pain...poor child
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Wren's POV

I blinked open my bleary eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the dark lighting. My body was warm and comfortable, yet my head was throbbing and convulsing in a dull pain, spiking and prickling at the base of my brain and skull. I groaned lowly, my bare fingers going up to message my throbbing temples in an attempt to dull or silence the pain.

Beside me, Derek rolled over onto his side. His eyes opened and he blinked down at me, concern showing on his expression. He cupped his hand against my cheek, his touch gentle.
"How are you feeling, love?"

I shut my eyes as another wave of throbbing pain resonated in the base of my head, gritting my teeth.
"Really shitty." I whined, my voice sounding husky and low from sleep. I opened my blurry eyes again, looking up at Derek.

He smiled sadly, kissing my nose softly. I leaned against his warm chest, as if trying to hide from my hangover. He ran his hand through my hair soothingly, his hand messaging my scalp relaxingly. I sighed, yawning quietly. I screwed up my eyes as a sharp pain stabbed behind them. Derek noticed, kissing my temple.

"Baby, do you want me to get you some water?" He asked, his voice soft as to not worsen my throbbing headache.

I nodded against his warm chest, my eyebrows furrowed. Derek gently detangled his limbs from mine, his touch soft. He got out of the bed, kissing the top of my head. He walked out of the room, his bare feat softly padding against the wooded floor.

The quiet sound of running water followed a few minutes later, before the bedroom door opened yet again. I opened my eyes as I felt a cold glass of water being pressed gently into my bare palm.

I grasped the cool cup, bringing it to my pale, chapped lips. I sipped the cold water, feeling it slide and wash down my dry throat, soothing my pulsing headache. I drained the glass, leaning back against the soft hotel pillows.

Derek took the cup from my, his warm fingers softly brushing against mine. He placed the now empty glass on the hotel bedside table, the soft clink! of the glass against wood as he set it down reverberating through my ears. Derek lied down next to my and I wrapped my aching legs around his waist, burying my face in his soft chest. He kissed my forehead, his soft lips making my skin tingle at the contact.

I buried my face deeper into the warm folds of his clothing, seeking comfort. I closed my eyes as I inhaled his warm melting chocolate scent like a drug, the rich smell soothing my frayed nerves.
Exhaustion washed over me as darkness swallowed my warm world, numbing the throbbing and stabbing pain that still lingered at the base of my skull and behind my closed eyes.

My consciousness begin to gradually drift away, leaving me floating, surrounded by endless darkness.
As I silently yet surely fell asleep, Derek tightened his comforting hold on my body, as if to reassure me that he was still there.

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It was the next day, and it was dusk, the hot, dusty, summer wind sweeping over my form and Derek's. The stars had yet to come out, and the sky was a beautiful shade that was right between a light azure and pale voilet. Derek and I exited the taxi that we had taken, stepping out onto the cracked and chipped sidewalks.

I glanced at Derek and couldn't help my eyes lingering on his slim and attractive form. His usual formal white dress shirt was stretched across his broad and muscular shoulder, with black jeans and a plain black tie. Dark black eyeliner lined the edges and corners of his onyx colored eyes. His shiny black hair was styled backwards as usual, exposing his ghostly pale forehead and face.