Nyefield University pt 2

Chapter 27

Bambi
After letting the twins feel the baby kick for a few minutes I suggest we all move back into the house as my butt is going numb and I'm cold. Freddie is still thoroughly freaked out about the kicking but Jason seems to have a calmness about him that he didn't have before. After Dax and Freddie nearly killed each other it was a strange bonding experience that I'll never forget. I walk into the kitchen and move to put the kettle on when Jason puts a hand on my arm.

"Dont worry I'll make some hot chocolate, maybe you want to go and shower?" Jason suggests. I'm about to bite his head off and tell him it's rude to tell a woman to shower but then I remember I'm covered in Grays blood.

"Very good point." I say laughing and head towards the stairs, grabbing Dax's arm along the way.

"What are..."

"Shower. Now." I say without stopping and thankfully Dax doesn't argue. He's got a fair amount of blood on him so I can only imagine what I look like. Although I don't have a black eye starting to emerge like he does. My emotions were all over the place when him and Freddie were fighting. I never stopped to think how Freddie felt in the basement, to be honest I think me and Jason didn't even clock that he wasn't tortured like we were. All three of us were there so we just kinda shared the trauma. But at the same time I can't imagine what Dax was going through, not knowing if we were alive or not, or even if we were still in the same country. Because you're a selfish bitch who only thinks of herself.

I drop Dax's hand at the voice in my head. Its been so up and down recently and I thought slaying my demons would make it fuck off. I can't help but agree with it on this occasion though. Dax doesn't even notice my hesitation and pulls me into the bathroom with him. As soon as we're inside he pins me to the wall with his hips.

"I wish I never had to wash this off," he murmers, rubbing a thumb across my blood stained skin. "You, covered in the blood of your enemies is so fucking poetic Bambi. Everything about you is just so... firey, filthy and fucking goddamn beautiful." He grasps the back of my neck and tilts my face to meet him. The intensity in his eyes nearly makes me cower at his feet. My brain hurts with the battle between the voice in my head and my heart. I think I know Dax loves me but sometimes I doubt his words.

Dax doesn't seem to notice my hesitation and he captures my lips in a passion filled kiss as his hand wanders down my body, grasping at my tits before running it down over my small bump and finally gripping my ass cheek, kneading it roughly. My body arches against him begging for more, I need the pain with the pleasure. Dax releases the back of my neck only to move his hand around to the front and takes a firm hold, barely allowing me to take a breath. My lips start to slow as I begin to run out of oxygen and just as the blackness caresses the side of my eyesight he let's go and I suck in a deep breath. I feel his lips form a smile against mine.

"Filthy fucking slut." He murmurs. A pathetic moan escapes my lips which makes him growl in appreciation. He grabs both ass cheeks and lifts me up on his hips so I wrap my legs around him as he walks us into the shower. Using his elbow he turns on the shower, the rainfall style head immediately covering us in steamy hot water. It's at this point I realise we're both still fully clothed and a start laughing.

"Can you ever get in a shower naked?"  I tease Dax.

"Not when I have something this delicious infront of me. My brain gets... distracted." He grins back. Dax gently lowers me down and we help peel each others clothes off our blood soaked skin, the water running pink as it cleanses us of the torture we committed. I grab hold of the shower scruff and deposit some of Dax's shower gel on it and thoroughly clean his body, taking special care of his cock which hardens beneath my touch, he groans with each stroke up and down. I move on and down his legs until I've scrubbed ever inch of him. Dax then takes the scruff from me and deposits more of his own shower gel on it, I love washing in it now so I can always smell him. He pays just as much attention to my tits as I did his cock, soon enough I'm panting and wanting more but he moves downwards. Dax gently cleans my bump but then much to my disappointment he only lightly cleans between my legs before moving down the rest of my body. I whine in disappointment but all I'm met with is a quiet chuckle. Once I'm clean Dax throws the scruff to the side and grabs my thighs to pull them further open whilst he's still knelt on the floor of the shower.