Unholy | Noah Sebastian

|Chapter Twenty-One|

On Monday I'm back at my routine, for nothing other than my sanity.  I go to the gym, Noah trailing beside me.  Although the threat I am facing doesn't extend to mortal issues, Noah thinks we can't be too careful.  Any time I might be alone there is a possibility Lilith could get back inside of my head.

I'm excited at the prospect of sparing with Noah.  While I was pretty sure I was in love with him, even with how short our time would be, he still irritated me to no end and I couldn't wait to take some of my aggression out on him.  Specifically from the morning after we had sex for the first time and he made me get out of bed too early.

Noah holds the gym door open and I duck underneath his arm.  I throw my bag down at the first heavy bag and I sit down on the floor to stretch my legs while I wrap my hands up.  Noah sits in front of me, his bare feet touching mine in a mirrored stance.  When my hands are taped up Noah takes my hands and pulls me to him, stretching my adductors.  I'm a little sore from my time with Noah this weekend and the stretch is tight.

Noah hops up and pulls me up with him.  He bounces on the balls of his feet in a fighting stance, he's as graceful as an animal as he moves. 

"Stop staring and get to work," he says narrowing his eyes at me.

I grin to myself and start on the heavy bag.  A round of straight punches, hooks, and body blows to warm up.  There's a light sheen of sweat at my hair line when I move on to complicated combinations.  Roundhouse, hook, jab, then that sequence backwards. 

"Hey, let me help with that," Noah says and I feel his hands on my waist a moment later.

"My form is perfect," I quip, but secretly enjoy the feel of his hands on me.

"I know," he says devilishly in my ear and a shiver snakes down my spine.  "If we leave now we could spend some extra time in the shower before work."

I begin unwrapping my hands as soon as the words are out of his mouth in response.  Noah's dark chuckle in my ear vibrates down to my core and I can't wait to get back.  I hand Noah my gym bag, "race ya," I call and start into a jog.

"You know a race wouldn't be fair," he calls after me, "but I'll play along because I can't wait to get you home."

I laugh as he changes pace to run next to me.  My bag rests easily in his hand as he effortlessly keeps pace with me.  His long hair flaps in the wind behind him, as he looks down at me.  His feet don't make a sound as they pound the pavement the way mine do. 

I have an hour before I have to be at work, Noah doesn't waste any time taking his shirt off when he walks in the door.  My sports bra and leggings will have to wait until I make it to the bathroom.  Noah is waiting for me, in the steamy shower, when I finally make it in the bathroom.  I pull my clothes off and step inside the shower.  Noah watches me intently, his eyes hooded when I join him.  His eyes are on mine, they don't stray or wander, he's looking at me - through me.

Noah wraps his arm around my waist, molding me to him before kissing me fiercely.  The water from the shower stings my skin and slips in my mouth when I pull back to catch my breath.  My chest rises and falls violently, and my nipples scrape against Noah's lean torso.  He turns me around so I am facing the spray of the shower, he reaches above me and grabs my shampoo and puts some in the palm of his hand.  His fingers massage the shampoo in my hair and a moan slips out of me unprovoked.  His short nails scrape my scalp as he lathers my hair, he does this far longer than I would have but it feels so good.  He does the same thing with my conditioner, taking forever to work it into my scalp, but I don't mind.  When he's done he bends down and places a kiss on my shoulder.  He reaches above me again to grab my bodywash and his hands are everywhere.  Over my shoulders, down my sides, over my breasts, between my legs.  It's clinical and erotic at the same time.  When he reaches across me this time it is to turn off the water.