May Death Do Us Part | RB ✔︎

FIFTEEN ☆ BLACK

TW: mentions debate of self harm, talks about scars

Mona has been avoiding me side as if I had chicken pox. Her eyes are always distant when she looks at me, almost as if she's replaying the events of other day in her mind. I try to keep my mind off of it, try to ignore the other secrets that she could be keeping from me, but I can't help the nagging feeling I get to question her every time I look at her.

It's been four days since we left Dragonheim school. Four days since we've spoken more than five words at a time to one another. Four days since we've slept side by side. Two weeks since we've had sex. Four days since I realized I love her.

I have loved her.

This entire time.

And just realized.

Mona looks over her shoulder at me from the water in front of me, a frown tugging on her lips as she hugs her nude body with her bare arms. Her hair is soaked against her back, glossy with water.

We'd managed to find a small clear pond within the confines of a forest. After settling here for two days, Mona decided she needed to bathe. Granted, both of us do.

"Reg?" She calls out softly, her voice gentle, almost timid. "Can you help? I can't reach the back of my head."

I huff out a breath of air, tugging at the waistband of my sweatpants and pushing them down my legs. I glance up at her, catching the tale end of her stare before she adverts her eyes away from the region below my hips.

I lower myself into the water, letting out a sigh at the warm water, silently thanking Mona for her knowledge on random charms.

The water comes up to my waist and stops at Mona's lower back. I wad through, careful on the slippery rocks and stopping behind her. I take the soap from her hands and rub it into mine, lathering it into her hair.

Her arms drop to her side and she tilts her head back, allowing my fingers to massage into her scalp. I purposefully scrape my fingertips along her shoulders, watching the shiver that wracks through her body. I take a step closer, my chest pressing to her back and lowering my lips beside her ear.

"I've contorted you in so many ways, Mona." I whisper, dropping my hand to her waist and her breathing audibly hitches in her throat. "Don't pretend you aren't flexible enough to reach behind you and put soap in your hair."

I spin her slowly, her eyes ebony like saucers as she eyes my lips. Her arms stay at her side and she flicks her gaze to mine.

"What do you want, little dove?" I ask hoarsely, soothing my thumb over her hips.

She lifts up on her tippy toes, moving forward to press her lips to mine. I pull back at the last second, raising a challenging brow.

"What do you want?" I repeat, her bottom lip pouting out.

She drops her hands in the water, one wrapping around my cock. Her grip is strong, almost breaking my will to hold out until she caves in. I drop my head back, inhaling deeply. Her hand works me beneath the water and I clench my jaw to idle the hiss of pleasure that forms in my throat.

I reach down and wrap my hand around hers, stopping her in her movements before dropping my attention to her.

"Go on your knees." I say huskily, watching her drop, the water reaching just above her chin.

Her eyes are full of lust and need.

I ignore them.

Instead, I walk around her, cupping water into my hands and spilling it into her hair, the suds falling in the form of bubbles atop the liquid glass. I use my fingers to scrub the soap away, stopping only when there's no more.