Obsession||BWWM

XVIII. God damn ball

Continuation

Nadia awoke to darkness.

She blinked, moving her head back from the hard surface her face was pressed against. It took about two seconds for everything to come back to her. Nadia scrambled against him and pushed back, almost falling off the bed in the process.

"Shit," she yelps, grabbing on to the edge of the bed just in time to catch herself. Elijah stirs beside her, absently reaching out towards the now blank space next to him. He further burrows himself into the soft sheets, allowing Nadia a chance to breathe easy.

Though, all that was taken away when he groans and begins rubbing the remainders of sleep from his eyes before fixing his squinted gaze on her. Nadia can barely make out his features, but she manages. "Why are you on the floor?" He asks. His voice is deeper than usual due to the morning, the low rumble reverberating though her bones.

He reaches over and turns on the side lamp before sliding a strong arm over the bed and pulling her back up in one swift movement. She squeaks and flushes lightly when she realizes he was still awaiting an answer. "I fell".

Elijah chuckles, wrapping his arms around his lover as he pulls her closer and seats her on his lap. It's then that Nadia registers her clothing — or rather, lack thereof.

"Did you take off my clothes?"

He hums, a small smile playing on his lips. Though, she couldn't see it. "Figured you wouldn't be too pleased sleeping in some trousers".

She shifts uncomfortably in his hold. "Thanks, I guess".

"You're welcome. I guess". His tone is teasing.

"I - uh - I have to get ready for school. So, I think It's best you go". Nadia tries to get up, but he holds her in place.

"The sun isn't even up yet, love". The amusement is clear in his voice. "I think you could spare a few minutes".

"Right". She pushes against him again, succeeding this time in getting up. "What I mean is, I have lots of work piling up and I need to at least start on them before going to class today".

Elijah just stares. The blank look on his face causing her to feel a bit self conscious. Nadia crosses her arms and walks away from his eye line. Although, all it does is make him follow right after her. "That's a really long winded way of saying get out".

"If you're so good at reading between the lines, why didn't you take the hint?" She asks over her shoulder. Nadia unclasps her necklace and places it on the dresser before disappearing into her closet to take off the rest of her clothes. She wraps a towel around herself before coming back out.

"I want you to say it".

She walks right past him and enters the washroom. "Get out," Nadia says right before closing the door.

He doesn't move. Instead, he plops right down on the bed and gets back under the comforter.  Just as he's about to close his eyes, Nadia walks right back out looking less that impressed but not in the lease bit surprised.

"That was quick".

"Elijah". Her tone is flat, matching her stony expression. "Get the fuck out".