Children's Games: A Story of Modern Punishment

Chapter 38 - Emilia

~Emilia~

The warehouse was just as they'd left it. It only took ten minutes to do a full sweep of the entire building, including the perimeter, each conference room, the captain's apartments, and the roof. All was clear and they'd heard nothing through the radios, so Jonny declared that they could spend the day in whatever way they liked. He sounded grouchy, but it was nothing more than the usual. They had until the end of the day before they'd meet back in the bunker.

"I guess we're kind of forced to stay down there now," Nova sighed before she left. All of them were quiet as the reality of their prison set in.

Emilia entered Jonny's apartment with the man himself so close behind her that she could feel his breath on her neck. It looked the same; the brown leather couch, the dying plant in front of the beautiful arched window, and the massive dining table in the centre scattered with documents and a tablet he had taken from downstairs.

She prepared to continue their earlier discussion. "The bombers looked to be a Chinese model-"

Jonny dumped his things on the floor and Emilia alarmingly felt him pick her up and swing her over his shoulder. He had a wide grin on his face, and his large hands secured her in place as he walked through the apartment.

"I do not wish to hear of it, my love. Not now."

She laughed nervously, caught off guard by his sudden giddy demeanour. He was a changed man and had become the one she recognised from their long nights together, and not the hard captain that commanded her every other second of every other day.

"What are you doing?!" she yelped. She lightly banged on his back with loose fists, but she was met with deep muscles protecting him. The change in demeanour was exciting, but not something she knew how to respond to.

"I've missed you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "There's too much on our plates. We have the afternoon to ourselves. The problems are still going to be there after."

He grunted as he pushed open the door to the bathroom and placed her down on the bench with half her thigh over the basin. It was a small bathroom, with dark green tiles and barely enough space for the two of them, a shower, toilet, and basin bench. He pulled a lighter from his pocket, lit a candle and placed it on the closed toilet seat.

"It's not like you to be romantic." Emilia grinned, stunned but very much enjoying it. Jonny rested his hands on her hips as he kissed her. Then he broke away and turned on the shower, stepping right back to her fingertips while he waited for the water to steam.

"My darling, I was not planning on being romantic," he whispered, his lips caressing her ear. Emilia wanted to grab him, the anticipation burning hot, but he moved away again.

He squatted in front of the cupboard and rummaged through the soaps, taking out dried petals, soaps smelling of cinnamon and coffee, roses and daisies...

"Oh. It's really not romantic then? Do you have something to say?" The nerve of this guy, she thought, unable to keep the smile from her face. Though she was trying desperately in order to keep her offended tone. His smirk never faltered.

"Oh no love, these are just for me. You, on the other hand, despite spending the same amount of time in that same dirty, humid, rancid shithole... you smell of fuckin' flowers." His eyes danced with amusement, his snarky smile pushing her to grab his collar and kiss him the way that he liked.

A pit in her stomach felt guilty for exploring such pleasures and satisfactions while others were left in the bunker... but it was easy to forget once the room started filling with steam and the clothes started coming off. Then it was easy to put herself first and think of what she wanted.