Siren's Song

Part 9

Warning- very light spice

The next morning, I awoke to Patrick sitting in my kitchen, feeding Harley. He stayed! You're not allowed to love.

"When did you learn where his food was?" I asked, making my presence known and shaking out my thoughts. I'm allowed to love. I'm not a machine.

He looked up in surprise, "you left your door unlocked when you disappeared, so I came and fed Harley while you were gone."

"Thank you," I smiled, sitting at the island style table I had.

"Can we talk now?" He asked, looking as though he got less sleep than I did last night.

"About what happened last night, or what happened in the past few months?" I mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Kissing Patrick. Getting punched in the underground. Killing my first man. Feeling Patrick under me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep the bad memories away. No more memories from the capture.

"Both." He replied, "last night was fun, but what the fuck man, you drew me in then ran away!" He sounded hurt.

"I'm sorry, I really am," I pleaded, "I can promise you, all my body wanted to do was run back and learn every inch of you."

"What the fuck was that scar on your chest." He questioned, his words laced with concern and soft anger.

"Just a scratch..." I whispered

"Please Siren, I need to know what happened." He was trying to love me. To be helpful. How do I tell him without reliving the memories?

I couldn't help myself, I lashed out this time, "my name isn't Siren!" I yelped.

He looked surprised, "yes it is, what are you talking about? I heard your dad call you it."

"Dragon... that's what they all chanted" I whispered, pulling my legs into my chest.

"Siren. That's what we call you. Tell me what happened." He reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing it reassuringly. I let my words and tears run as I told him the whole story, from what happened after we fought, to what I was thinking last night. His emotions changed widely from anger, to fear, to horror, to sadness, and to kindness. He only showed his kindness when I talked about Sam, my brother from another and what happened last night. I told him about being called Dragon in the underground, and about constantly wishing I was back with him. Somehow, he believed me about the gods. About my parents. He moved to the chair next to me, looking me in the eyes.

"It'll be okay, Siren," he reassured, "we'll get through this together. Just as we got through my mother's death together."

My heart seemingly stopped and I remembered that my mother was gone. She's dead. Blood on my hands. Patrick squeezed my hand, as if realizing that I was spiraling.

"So, they cut your hair, huh?" He asked, changing the subject.

I nodded, reaching up to touch my mullet like hair, "it's definitely different".

"It looks good." He told me, reaching up and ruffling my hair. We stared at each other for a moment before he leaned forward this time, kissing me gently, as if he was scared that he would hurt me. I leaned into it, feeling goosebumps trail along my skin. We kissed for a few moments, allowing it to gradually get rougher and more messy, ending up with his hands on my waist yet again. He pulled back, and I looked at him in surprise, my chest rising and falling quickly.

"Are you sure that-" he started, not getting to finish his sentence before I smashed my lips back on his, allowing him to stand up and maneuver us to the bedroom. "Let's finish what we started last night" he mumbled into my mouth.

a/n- how are we enjoying the story? This was a very short filler chapter, because I just wanted to show a little more of their relationship. Go get what you need, because there's some emotion in the next chapters.