Mr and mrs (Book 3. Of The Fumes Series)

~chapter four~

⚠️mention of self harm/form of anxiety⚠️

Sorry this chapter is short :< the next chapter is going to be quite eventful so....

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When getting to the house. Denver and the two in the back got out. Going back inside. The house was quiet. No one knew what had happened. And Denver wanted it to stay that way. Mal and Maverick got up to Mal's room. And as soon as Maverick shut the door Mal hugged him tight. And didn't let go. Maverick returned the hug and nuzzled her head taking in her scent.

“Maverick I I I'm sorry i.. I didn't want u to go.. I I just-”

Maverick kisses her and looks at her.

“Hey.. it's ok.. shit happens..”

He kisses her again and she looks at him with wide eyes. Maverick giggles and looks at her still. 

“Look at those eyes.”

Mals ears go back and she tucks her head into his chest. Mumbles-

“Shut up..”

Maverick giggles and kisses her hard.

“Love you mal.”

She looks at him and mumbles.

“Love you mav..”

He smiles and rubs her back. 

“How about we lay down. It's been a long day.”

Mal nods and sits on her bed. Maverick joins her.

“he didn't hurt u did he…”

Maverick kisses her

“I'm ok sweetie. How are you doing.”

She leans into him

“Better now that I have you.”

He smiles and kisses her hard and crawls on top of her and kisses her neck. She closes her eyes and lays her head back. Maverick bites her neck leaving bite marks. He licks them afterwards and grips her hips. She bites her lip and breathes heavily.

“Maverick…”

He stops and looks at her.

“Yes sweetie.”

“Are u sure u wanna do this… I mean.. u just got back here.. and-”

Maverick tilts his head a bit

“Why wouldn't I want to?”

She shrugs and looks at him. 

“Just everything with Smokey and.. we just got u back home..”

He nods and kisses her neck again.

“Exactly why this is the perfect time to let loose a little.”

Mal closes her eyes and lets him mark up her neck. But something down in her gut is telling her to stop. She acts on that feeling.

“Maverick stop..”

He mumbles and keeps marking her neck

“Why-”

She breathes heavily. Her grip got tight on him. Her eyes open in panic.

“Maverick, I said stop.”

She stops and looks at her.

“What's wrong? Am I biting too hard? I'll bite softer.”

He goes back in and she slips away from him and gets out of the bed. Maverick leans back on his knees and looks at her.

“Mal?”

She paces

“Malibu.”

“What.”

She continues to pace Maverick, stands up and stops her. She gets spooked and flinches. He pulls his hands up in a mock surrender.

“I'm not gonna hurt you.. what's wrong.”

Her eyes are locked onto his as if she's searching for something. She shakes her head and breathes heavily. Maverick tilts his head a bit and lowers his hands. 

“Malibu, talk to me.”

She shakes her head and grips her chest. She breathes heavily and tears up a bit. Maverick speaks softly.

“Malibu u need to talk to me so I can help. I can't help if I don't know what's wrong.”

She closes her eyes and bows her head slightly. Maverick tries to understand what's happening. He gently touches her hand and she jumps slightly. Her eyes cast a glare of warning to him. 

“Hey… hey.. it's ok it's just me.. why don't u sit on the bed.. I'll give you back rubs or head scratches..”

Mals ears seem to perk at the offers. One ear turning to him showing interest. Maverick nods.

“Back rubs..”

Still looking at him. Her ear turns away from him. 

“..head scratches?”

Her ear turns to him and she keeps her eyes on him. Mav smiles and nods. He moves to the bed and sits. He pats the spot beside him.

“Common baby.”

Mal walks to the bed slowly. Her head still bowed slightly. Her ears turn back as she sits. Mav smiles and moves hair out of her face. Her eyes locked onto him still. Casting a warning glare. He gently runs his hand through her hair. Scratching and rubbing gently. From the top of her head between her ears to the base of her neck. Sending chills down her back. Down her arms. She shivered slightly and he smiled. He rubs the base of her neck gently.

“You ok honey.”

Mal nods slightly and suddenly leans hard into him. Closing her eyes. He smiles and pulls her closer. He kisses the top of her head.

“Love you malibu.”

He nods and mumbles.

“Love u too.”

As Mal calmed down Maverick was there for her. Easing her mind. Getting her to fully relax for a night full of rest and relaxation. His hands worked over her ears. Down her neck and collar bone. After a good 20 minutes of this she eventually gave into her exhaustion. Letting sleep take over her body. For once the clothing rule in bed didn't stand. She was still in jeans and a t- shirt.  Maverick was still in shorts and a shirt. He didn't have the heart to wake her up just to change. He let her sleep. Moving her head to the pillow and laying down beside her. Watching the peaceful  expression contort to one of anger.. sometimes even surprise. Maverick takes in the sight of his girlfriend sleeping. His mind went to the questions he had. He can't stop thinking of what Smokey had said.. hurting his own daughter for hurting herself? How did that adjust things? How did that make things right in his book? Maverick can't even begin to think about how much it hurt her. The yelling she must have done till her throat was raw. The crying and choking on sobs as her father punished her. But… What really made her want to commit anyway? Was it something tragic in her life? Perhaps her father? Her mother? What drove her to such extents.. and what stopped her… was her father's punishments so extreme that she realized just how much death could hurt? What stopped her.. why didn't she just… end it all when she had the chance.  This beautiful young woman was in the hands of a sick man most of her life.. and she couldn't escape. Was her real fear what would happen after she got what she wanted? Was she scared of the afterlife.. What was it that made her think staying around was worth it. Maverick wanted answers. He wanted to know.