Dollface

Part 59

Euphoria; a feeling or state of intense excitement and bliss.

Everything in my mind was completely blank, the steam from the shower had now filled the entire bathroom, my lungs feeling the familiar struggle to gain oxygen from my rapid breaths. The mirror behind me, which I lean my head against, was now completely fogged up, left with Simon's numerous handprints as he leaned on it.

The atmosphere was so intense and euphoric. I couldn't help but focus on anything other than him, which is probably why I could hardly breathe; I didn't pay attention, the thick heat in the room was so unbearable, I was sure we would both need another shower at the end.

My fingernails dig into the skin of his back, slowly dragging them down to hold onto something. Simon lets out a deep moan of elation. He seemed to really enjoy me whimpering his name as if it was his motivation.

I didn't even feel like I was on earth anymore. This must be some kind of dream or simulation. I've never experienced anything so tense and consuming, which also made my whole body shake with elation. With him, everything feels so unreal.

He makes me feel comfortable at all times, moving carefully and easing my pain when I needed it most. There were times when he brushed his lips against mine while we both panted and gasped for air. It got to the point where I forgot that we weren't the only ones here and needed to be quiet, so he would silence me with a kiss whenever I moaned.

My head would tilt back every now and then when I let out a soft moan, knowing I needed to be quiet. Somehow the need to be quiet makes me feel even more erotic.

Although he sometimes moved my sweaty hair out of the way, leaned close to my ear and whispered hungry comments, every time our eyes met he stared at me through the damp strands of hair that hung low over his brows.

But of course, all good things come to an end.

For a few minutes we try to regain our composure. His hot breath blows against my neck as I lean my head against his sweaty shoulder in exhaustion. I felt like I had drained all my energy from my body and I was unable to move a single muscle.

S: Damn it... I love you, Isa.

I hum back in response, not finding the strength to speak. I do, however, leave a soft, lingering kiss on his neck to show him my appreciation and affection.

S: Can't speak dollface?

He chuckles and turns his head towards me as he rubs my bare back up and down soothingly. My eyes stay closed as I shake my head.

S: You fascinate me, you know that?

He runs the knuckles of his index finger along my cheek.

S: So delicate and fragile.

I could almost feel myself dozing off on his shoulder until I heard a familiar, annoying voice from the hallway, Marco.

M: Mr. Gates wants to call another meeting!

I guess the guy is just doing his job, but I'm the only one who can't stand him, Simon groans irritably, I then hear my bedroom door open and Simon yells loudly.

S: Take another step into the room and you'll lose your damn head!

The door closes immediately and I have to chuckle at Marco. Simon looks at me again and runs his thumb around the curve of my amused smile.

S: Let's get you dressed, shall we?

My lips peel in disappointment, not wanting to move from the very comfortable position I was in.

S: Don't give me that face. Come on.

He pulls me off of him and caresses my face to leave a small peck on my lips.

S: Jump down, I'll get you something to wear.

My heart drops, I don't even think I can walk. My goodness... this is embarrassing, the way he puts all of his clothes back on, I hold out my arms like a child wanting to be picked up. He looks at me for a moment, completely confused. But then his frown spreads into a smile and he giggles.

S: Ugh, good.

He steps between my legs again and lifts them both around his waist before lifting me off the counter and pulling me up. I lazily wrap my arms around him and bury my face in the crook of his neck.

I'm soon carefully laid on the bed and he holds my arms up as he slides them both through the sleeves of his t-shirt and pulls it over my head.

S: Here's a pair of underwear and my sweatpants. I'll let you get dressed while I go downstairs so things don't seem suspicious, okay?

I nod slowly, eyes drooping, and feel him kiss my forehead before he walked into the hallway and closed the door behind him.

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After regaining my strength, I make my way downstairs and immediately notice how the huge living room has now been converted into a computer cabinet. Screens were set up everywhere with cables hanging from them, keyboards, people sitting around them. Then I see Simon and Price in the corner of the room getting dressed. I walk over and notice Price had a whole wardrobe idea.

P: Do you really think black goes with your pale ass?
S: I wear black every damn day

Simon snaps and adjusts the bulletproof vest around his torso. Price holds his hands up defensively and grins at me in amusement. I try to stifle my laughter, biting the inside of my cheek.

Price fumbled with his pocket knife when Marco appeared with a duffel bag, he glanced between me and Simon briefly before nervously passing it to Price.

M: Here are the ski masks you asked for.

We all turn to Price.

S: Damn ski masks? Do you have any other accessories? A tutu maybe?

Wow, that's the first time I've heard Simon use any form of funny sarcasm.
P: What? It's not a crime to look good while committing a crime.

Simon scoffs with an eye roll as he involuntarily snaps one of his own.

P: I'm doing you a favor, it's best to keep our identities as secret as possible.
D: He's right guys.

My dad appears behind me and speaks to the best group of men he could gather for the mission. He then begins a short speech going over the step-door-step plan while I remain silent beside him. I make eye contact with Simon, a worried look on my face as he just shakes his head and assures me he'll be fine.

D: We put mics in your vests so you can communicate with us when you get to France and then we'll shut everything down. I wish you luck.

He finishes with a pat on Price's back and tells them to leave. As they walk out the door, I take one last look at Simon, who is too busy leading them out.

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About ten minutes after they leave, nerves start to set in. I occupy myself by sitting around and fiddling with that stupid tablet. Then I notice my dad leaving the room while the guy is monitoring Simom's microphone.

As they disappear around the corner, I immediately scurry over to his seat and take over the mic. The other men have their backs to me, too engrossed in a deep conversation that I could barely hear.

I: Simon.
S: Isa?

He whispers, confused.

S: What are you doing? You're going to-
I: I love you.

I say quickly, knowing the guy should be back any second now, I hear him sigh heavily.

S: I love you too, baby.

My heart flutters and suddenly I hear my father's voice from the hallway.

I: Shit, please take care of yourself. I have to go.

I rush back to the couch and grab the tablet while counting down the seconds until I see my father enter the room. He gives me a quick glance before walking over to the group of men.

Simon, please stay safe...