Obsession's Embrace

Okay Not To Be Okay

Hours later I'm sitting on a barstool at my kitchen island, watching Electra cook in silence. We haven't said a word to each other since leaving the hospital. Damian stopped by to pick up my dogs. As much as I miss them, he was right that I need at least one night without them jumping on me.

I can't help but stare at her while she tosses salad in a bowl, chopping and adding the vegetables then the salad dressing. She hasn't looked up since we walked in. Hasn't so much as glanced in my direction since she started cooking. Hell, she hasn't even bothered to ask if I'm even hungry.

She chews the inside of her cheek while she focuses on the task at hand. It's not like she really needs to focus this hard. It's just salad. She already made the main course, sautéed chicken and fresh green beans. Now she's focusing so hard on the salad that I'm worried she'll make it wilt by the heat of the glare she's giving it.

"Electra," I whisper.

She doesn't look up.

Thoughts are starting to flood my brain. Not so nice ones. Have I done something wrong? Is she doubting me now? She hates me, right? I should have paid more attention to my surroundings. Maybe Tobias wouldn't have caught me if I-

"Don't," Electra says sharply and my head pops up.

It's only then that I notice I voiced all those thoughts aloud and that I've started crying. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why have I gotten so fucking soft?

"Don't you dare blame yourself, Rhea. You are not to blame. Tobias is. I am. But not you," she says while staring deep into my eyes. "Do you understand me?"

I nod and choke down a sob. Electra sets the utensils down, wipes her hand on a towel, walks around the island and grabs my chin when my head lowers. She lifts it, forcing me to look up at her.

"Say it, babygirl," she whispers.

"I understand," I reply weakly.

Electra presses a tender kiss to my forehead and I inhale her scent. Closing my eyes while I try to process the past 24 hours.

"And no, baby, I don't hate you. I don't doubt you. You could never make me hate you," she whispers as she presses another kiss to my forehead.

When she pulls away, I stare up into her eyes. She holds my gaze and runs her fingers through my hair. I reach up, wrap my hand around the back of her neck, and pull her back down to me. Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her hard. Deeply. Longingly.

Electra kisses me back with the same need and desire. Her hand lingering in my hair, unmoving, while she explores my mouth with her tongue. When we finally pull our lips apart, she presses her forehead to mine while we breathe deeply.

"I need you," I whisper.

"That's not...I don't know if that's a good idea right now," she whispers back.

"Please," I whisper with tearful eyes, "I can't...I can't stop feeling him. I need you. I need to feel you."

Electra pulls back enough to look so deep into my eyes I feel like she's gazing at my soul.

"He..did he..r-"

I shake my head quickly, "no..he wanted to..but no..he saw my bruises and wanted to...to.." I sigh and look down.

Electra lifts my chin and kisses me again. I kiss back, reaching out and gripping her shirt while she gently lifts me from the stool. She carries me upstairs as we kiss, not breaking it even once until she lays me on the bed.

"Stop me if you need me to, Rhea, I mean it," Electra says softly.

I nod and pull her back down to kiss her again. She kisses back while she gently pulls my shirt off. Electra kisses down my neck and I sigh, my eyes closing as she nears my injured shoulder. When she kisses gently around the bandage, my eyes water, but I hold it back. I don't want to cry. Not now.

Electra's eyes water when she gently kisses around every bruise that's forming on my skin. She goes to turn me over, but I stop her, whimpering quietly.

"No..not yet.." I whisper.

She looks at me with hesitation in her eyes. I nod and run my fingers through her hair. She continues kissing me, grabbing my hips before stripping the rest of my clothes. I sigh and squirm a little when she spreads my legs, kissing closer and closer to where I need her.

"Please," I whisper, "please.."

Electra looks up at me, gauging my reaction as she licks through my folds. My back arches some when she flicks her tongue against my clit, but it ignites a flame in both my back and shoulder so I whimper and drop back down.

"Rhea," she says softly, worriedly.

I stop her from coming back up by gripping her hair and she sighs against me.

"Don't stop," I whisper, "I'm okay."

Tears fall down her face as she continues to play with my clit. Flicking it while she slips two fingers into me, pumping them in and out of my entrance slowly. She speeds up and my moans grow in volume.

I wipe at her tears, reassuring her while she pleases me. Apologizes with her tongue even though it's not why I need her. I can tell she feels guilty. But I don't want her to. She doesn't need to.

When she curls her fingers and hits my favorite spot, I cry out in pleasure, unable to stop myself from cumming immediately. Electra helps me ride out the orgasm, sucking on my clit while she slows her fingers.

I pull her up to me, kissing her while she continues to work her fingers, slowly building me up again.

"Your turn," I whisper.

"You can't, not now," she says between kisses.

"It wasn't a request. Sit on my face," I order.

Electra raises an eyebrow at me in challenge. She doesn't like being ordered to do anything.

"Now, or I'll pin you down whether I'm injured or not," I stare back.

Electra smirks and chuckles at me before shaking her head.

"Naughty little thing. Fine. But only because tonight is about you and what you want," she says before pulling her clothes off.

I tilt my head at her.

"It's about you, too, Electra," I say.

She shakes her head and looks away. I push up on an elbow despite the pain and turn her head back to face me.

"It's okay not to be okay. You don't have to be tough all the time. You don't have to be strong for me."

Electra sighs and leans down, kissing me hard with desire, lust, and something more. Something that feels a lot like love.

Does she love me?