Obsession's Embrace

This is Love

I haven't left my house in weeks.

Neither has Electra.

Well, except to get food or necessities to keep me alive. I've refused to leave, and she's refused to let me be alone. No matter how many times I told her she could go home, she wouldn't listen. I'm not complaining. I have my dogs, but they don't understand why I've been acting different. Electra does.

The doctor that came to the house to check on me said I should be cleared to work again soon, but there's no way I'm going back yet. It's too soon.

Electra walks into the living room with two helmets in her hands. I look up from my Terrifier movie with my popcorn halfway to my mouth. She sets the helmets down, walks to the TV, and shuts it off.

"I was watching that!" I shout.

"Come on," she says, "we're going for a ride."

"I'm good," I reply and shovel popcorn into my mouth.

Electra shakes her head.

"It wasn't a request, Rhea," she crosses her arms.

My heart starts to race and I shake my head. I'm not leaving. I don't want to. I don't need to. Seeing the battle forming in my head, Electra walks to me and sits on the coffer table in front of me.

"You can't stay home forever, babygirl. You need sunlight. Fresh air."

"I-I'll open a window," I whisper.

She shakes her head.

"Tobias is dead," she says and bites her lip when I flinch at hearing his name, "he can't hurt you anymore. Nobody will hurt you."

"You can't promise that," I sigh.

"Rhea, you have to leave the house. It has been two months, baby."

I frown.

"It's been three weeks, Electra," I correct.

"No, babygirl. It's been two months."

"No I had my two week checkup last week," I reply confusedly.

"You had your two week checkup six weeks ago, Rhea."

The realization hits me like a bloody freight train. Has it really been two months since everything happened? Two months of sitting on the couch? It makes sense now why I feel so unlike myself. I haven't been to the gym, to work, or even eaten properly, in two fucking months.

Electra sees the fight brewing in my eyes. She stands and holds her hand out. Biting my lip, I take it and stand from the couch. She grabs my helmet and puts it on my head, lifting my chin so she can buckle the straps for me.

"Let's go," she winks and leads me outside.

I hesitate before climbing onto the back of the bike behind her. She pulls her own helmet on and turns the bike on. Electra revs the engine then turns her head to the side, silently asking if I'm ready.

Am I ready? No. But I won't ever be until I do it. So I wrap my arms around her waist and hold onto her like my fucking life depends on it. She takes off into the morning light and drives through the city.

Slowly, I feel myself starting to relax. My body slowly losing the tension while Electra drives me around Orlando. No destination in mind. A full tank of gas. Just her and me.

When the wind brushes my skin, and goosebumps start to form from the chill, I laugh. Giggles erupting from my throat like a smitten girl in love with her first crush. Only Electra isn't my first crush, and I know now what love truly is.

And being with Electra? Feeling comfort in her touch? In her presence? Feeling empty when she leaves and butterflies when she walks in the front door?

This is love.

I laugh again and lean against her back, sliding my hand down her stomach and into the waistline of her pants. I see her head dip down as my fingers find her clit before she pops back up, pulling my hand back up and placing it on her chest.

A giggle escapes me as she shakes her head, telling me no. She drives through a light and I slide my hands up, covering her visor with them. I feel her body shake with a laugh as she reaches up with one hand to pull mine away.

She continues to drive around and I lean back, starting to feel more free and alive again. My arms drop from her and she leans back, twisting to the side to check on me. My arms are reaching out then up into the air, enjoying the feeling of freedom coursing through my veins.

Electra places one arm on my thigh, rubbing it and holding onto me while she glances back at the road. I let out a happy scream and then laugh as she squeezes my thigh gently. Dropping my arms back down, I lean back against her and wrap them one around her neck to her chest, and the other across her breasts, hugging her tightly while dropping my head to her shoulder.

I can tell she's smiling as her body relaxes in my hold and she reaches her hand up to rub my arm. When she puts her hand back onto the bike, I slide my arms under hers, sliding my hands up to her breasts and squeeze them a couple times.

Shaking her head, I can tell Electra is getting flustered. She's laughing, but I'm pushing her to her limits. That is made obvious when she guns it and I have to grab her waist, squealing as she drives fast as fuck for a few seconds.

When she slows back down I'm laughing, only to choke on that laugh when I realize she drove me to her house. She punches in the gate code and my heart beats faster and faster the closer we get to the front door.

I know what this means.

I teased the fuck out of her on that drive and now she's going to have her way with me.

Electra stops the bike outside the front steps and pulls her helmet off. She turns around on the bike and the evil grin on her face when I pull my helmet off confirms my suspicions.

She reaches up, quickly wrapping her hand around my throat and roughly pulls my face to hers. A small gasp lets out of my lips before she locks hers on mine. Kissing me deeply, with something more than simple desire. I kiss back, closing my eyes and melting into her touch. She pulls back, biting my lip along the way.

I wheeze from the hold she has on me and she smirks.

"Wanna play a game, babygirl?" She says in a low, sensuous voice.

I nod.

"Hide and seek. You hide. I seek. If I don't find you in thirty minutes, you win and you top. If I do find you, I win, and you're mine. Deal?" She asks.

The thought of both scenarios makes me wet. The thought of beating Electra at her own game makes my clit throb with anticipation. So I nod again, eagerly wanting to win.

"Good girl. I'll give you one minute to hide and I'll ring the doorbell when it's time to start the timer," she says.

I bite my lip as she lets go of my neck. We stand from the bike and Electra slaps my ass. I jump and smirk at her.

"I'm winning," I say smugly.

"We'll see," she laughs.

"Mmhm," I hum.

"Rhea?"

"Yeah?"

"One minute starts now."

With that, I take off running into the house, having no idea where the fuck to hide. All I know is it better be a damn good spot.