The Drummer's Beat (A Christian Coma Love Story)

Chapter Eighteen: Saviour

"You alright Marcy?" Oli looked at me worried as his hands tightened their grip on the steering wheel.

I hadn't talked the whole ride home, and I was going back with Oli, so it wasn't a fifteen minute drive back to my aunt's house. I guess I hadn't talked because I didn't know what there was to talk about. Chris was with someone else and happy, a combination that I didn't like, but what he deserved. Then here I was, sitting next to Oli, giving him a second, technically third chance at our relationship. So yea, of course I wasn't talking.

To make Oli worry less I flashed him a small smile and reached over the center console, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I'm fine, just tired. I think the alcohol finally got to me" I shrugged and lied "I just want to go home"

"Okay love" he smiled at me half heartedly and turned his attention back to the road.

I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes, but they shot right back open when all I could see was Christian's face. I let out a deep sigh and reached back, pulling my hair out from the tie clapped around it. My light blonde hair tumbled over my shoulders and framed my face. I pursed my lips at kept tears of heart ache at bay. I would not cry, I've shed too many tears, I would refuse to let anymore fall.

As we pulled into Oli's driveway a let out a slight breath of relief. As he turned off the engine I opened the car door and stepped out into the chill. Instead of heading straight for the door I walked around the front of the car and into Oli's arms. As soon as he turned around I wrapped my arms around his torso. After he had processed what has just happened he in return wrapped his arms around me.

"I love you Marceline" he whispered, planting a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you Oli" I whispered back, barely loud enough for Oli to hear.

He broke free of my embrace and laced our fingers together as he took my hand in his. We turned away from the car and walked to the door, I leaned my head on his shoulder as we did so. When he unlocked the door I walked inside and took my black long sleeve shirt off right away, leaving me in my white tank top. I sat down on the couch and tugged my boots from feet, taking my socks off as well. When I got back up, Oli's strong arms wrapped around my waist, his head on my neck. His warm breath and skin sent me into convulsions as he slid his hands down my torso, sliding them back up after they reached under my tank top.

He took small steps backwards, leading me to the couch. He gently sat down, sitting me on top of his lap. He began to to nibble at my neck, biting at my sensitive skin. He worked his hands up, sliding my shirt from my body. He then pulled me down, flipping me over so I straddled his waist. I leaned down and met his lips, his hands traveling all over my upper body. I bit his lower lip and day back up. I cocked my head towards the stairs and smiled, he knew what I meant and smiled back.

He sat up from the couch, standing up as well as lifting me up by placing his hands on my upper, inner thighs. He carefully walked around the couch, placing one foot carefully on front of the other. Somehow he travelled up the stairs, never letting me slip once. A moan escaped my lips as he traced his fingers along the inside of my thighs. He took the moment and slipped his tongue between my parted lips. I gripped at the nape of his neck, and moved my mouth to his neck. He groaned, slamming me into the wall. I dropped my legs from his waist and gripped his shirt in my fists, pulling him closer.

As my hands let go of his shirt, Oli grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. His body pressed closer to mine, and I could feel his, um, member, making me gasp and arch my back. He took both opportunities, hooking his arm around and unclasping my bra as he bit on my lower lip, another moan escaped my mouth. He let my arms free and I was anxious, so I gripped at Oli's shirt again, pulling out over his head. He pushed me further down the hall, finally giving me a light bump onto the bed. He slid my pants from my slim legs, moving quick to pull my underwear down as well.