The Mating Games

chapter 18- A brotherly kind of love

Warning: will be a sexual scene included you don't have to read it.

I collapsed onto the bed, heaving out a deep sigh; Theo closed the door, gently clicking it shut.

"Do you want me to run you a bath?" He asked, slowly walking over to the bathroom door. The sound of rushing water filled the room before I could respond; Theo appeared from the doorway, "come, I'll help you," he murmured, rushing me over without a second to even think about doing anything. My body ached, pulsing all over; the day's events weighed heavily on me, a constant reminder of my almost death. The thought sent shivers down my spine; I didn't want to think it, remember the way I had committed myself to letting go. It was the coward's way out, running from my problems and I wasn't going to do that anymore; from now on I'm going to fight.

Theo helped me stand; my legs buckled under the strain, my body wanted to turn to dust and blow away in the wind. Going across the room felt like a marathon by the time I forced my feet to move; I gripped onto Theo, holding my weight on his shoulders.

"It better be boiling hot water," I muttered, sounding like an old lady. I felt like it to; my back hunched as I shuffled over, moving at a snail's pace. Theo was like my young assistant, helping me go about the daily events. Steam rose over the claw foot bath, popping bubbles rising from the depths of the water; I shrugged out of the blanket, letting it fall precariously to the ground.

"Here, let me help you," Theo wrapped his bulky arms around me, lifting me into the tub. The water was perfect, cocooning my body like a warm embrace; my muscles started to relax, letting the steamy hands work the tough knots. My eyes closed in relief; relief that I had survived, that I hadn't been overcome during the games. A body slipped in behind me, resting their legs on either side of mine.

"What are you doing?" I lazily whispered, not having the energy to turn around. Theo settled in, his hands resting dangerously close to the apex between my thighs.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm having a bath with my mate," he murmured against the skin of my neck. I leaned back, laying on top of his chest with my head lolled back by his. It was calming being with him; he gave me security, like a protective bubble where no one could hurt me. In this moment, I didn't have to think about anything, I didn't have to worry about anyone because Theo was here, holding me close and letting the comfortable silence speak the words I couldn't seem to get out. I was utterly exhausted and it showed; caked on dirt and leaves strewn over my body, it was less than beautiful and how I wanted to spend the first memorable time with my mate but I didn't mind. It was so unglamorous, no sex appeal and we weren't in a rush to ravish each other's bodies but it was okay, this was just what we needed.

Theo trailed soft delicate kisses over my shoulder, his lips ghosting over the skin and sending a shiver straight down my back.

"I've been waiting forever for this," his voice choked up with emotion and I could feel his joy thick in the air. I hummed, letting him kiss his way over my back.

"Forever seems a bit much, don't you think?" He chuckled, gently rubbing the knots in my back.

"It feels like it, feels like I've been so long without you." My heart pounded, struck by the sincerity in his voice.

"Hasn't been that long for me," I couldn't help but jest; the emotions becoming overwhelming and slightly uncomfortable.

"Huh, how romantic," shit, I never say the right thing, "but you are much younger than me," he laughed, his eyes crinkling in joy.

"Shut up. I'm not young, I'm an adult!" I tried to put force behind my words but it was frivolous, he could read me like an open book.

"I'm well aware of how much of an adult you are," his hands roamed my front, reaching up to cup my heavy breasts, "the proof is right in front of me." I gasped, letting a moan roll off my tongue; "another time," he whispered in my ear, the hot breath sending another shiver down my spine. I felt his body shake behind me, soft chortles flowing through the air; his hands massaged my skin, kneading the smooth flesh of my front. It felt magical, like a kind of euphoric pleasure I had never experienced before; Theo worked methodically, his large fingers finding the best spots.