Behind Closed Doors.

Returning to the story. Chapter 3.

It had been weeks since the incident and Dylan returned. Last night was filled with no nightmares as I laid in his arms. He still hated his wings but unfortunately the memory I thought I wiped clean was only a facade. He knew I was there. He felt what I felt. I accidentally let him in my head then erased what I thought. Today though,  After a much needed nap Dylan awoke me.

"My queen we need to find your sister. She may be dealing with this same issue and might not have a sexy best friend to help her though what I have with you." He smiled.

"Okay I'll get up just stop calling me My queen, Just call me Katrina like always. PLEASE. If I hear anymore of this queen business I will freak..."

I did have to admit one thing to him though. I wouldn't say it out loud. for the fear of inflating his ego. He was a pretty sexy person and if I got the chance.... Oh what was I saying I knew this kid since he was in dipers. We made mud pies together. I rolled my eyes letting out a huge sigh. I needed to stop thinking this way. He knew how I felt, he didn't feel the same. His shirt had moved while I was sleeping and the tight black shirt clung just above his abs.... Did Dylan start working out? When the hell did this little twerp get a V-line. UGH! Why did I care anyways. I moved away from him clearly the intoxicating smell of his body or some shit clearly getting to me. My own self looking as if I had just stepped out of a rats nest. Though I knew that is not how Dylan was seeing me. He once wrote a poem. Explaining how the others saw me. I do admit my skin was more fair than other girls my age. My hair a vibrant shade of red and I had been asked if I had dyed it. I got scoffs when I said it was natural. Almost sounding out of disbelief, But it was true. My eyes a beautiful sparking blue I had been told. I was skinny for someone my height and age but it all reality I saw nothing they saw. I saw only a fragile but mean looking girl. But I could hear what the others thought. I could hear what the whispers the spread in class with me. I stopped going to class. To school in general but every time I looked at myself I could still hear this whispers. Dylan heard them too. He was called freak, faggot, emo wannabe, I guess that is how we started to get so close. Freaks to the norms. Not to mention I knew him since practically birth. But even then... We only connect truly when we were the same.

"Ok Katrina no need to get defensive over your new title. Heak you might even soon start to like..." His voice trailed off at the flame he saw growing in my palms.

"Dream on Mr.Protector." He smiled at the name. It was what he saw himself as over me and I agree he was like my protector. I loved him being around for me like that.

But now was not the time I needed my head clear. Not like this.

I smiled too and started walking towards the window. With him coming up behind me grabbing my waist and pulling his face into my neck. Nuzzling it. My ass pressing into his groin.

"Dylan...." I whispered.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Enjoying the view.Can't I do that?" He whispered into my neck kissing it a little.

"Dylan..." I moaned.

"Yes?"

"Am I the veiw?" I whispered.

"Mmmm yes and what a lovely veiw." He smiled a bit biting my neck now. My hands coming around his head grabing part of his hair. Moving his head to my lips. At this point I didn't care about our status and I should have. I rotated my ass against his groin making him groan and move it in the opposite direction. I knew that was causing more friction because his friend started growing.

"Katrina..." he groaned.

"Yes" I whispered not trusting that my voice wouldn't break.

"I want more than friends." I turned around.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I want you to be mine. Mine only. I need you. I've loved you this long.So what do you say." He responded.

"Yes." I said pushing him to the couch climbing on to his lap grinding myself into him causing small groans come from his mouth. As if whimpers. He grabbed my hips and kissed my lips roughly. Moving up into me.

That's when I awoke in Dylan's shirt. Smiling.

Remembering every push and kiss and moan and groan.

Short update but I'll let her go into detail next chapter.