Hell οn Earth

There may be no tomorrow 4

A stranger's voice brought Ithuriel back from the creepy thought she just had, "so much adrenalin" she thought.

"I'm sorry. Are you Ithuriel Blister?" a grown enough man told her.

"Exactly. And you?" she said with her chin protruded and her look cold.

"Quentin, restorations" he said and lowered his eyes.

"Fine" she said sharply.

"From where do you want us to start?" he asked her, avoiding the eye contact with her at any cost.

"The things I care about the most are the kitchen and the baths...you've brought plumbers, I guess?"

"Yes...yes we will do whatever we can, everything will remain the way they were before, as you asked" he hurried to answer. "Of course, and if something doesn't go the way we wanted, you'll be the first we'll contact" the man continued, knowing that he'd gain a lot of money from this specific job.

"Guys... we're on!" Quentin shouted. The same moment, a team of around thirty men started to carry a variety of tools from the opened door. Ithuriel panicked.

"Quite a lot of testosterone. And let's wait until the cleaners approach as well. It's going to be fun" she told herself, sure that with the noise around nobody would hear her.

Someone, though, walked towards her and stood next to her, with all the rudeness this needed. "What the..." she started to say.

"Aw, but a woman isn't allowed to have this choice of words... especially one like you" the known shameless person said, folding his arms on his stomach. His eyes had a way to calm her down, in a strange way.

"I'm choking on thin air" she said and ran to the exit. He, of course, did not lose the magnificent chance to follow her.

She only stopped when she touched a tree's bark with her palms. It was one of the first trees of the forest. She collapsed the same moment, down to its roots, with the bark scratching her back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sunbeams on her face... for a while. Something moved in front of her and a huge shadow covered everything around.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"Ha! How many hours are you around ?"

"I don't know... five?"

"And why have you stuck by my side like a leech?"

"I don't know... uh, I'm leaving" he shouted and turned to leave.

"Sit down" she said, not showing any sign of frustration, sure that he wouldn't go away. Something is happening between them and they both know but their arrogance is preventing them from seeing it.

Raphael moved next to her with a graceful movement. Of course he didn't want to leave her alone there, it was extremely dangerous. His fingers traced her palm and he felt her shiver. "Let yourself loose" he whispered quietly.

"For how much? Until I realize that I have to face what I did? And then what? Until when? Until I get hurt again? Tell me, is it worth it?" she told him with tears in eyes, looking straight into his own.

"I didn't want to hurt you" he said seriously.

"Oh but you did. And let's see what happens when I get to know you better...what I'll have to go through..." she said, turning back to her seat, where she could lean her head on the tree's bark.

"This girl crossed the line, I never showed her any signs of affection, so that she'd hope for more than an one night stand" he said coldly, recognizing the reason that had hurt the only woman Raphael had ever really loved.

"That's the problem, Raphael...I may be in her shoes tomorrow.. and honestly, I am bored for crawling on the floor, depressed and with my feelings hurt... I- am -bored, do you understand that?" she said, turning her head to look at him again, waiting for his answer.

"No" he sharply told the truth. He had never felt this way because he never cared at all.

The only woman that would cause this sort of frustration was the one next to him. But she, apparently, had taken the role of the human too seriously and she had let it go, allowing herself to feel powerful emotions every time. This was enough to hurt him a little, since nobody else ever existed for him.

"Come here, so I'll take some of the pain away" he said and pulled her to sit on his lap, with her legs framing his on both sides.

She didn't fight back and, suddenly feeling too fragile, her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, like she knew how to do this for years. His hair was like silk between her fingers. His lips were like a soft stroking to her swollen ones. His hands traced soothingly her back and hips.

"Better?" he told her, between their kiss.

"Yes" she said, feeling vulnerable again, as she searched for his lips.

"See, my baby, I'll always make you feel better" he said and his lips turned more demanding.

Ithuriel, though, realized this 'always' and placed it on a small corner of her mind to think about it...later. For the time being, she let her attention slip to his tongue that was moving in a dirty way up and down her neck, and his hands that were fighting under her clothes, owning every inch of her body, and her own hands that were fighting with his belt, and then his zip up.

"There may be no tomorrow, both of us may turn into dust" he said as he pushed down the sleeves of her dress. "There may be no tomorrow" he whispered as he took it off and gripped her in his strong arms, like she was a part of him, with such passion that her forgot the dangers that were lurking in the shadows, the fact that Ithuriel was still a human and the person who was hidden behind the bushes, watching them, in the heart of the woods.

Ronks_Forever I wanted to thank you again for your wonderful translation!!!!!