To Keep Alive

Chapter Five

Hi, guys.

Just a warning, the scene in this chapter gets a bit steamy. It's not graphic, but if making out makes you uncomfortable, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

River told us that we had a week to prepare for the next fight. I spent all my time in my room, resting and wondering if I would die next the next time. The only reason I survived was because I got a lucky cut on her leg and River took her death into his own hands. 

I didn't want to become a murderer. I didn't want to have the blood of an innocent on my hands. And most importantly, I didn't want to hurt another child.

But to protect my own, then I would have to. 

River came to visit every other day. He had to make rounds to 'make sure' we were all doing okay. But I'm pretty he was just 'making sure' we weren't trying to escape. I was staring at little baby clothes he had gotten when I showed them to him in the magazine that was lying around in the bathroom.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"Good," I giggled softly and held up a little sock, "Look, it's so tiny! I'm so excited."

"So am I," he stood behind me and wrapped me in a strong hug.

And I realized that I liked him.

He had told me this would happen, that I would start to like him. I did like him. I liked him a lot. He was sexy, smart, and a little insane.

Back when I was a librarian, I never encountered anyone remotely attractive. I didn't have the time or money to go on dates. So this was the first time I was ever feeling all... fluttery for someone.

A dark thought hit me. Did he hug all the other women? Did he... touch them? I fought back an unreasonable jealousy at the thought. For goodness sake! He was my kidnapper! I shouldn't be able to enjoy his mere presence, let alone his touch.

And he hadn't kissed yet me, either.

Crap. 

It's just so typical of me to develop Stockholm Syndrome.

I bit my lip and blushed when he pressed his lips to my neck and planted little butterfly kisses everywhere. My whole body shivered from the contact of his muscular upper body pressing against my back through the thin barriers of our shirts. 

"Tell me," he whispered against my neck, "What was that thought."

"Um," I hesitated, "Nothing."

"Wrong answer," he breathed and bit down on the sweet spot where my shoulder met my neck.

I moaned at the sharp pleasure, "I... I was just wondering..."

"Go on," he rasped, and bent to link away the tingling sting from the bit.

My body erupted in tiny explosions, "Um... I was wondering... if you did... this to the other girls..."

He pulled back sharply and spun me around to face him. I gulped. I answered his question, right? I didn't do anything wrong. He told me to be honest...

"You listen to me very carefully, baby," he said in a low voice, "This sexy little body of yours is mine. Trust me, you satisfy me more than you can imagine..."

"O-Oh," I squeaked, turning red.

He lost his serious face and his mouth curled up at the ends, "Quite the blusher, aren't you?"

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, and then stared up at him thoughtfully, "You know... you haven't kissed me. I mean, you have, but I meant like... kissed me kissed me."