The One Who Loved Him

Make Up Your Mind

His fingers tangled themselves in my hair. My legs were wrapped around his, and I didn't understand how he could walk. The world was spinning and swirling around; the hallway was obscured. I had no idea where he was going. Finally, he rested his forehead on mine, his breathing very heavy.

"Are you sure?"

Was I sure? Was this what I wanted? I honestly didn't want to seem skanky or whorish. But I couldn't resist him. His eyes studied my face. God, they were a gorgeous brown.

"Take me away." I muttered and pressed my lips against his.

He pushed a door open and stepped in, shutting it with his booted foot. I eagerly unbuttoned his navy shirt, and untied my bow. His lips hungrily kissed my neck, my throat, my collar bone. I leaned back and let him have at it. Dominic growled lowly and tossed me down on his bed. He loomed over me, chocolate brown eyes traveling over my body fervently. I pulled him down on me and wrapped my legs around him again, tightening them. He dragged his fingertips over my arms, leaving trails of hotness in their wake.

"Yo quiero tanto." he moaned in my ear.

"Puede hacer que me." I said back.

He grinned and pulled me up. I lifted my shirt up for him as he went to nip at my naval. Dominic licked the flesh above my belt and looked up at me. He was a perfect replica of an angel with devilish brown eyes like...

He stopped and pushed on the skin surrounding my belly button. "It's really hard here."

Flutter flies appeared in my stomach. "I work out a lot."

He stared at me for a minute before he shrugged and went back to nipping at me. I tilted my head back and thanked Raziel that he believed me. It wasn't easy to lie to him, but I had to. He made a noise that made me look at him.

"What?"

"Raise your arms."

I did what he asked me. He lifted my shirt up all the way and pulled it off of my head. Dominic stared at my purple satin bra with a lascivious look on his perfect face.

"Take it off." I told him.

He kissed my stomach, traveling up, his hands going around me. Something in my head told me to stop. Something said to not let him do it, to think about my baby.

My baby.

I pushed him back; he gazed at me with a hurt expression.

"What's wrong, Liza?"

A sting. Liza. "I can't."

"Why not? I thought you wanted me to."

"I do. I mean, I did."

"You don't like me do you?"

"I do! I just think we're getting ahead of ourselves."

He pushed up off of me and started pacing in front of the bed; I fumbled around for my shirt. His hand shot out and handed it to me.

"Dominic," I began, slipping the material over my head. "Don't be mad at me."

"I'll take you home. Come on."

I slipped off the bed and followed him out. He stalked ahead of me, anger plain in each of his long strides. I had to jog to keep up. We got to the end of the spiral staircase faster than it had taken us to go up. I watched him reach for his keys and grab my jacket, thrusting it out at me. What did I do?

"Where does Magnus live?" he asked when he got in and started it up.

"In Brooklyn. Down by the factories."

"Alright." He sped off and didn't say anything for the rest of the ride.

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The clock struck eleven, and Eliza still wasn't back. Maybe she had decided to spend the night at his house. Magnus gave a smile and stood up from his desk. Alec had gone to sleep a while ago and was knocked out on the couch. His bare feet peeked out from underneath the blanket he had thrown over himself before he fell asleep. He stared at him, shoving his hands in his pockets. Alec's head hung off the back of the couch. His mouth was wide open, and his hair fell in his closed eyes. Magnus smiled again and went to change his clothes.

After he walked back out, he went to get a glass of water. It's quiet without Eliza here, he thought. By now, she was whimpering like a little kid. She had been here for a couple day now, but he was already used to hearing her sleep. He held a nice crystal cup given to him by one of his "visitors" he had before Alec in his hands when there was a loud knock on the door. He jumped and dropped it, cursing himself for it. Alec sat blot straight up at the sound and looked around. "Magnus?"

"It was just me dropping a glass."

There was several more hard knocks on his door.

"Who's at the door?"

"Does it look like I know, Alexander?"

Alec let out a growl. He hated being called that by Magnus.

"Answer it, will ya?" he asked.

"Fine. But if you step on broken glass in the middle of the night, don't complain to me." Magnus stomped over to the door, wondering who in the hell could be knocking on his door at this hour. He threw it open and felt surprise cross his face. It was Eliza, tear-streaked and wrapping her arms around herself. "Eliza! What happened? I thought you were with Dominic!"

"He's mad at me because I didn't want to have sex with him!" she cried and stepped over the threshold, burying her head in his shoulder.

Alec got up and walked over to see what was happening with her. Magnus moved so he could shut the door.

"What's wrong?"

"Dominic is mad at her because she didn't want him inside her."

"Thanks for the visual, my sweet Magnus."

Magnus waved him away with his hand and pulled her to the love seat. "Tell Magnus all about it."