When there were you and I ~ a 707/Luciel/Saeyoung x MC story

Chapter 21

As he followed her out, he watched her skipping. He could see why she was so happy, the lake was beautiful. As he neared the lake, he could see that there wasn't anyone around. That was fine. He looked up and could see the sun shining through the trees. The smell of wet grass and mud. Yes. It was a fine day indeed. He was taken back when she'd asked hear about his scars. He couldn't believe that he'd asked her to show him hers too. God, her body was amazing. And now they were going to swim together. She was letting him in. He took a deep breath and saw that she had found a spot. She'd turned around a couple of times while walking to the lake, to make sure he was there. And he was. She pitched her towel on the floor and began to undress herself. She took of her shorts first, and then her t shirt. She was gorgeous. She had an underwear and bra on. There weren't any bandages around her back and sides anymore, but the wounds were still fresh. She healed quick, considering. Her hair was being tied up. He joined her behind. He stripped to his underpants. He watched as she turned around and looked straight at him shyly. Embarrassed. She mumbled, "Race you to the lake." And ran. He was close behind her and they jumped into the lake. They swam a few laps and finally were all spent out. It was relaxing. He swam closer to her and sat by the shallow bank. The water rose was up to her chest and his stomach. He wanted to look at her scars, but wasn't sure how to, without freaking her out. They were sitting in a lake in their underwear.

She moved a few stray strands of hair to the other side of her neck, touching one particular scar. She took a deep breath and spoke. "I was 11 when I got this one. Too in-disciplined. Cried too much. Ladies weren't supposed to be like that. So they-", she took another breath in. "They cut me". He winced. He looked closer as she moved her hand away. The more he looked, the more scars he saw. They weren't too distinctive. But they were all still there. Scars of her childhood. They'd healed physically over the years, but were still fresh in her mind. He raised his hand traced a finger along it. She shuddered and brought her knees closer to her face. He wanted to touch each and every one. She continued, not looking up. "Most of them are the same. Cuts. Burns. All in the name of discipline. They never went too deep. They wouldn't want t damage their little project. I never stopped fighting. But neither did they. The drugs didn't help either. It.. was hard. It felt lonely, until they started bringing other children in. Then it got easier for me, but harder for the new kids. I tried to save them, but I couldn't get to all of them. They were just disappearing. As punishment one day, they decided to 'prepare' me for my first client. It was disgusting. Even if I forget everything else, I don't think I could ever forget that". She stopped talking. Her face was hidden and she was shaking a little. "You don't have to go on if you don't want to.", he said. It was hard for her and he could see it. She shook her head. "Please look at me," he pleaded, softly. "Can I hold you?" She looked up, but was shuddering. Her eyes were still hidden behind her hair. She moved closer to him and leaned against him. "These are just the ones on my neck, shoulders and back". "There're others. Anyway, the preparations were the worst. In short they went through each and every part of my body, made me feel like shit. Called me a whore, hooker, slut. Everything and anything I did or didn't do, was pathetic. Anything they could do to destroy my being. Emotions were forbidden. No crying. Nothing. Always have a stone-face." She took a deep breath and kept going, but he could see it was getting harder. "I managed to get out one day. It was thanks to the Doc. I told him to tell them he didn't want me. I was his little gift, all wrapped and tied up. But he did trust me and let me go back, claiming I was damaged. That got to them. They tried to dose me with sleeping pills, but I barfed them out, and managed to get out. I smuggled most of the kids out, but some of them, were too far out. I pulled a fire alarm and managed to carry the unconscious ones into the ambulance. Then I burnt the place to dust. I made sure no one was in it." He put an arm around her under the water, and pulled her closer still. He placed his chin on top of her head. "I'm sorry. It's not wrong to want to kill someone for putting you in that much pain..", he said.

"Yea. Your turn", she said wiping her eyes on the back of her hands. She looked over at him and smiled softly. He wanted to make her forget everything. He wanted to kiss her scars and tell her how beautiful she was.

He scratched his head and asked her, "Where should I start?" She pointed at a prominent one on his stomach that ran down into his underpants. "Bomb". "And this one?" "Knifed." "And this?" "Heh.. that one was..well.. urm.." it was from one of the girls he'd fucked in a back alley. She had nails like talons and had scratched into his back. "Oh. A love scar. I get it.. I think..", she replied, muttering the last part. "Not a love scar.. that was just.. what I did. No love involved. I went to clubs and drank and fucked who ever wanted me. It was how I made myself feel anything. I just didn't want to feel nothing. That's why I always try to be the happy-go-lucky 707.", he replied. "And who are you really then?", she asked, her eyes looking at him, as though peering into his deepest darkest corners. "An asshole. I push people away. I destroy them. I take what I want and leave the remains. I buy things, but don't keep them. I act the same way with people. Well I used to anyway...Now, I have someone I want to keep. I want to stand by. I have someone I want to find. I know.. what you mean when you want to be forgotten. It was easier that way. But now, I want to be selfish. You've been through a lot. And yet you somehow remembered me. If you could do it, then maybe it's not too bad, to be remembered. To leave something behind." He threw his head back and looked up at the sky. Never in his life, did he ever think he would be the one expressing how he felt. He felt her move and looked down at his side. Her face was close to his but she kept moving. She was on her knees and pulling him into an embrace. It felt good. Her chest was against his face. She was holding him tight. He felt tears well up and fall. He wanted to sob so much. There was so much he wanted to say but he couldn't just yet. He could trust her back. He could let go with her too.

"We're both pretty broken huh?", she muttered into his hair. She began stroking his head. It felt so good. Her chest was soft and small. And warm. She'd pulled him straight into her breasts. They were gorgeous.. And he wanted to stay there, in between them, snuggled. His arms wrapped around her and came back to the front. Tiny. He moved his hand, touching her scars, new and old. She was doing the same, with one hand, while the other continued to pet him. After a while he pulled back and looked up at her. Her eyes were red and puffy too. She looked down at him and smiled softly, planting a kiss on his forehead. "Let's go back?", she suggested. It was getting darker anyway. He nodded and stood up suddenly , without thinking and his lips brushed against her breasts. He froze, embarrassment clouding his face. Shit. She threw her head back laughing. "Pervert", she shouted at him, splashing water on him and falling back. "Is the beast having trouble?" She continued, looking at him slyly and covering her chest with her arms. "It was an accident. I swear!", he said sheepishly. How did it ever get to that? She giggled and got back on her feet, wincing a little. He followed her. He was one, after all wasn't he? He didn't regret how her breasts felt. He wanted to conquer them. But he couldn't just do whatever he wanted. He needed her to feel it too. After they dried themselves off, she grabbed the tube she'd brought along. and lathered it into the wounds on her back. She was having trouble reaching them and wincing every few minutes. He walked over cautiously and said, "Let me do it", holding out his hand. She obliged and gave in, looking tired and frustrated. He took an ample amount and slowly began to trace along the burns and cuts on her back. She shuddered a bit, and he kept going. He wanted to turn her on. He wanted her to lust. He moved closer, and breathed into her neck as he moved both his hands along her back, low close to her panties and then higher, along the sides, till her bra. When he was finished, she was undone. Her face flushed, and biting into her lip.He smirked and helped her up. She quickly dressed and they both went back to the cabin.