Three Hearts, One Soul

Jebus H. Cripes on a Cracker

Smoother than the cream cheese on your bagel, I pulled an electric slide to the left, moving out from between the two gorgeous men and simultaneously putting the store wall at my back.
HA! Try and sneak up on me now, you damn hound dogs..

Oh yeah..telepathy..no offense..yeah because that sounded sincere..oh just shut the fuck up brain!

A snort brought me out of my idiotic mind melt, an honest to God snickery snort if ever I heard one! Marius was grinning, his intimidating manner slipping away as dimples appeared and his eyes warmed while he looked at her fragile form leaning against the wall. 'Is she arguing..with herself?' His deep voice whispered over my skin, the gold of his eyes seeming to warm and soften as he gazed into mine. Marius and Ian hadn't moved other than to turn towards me, either they realised I needed space or they had just been messing with me earlier.

That made more sense to me actually, hell I don't even get dick pics from strangers like every other girl I know who's ventured into the social media realm that is the Book of Face. I've made it clear that I don't date but seriously, stranger's don't even try to come onto me? What the hell is so obviously not right about me that even stranger's don't come on to me? Sometimes I think that it wasn't what happened to me that made me unapproachable, maybe I was like this before Mr. Crasdel came along and I just didn't realise it because school, art, and music took all my time then. Perhaps I've always closed myself off from people and it took the trauma for me to realise who I really was, I didn't really like touch much as a child either but I don't remember why or what could have made me so standoffish. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice them moving closer, penning me in against the wall but keeping a distance as if they were corralling a skittish calf. Ian leaned down to catch my eye instead of lifting my chin, the restraint clear in his eyes, the amount of caring in his expression was slightly confusing. They knew nothing about me yet he looked at me as if he was looking at someone he had known forever, his eyes roaming over my face slowly; he looked at me like he was memorising every blink and breath I took. His eyes not even straying towards my chest which was heaving a little more than normal due to my high-strung nerves. Good boy. He just looked at me, waiting...waiting for an answer, any answer. I had nothing.

'You are more than you know Sweets. So much more, if we could get somewhere safer then I would be happy to explain who...and what..we are.' Ian took a chance and slowly his hand moved into my hair, pushing a few curls to rest behind my ear before it slid to cup my cheek. I closed my eyes and forced my body to calm, bleeding my panic away a little more with each breath I took.

When I didn't flinch away Marius moved closer as well, i felt him watching me intently as he inched his way to lean beside me, his firm body slightly pressing against mine, the bulk of his weight supported by his arm resting on the wall next to my head.

Fingertips graze my collarbone, sliding up the pulse in my throat; somehow I knew his eyes were on fire even as they darkened, the gold melting into fathomless pools of lust. I could picture it perfectly. His hand continued it's leisurely path up my throat, not restraining just catching and bringing my attention rushing back to the present, before his thumb came to rest against my bottom lip, gently rubbing back and forth, that elusive warmth shooting through my body with every swipe of his thumb.

It was a shock to the system while I was still caught up in my past, enough that I looked up sharply and very quickly realised just how close they had gotten to my 'safe' zone, a gasp escaping me because inches from my face Marius was watching me intently, his eyes sliding back and forth from mine to my lips, his thumb still brushing softly across my mouth. I was pretty sure I could guess what he was thinking about. But hey what do I know, I'm about as experienced as an introverted librarian. And I was slightly ashamed to say, this close to him, with his molten gold eyes holding me hostage and Ian's gentle stroking of my hair I was contemplating the pros and cons of just letting him kiss me, getting it over with so he could see I was just an overgrown child and maybe they would just go and I could breath again. But a small piece of me didn't want them to disappear without knowing why they were here and what they could possibly want with me. Or why they caused me to feel these strange things, that hot stroke of dizzying pleasure that swept through me when Marius even looked at me, and the cool soothing embrace of Ian, his fingertips brushing across the canvas that was my soul, calming the raging storm deep inside with one gentle ray of his shining self. If Ian was the moon, then Marius was the sun. Molten gold and sparkling blue green eyes watched me with avid interest causing me to realise I hadn't censored any of my thoughts for a couple minutes and they had heard the majority of them if the expressions on their faces meant anything.

And here I am, practically writing sonnets in my head about them...Jebus H. Cripes on a motherfucking cracker! Kill me now..

'Letting us take you home is in no way promising or offering anything but your time. Ian and I aren't going to hurt you, but more importantly for your peace of mind we aren't going to do anything you don't want. You have control. You have no idea the power you have over us. But you will.' The slight upwards tilt of his lips was the only sign of his having heard my inner dialogue. His words touched me and scared me at the same time; the sincerity in his voice had the last of my anxiety slipping away, the way he spoke as if we'd known each other intimately left me breathless but had trepidation sending a shiver down my spine. But at the same time,...I felt like it would hurt something inside me to just walk away from this mystery completely, anxiety issues be damned.

And that's how, thirteen or so minutes later, I found myself clutching my keys a little too tightly while I tried to unlock my front door.

Seriously. What the hell is wrong with me?

Standing there with two warm bodies almost touching my own was somehow scarier than when they were just two unknown men holding me in an alley. This was my home after all, my safe place; I don't recall ever actually inviting someone inside, now these two were about to see the inside of my house as they had my head and I was more than a little panicked at the thought of that much intimate knowledge in a stranger's hand..

No matter how much their touch affected me or why I felt calm with them near..fucking magic, always confusing the senses..