Antidote

Beautiful Pain

Davey stared at the woman quietly as he followed her to the table in the kitchen. Extending her hand gently, Davey's eyes followed Sal's elegant fingers to the breathtaking table setup. Whoever said that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach must have met a woman like Sal, Davey thought softly. He genuinely admired the effort she put forth. Yet, she seemed different from the woman he had first met outside one morning. Her eyes held more luster, and the way she spoke to him was more relaxed and confident. 

Davey took his seat carefully as Sal moved and took her's before him. The meal was warm and hearty. "Mm...Sal." Salaria looked at him, eyes full of interest. Then it caught his eye. "It's wonderful as always. Are you wearing makeup?" He began to panic slightly. Had something happened while he was away from her? Was she hiding something from him? Davey hadn't noticed anything out of place. 

Sal smiled at him. "I actually just wanted a change. I'm thinking of cutting my hair, too. Do you think it'll look alright?" Davey bit his lip as his eyes followed the long silky tresses down the side of her neck and over the swell of her breast before disappearing behind the table. "It would be an interesting change."  Another smile from Sal. "It's settled then." 

Sal set upon removing the tableware and preparing them to be washed. That was when Davey caught the black glimpse on the side of her, probably soft, neck. His brows immediately furrowed and he quickly made his way over to her, snatching one of her wrists and spinning her to face him. Sal's eyes stared at him in surprise. 

"What are you hiding from me, Salaria?"

She choked softly and stared up at him. Narrowing his chocolate eyes, he placed a hand on Sal's cheek and rubbed his thumb gently on her cheek below her eye. Sal fought hard not to wince, but the look on Davey's face said he'd seen everything. "What the fuck happened?" he drawled. He'd rubbed off enough foundation to cover one of his black-out tattoos and saw a bruise that seemed to stretch towards her nose. 

"Davey..." Sal whimpered. "Andrew...but I promise he won't bother us anymore. " Davey's eyes turned furious. "Did you call the cops?" Sal shook her head and squealed as Davey pushed her softly against the refrigerator. "Look what all he's fucking done to you! You came crawling to me on my doorstep!" Sal jumped gently, not used to such an indignant tone from him.

Gently she grabbed his hands and he pinned her back. Turning red at such an intimate position, Sal stared into his eyes and couldn't look away. "Davey...please, just trust me." He stared at her, searching for anything, anything. Her eyes were full of pleading, sincerity, and worry. 

Releasing her, he turned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Davey was torn between the emotions of pulling her tight and never letting her go and also marching next door to beat the shit out of the man who dared have the nerve to do this to her. Dainty arms rapidly locked around his waist and warmth flooded into his back. "Davey...I really like you...P-please..."

Davey surprised the both of them when he turned and held her tightly and locked his lips on her's. Sparks awakened somewhere deep within the both of them. Sal leaned into him and returned the pressure. Oh shit...his mind cursed. Pulling away, he stared at her. 

It was his turn to be shocked. "Davey...maybe it's because you're the only person I have that's been nice to me...but I really like you....and I can't explain it. I wanted to tell you when we were at your show..." Davey felt very guarded and was not sure how to answer her. Did he like her too? A woman that was probably 10-20 years younger than he was, at most. He stared at her unmoving and recounting. It feels like a beautiful pain spreading through me...for once I feel again, is it love though?