Awaken *EDITING IN PROGRESS*

Chapter 8

AN: For those of you who are following this, I'm sorry for the wait. My pregnancy has been rough, and work has kept me really busy. I've really been in a inspired mood lately and I hope to keep going with this. Please let me know what y'all think of have any suggestions on where this story should go. I love ideas =)

Kaylin

Checking the clock once more to only see that it read 5:30 p.m., it was odd that Allen had not returned yet. He rarely went in at all, even when he did it would be for a major meeting then he'd return before 3 those days. I originally assumed that Allen would want to rush home to deliver my punishment, to take out what had been building since Scott arrived at our door. As the minutes ticked past 3, I began to let my anxiety trickle through, and panic set in. 

What is Allen hated me so much for this morning? What if this was this was the final straw, and he just left me? I know he isn't a kind man; I know he hurts me. I know all of these things, but he has taken care of me. Allen has faithfully housed, schooled, clothed, and fed me. Without him, I-I don't know what I would do. As my overanxious mind come to this conclusion, I felt my chest begin to burn. As if someone was in that room witnessing my reactions, the house phone began to blare through the silent house. 

"Hello?" I asked breathlessly, from keeping my panic at bay and also from scrambling to answer the phone. 

"Kaylin?" Scott's voice broke through the line. Air escaped my lungs as if offloading my panic. "Kaylin? Is there something wrong?" his voice now held more alarm, but I no longer felt anything but a soothing calmness pool around me. 

"Scott?" I knew it was him, but my mind wasn't processing it. 

"Kaylin, love," his tone smoothed out. "What is wrong?"

"Ho-how did you know I wasn't okay?" I knew my brain wasn't working right, but I was sure in the fact Scott would have no way in knowing that I was anything less than perfect.  

"I will do my best to explain that this evening. I can be at the house in a few minutes if you need me to be," Scott sounded rushed in his words. With each word I could hear the tension and sharpness of his words ease. Funny thing was, that I did want him here. The moment he offered to be here with me, it was all I wanted, all I needed. 

"Uhh, no. no, that's sweet to offer. Allen." my pause heavy. "he'll be home soon. I'll be fine. I promise," the last part of my sentence held no emotion, like it was a lie I had telling for years. Which if he could hear that, then he would be more worried, or suspicious. Scott was proving to be a perceptive man, and my skills to hide the truth felt lacking. Cold settled into my bones, a biting pain running the length of my body; it felt as if the absence of Scott and the anxiety blended and stole away what little warmth I held left in my body. 

"Leave Allen to me," his hardened tone assured me before the line went dead. 

Staring confused at the phone I mindlessly placed it back in its docking station while pondering what had just happened. Not knowing always placed me on edge, I could accept the bad things if I mentally prepare myself. 

Sitting back down my mind was consumed with Scott. Was he on his way? Would he be alone, or would Allen be with him? This was just causing a headache; a distraction is what was needed. My book was staring up at me I had been staring at it for at least 30 minutes before Scott's call, but when I read, I didn't see the words. So that was pointless. Now Scott consumed my mind, and my body reacted as well. Warmth spilled through my limbs; my heart pounded as its pace increased. It felt as if I had entered an almost trance like state that was shattered with the sounding of our doorbell going off, causing a yelp to slip through my lips. 

"Kaylin?! Did something happen? Are you okay? Can you open the door my love?" even in his frantic state he tried to sooth his voice down with each question. He called me his love, he did on the phone earlier too, I think. Maybe it was just the way he grew up speaking, like darling or dear. Snapping back out of it, I sprinted to the door unlocking it before swinging it open without a second thought. 

There, stood Scott; looking into his safe brown eyes I instantly calmed. From the way his body deflated in the next moment I would say he did too. It was like a rope had been cut and all the tension keeping him rigid had simply disappeared. In the next breath Scott was pushing door as he entered the house, pulling me ever so gently into his arms. Scott's scent entered my lungs acting as a sedative, almost sending me back into that trance feeling. His presence, his embrace, Scott just washed all the bad away. 

"Scott?" my voice small. I wanted to live in this moment for eternity, but questions required answers. Like how he got here so fast, he carpooled with Allen yet there was no car in our driveways. Where was Allen? What was happening? If Allen was here to see he'd surely kill me. My spiraling thoughts were disrupted from a rumble from Scott's chest.  

"Yes," his tone and long exhales made me feel it was possible that Scott was experiencing the same things I was. 

"Where's Allen?"  the dreaded question was barely a whisper. The answered earned a growl in response, almost as if it came from his chest. Oddly enough the response didn't bring about fear or worry, instead amusement. It seemed like it was so long ago since I wanted to genuinely laugh.

"He will not be an issue," Scott's voice had a touch of amusement to it. "He will be held up at work for the night. Also, a little birdy is under the strictest of orders to alert me when he is on his way. One could say, we have the night to ourselves," the quirky smile was present in his voice. I released him so I could pull back and looked up at him, I just had to see his face. 

Once I pulled away, Scott leaned down placing a gentle kiss on my lips. Like a breeze blowing across my skin. All this was something I couldn't even put into words; it was as if the sun itself reached down and kissed me, never burning me but giving me a constant source of warmth. Scott's kiss ended all too soon, I needed more. Placing my hands on his chest caused Scott to freeze instantly, either from my abruptness or due to the sparks that were now igniting under my hands. Before I had time to think, I rose onto the tips of my toes and closed the gap between us, merging into his embrace once more.

Forgetting we were standing in the doorway until Scott was lifting me, never breaking contact as he walked us to the couch. Laying me down on the couch, not putting his weight on me but I could still feel his body against mine. Every inch of his body, especially all the hard parts. Scott's tongue traced against my lip again asking for entrance, this time I immediately gave into him. If you had asked me to describe our first kiss I would have said breath taking, then these would be described as a deathblow. Time didn't mean anything to me while he was kissing me, it was never enough, until my lungs began to burn. Breaking away I gasped for air, Scott adapted within a second trailing kisses up my jawline towards my ears.

If I had control of my mind or body, then I may have been embarrassed at the sounds that were escaping me, the moans that begged for more. My hands clawed at his chest, seeking more as they moved up into his scalp gripping his hair. When I lightly tugged on his hair, I arched my body into his causing Scott to release growl again. Stretching my neck out giving Scott more of myself I felt a sting on my neck, making an excited gasp leave me. Scott pulled away instantly, pulling me into his arms along with him, checking my neck. 

"Kaylin are you alright?" he sounded frantic. 

Simply nodding yes, my mind and body felt like Jello. I was incomplete bliss; angry with myself for reacting from his touch. Scott's thumb lightly brushed over the part of my neck he was just kissing, causing a new sense of pleasure to radiate from the area. This time I didn't try to suppress the moan he coaxed out of me.

"Kaylin," he smiled, his chuckle a whisper. 

"Scott?" I returned; it felt comfortable being with him, effortless. It's like somehow, I've known him forever. Between my body's reaction, the kisses, his scent, and Scott's rhythmic massage all left me feeling drunk. 

"Did I hurt you?" my eyes popped open, immediately shook my head no. 

Seeing his reaction instilled a bond into my heart. It was probably insane, idiotic, and a million other things, but I didn't' care. For once someone cared about me, about how I feel, if I was okay or hurt. This may all be a mistake, I may regret it, but I wanted to live in this happiness I had found. I was terrified of course; years of abuse wasn't going to wash away overnight. Mustering the truest and brightest smile I could, I looked up at him with hope. My smile was contagious because soon a matching one had been etched onto Scott's face. 

"So, what's the plan for the night?"