The House in the Lake

Kissing Him

Some time passes in his hug, peacefully. He caresses me softly and that relaxes me even more. I may have fallen asleep again, for a little bit. I'm not sure. But when I finally really wake up, I don't have the will to move away from him. Well... no. To be accurate, I want to remain in his hug. Very much so. So, I keep my eyes closed and pretend I'm still half asleep.

I'm hard, of course. And I know this can be justified easily. I mean, it's morning, so it's perfectly natural. But it's not that. I know it. I know it's because of him. And that's another reason I keep my eyes shut. I don't know if I'll manage to resist him, if I look at him.

So let's start thinking negative and unpleasant things. So what's wrong? Oh, yes! My plan didn't work. He knew about me sneaking into his room, and what I did. Or better yet, what I did not do. So, of course he wouldn't be angry. This isn't trust. This isn't love. This isn't care. It's not like he is a good person and believed me. He knew all along I did nothing wrong...

Ok! I did something wrong. I did sneak into his room to find out his secrets. And he has only this stupid box.

"What's in that box?"

I thought I had simply thought that, but apparently I spoke the question, instead.

"It's my secret, Kane. Don't open it. It isn't locked, I won't try to stop you, but don't open it, please. After you state your wish, you can see what's in it. Even if you don't kill me, I'll let you open it and see what is in there. But please don't open it before then. It doesn't contain anything that will motivate you to kill me. I can tell you this."

"Shit! Now I'm more curious than before. But I won't look in it. If you say it has nothing that proves what an awful murderer you are, I'll take your word for that. I won't try again to look in it."

I felt like my heart was forcefully squeezed when I called him an awful murderer. Why did I feel this way? He is a bloody murderer! And my heart hurts again. But he doesn't seem like he's angry with what I said. Instead, he squeezes me, warmly – me, not my heart – in his hug.

"Thank you, Kane. I cannot lie. You know that."

Yes, you stupid bastard, I know that! But I didn't think of that. I trusted you! I believed you, because... Well, I don't know! Because you sounded honest, and I believed you! You see? Unlike you, I trust you!

He kisses sweetly my forehead and leaves the bed. I remain there, lying now on my back, uncovered, with closed eyes, to clear my head. I can still smell...

He returns after a while and stands by the door, wearing his trousers.

"Your breakfast awaits you at the porch. Are you coming, my love?"

"Yes." He smiles and he turns to leave. "Wait!"

He turns around, grinning happily and comes closer. "Yes, my love?"

"Can you... well... my trousers are filthy, so... Please! Give me some trousers!"

"Ok!"

And he takes off his own trousers and tries to hand them to me. Thank Gods I was already hard, for what he did really turned me on and I would be too embarrassed if he were to realise this.

I don't dare stretch my arm out to take them. Actually, I try to turn my look away from them, but guess where it lands?! This doesn't help my situation! And he enjoys it, because when I finally turn my eyes to his face, he grins even wider and even more happily. You bloody – cute – bastard!

"Don't worry. They aren't that dirty," he says innocently.

I bet you very well know why I try not to take them. Don't you, Lugh? I bet you know how much I thirst to wear the very same trousers that were touching your soft skin just a moment ago.

"Can't you give me another pair?" Please say no!

"I won't!" Oh, thank Gods!

I can feel my blood rising to my head as I, finally, stretch my arm out to receive his trousers. I'm sure I'm redder than ever before. He comes a bit closer and hands me his trousers. I take them and, accidentally, bruse his dick while lowering my arm.

Or, at least, I hope he believes that. I don't want him to know I couldn't resist the urge. Big mistake on my part. I now want more. I'm so horny for him right now, he could easily make me beg for whatever he may want to do to me. Thankfully, he turns around and leaves. Oh, fuck!

Anyway, I did put on his trousers and washed my face in a hurry and went to the porch. And you won't believe what I saw there! The bloody bastard wasn't nude!

"If you had another pair why didn't you give me that??"

I scream like a spoiled bitch. I realise that, and I don't like it. Not at all. So I stop myself. Nice way to say, "Thank you for the breakfast", Kane!

"I'm sorry, Lugh." Trying to lower the volume of my voice, it almost didn't get out of my mouth. "I'm thankful for the trousers." Yes, and even more for them being the ones you were wearing, but I won't admit that. "I know you said you wouldn't be giving me any clothes, so, really, thank you very much."

He should have said something like, "Good for you for understanding that, you ungrateful imbecile!" He didn't do that. Instead he came next to me, and hugged me tenderly. I can't even feel him saying, "You fucking hypocrite! I know you liked what I did", the way he hugs me.

"You can be as cranky as you want, Kane. Don't feel bad. I love you, even for that."

I want to cry as I hug him back. As hard as I can. I know I'm a hypocrite. I know I'm always complaining. I know I'm only an annoyance to you. So, why do you love me? Why don't you curse me out? I'm here to kill you, after all. I'm not a person you should love.

I raise my face from his shoulder and turn to look in his eyes. His beautiful eyes. And I kiss him.

I shouldn't be doing that. I know! But I don't stop. I realise I haven't cleaned my teeth, but even then, I don't stop. I just keep kissing him. Really, wholeheartedly, kissing him.