Language of Love

Virtus

      "What about 1 Peter 4:9? Show hospitality to one another without grumbling," Says Dylans's wife who appears from the kitchen. Dylan looks from his wife to his father to me.

"Or Colossians 3:23-24. "Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ." Did you forget about that one?" Dylan says. I smirk. Lola cracks a smile at her brother and his wife who have shown her that they care.

"Hebrews 13:16. Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God." Autumn says, reading off her phone.

"You leave tomorrow," His father says.
"All of you," His mother clarifies.
"But you can stay, for now." He adds.

Lola hugs me. I feel a tear fall from her eye.

"Thank you," She whispers. Fitz smiles at us, from the ground. We still stand on the stairs.

"That was really freaking badass," Fitz says, changing into pajama bottoms.
"Really? Good." I say.
"How did you know that? I didn't know you ever read the Bible, in Greek or English?" He says.

"I didn't. I saw a Tumblr post about it on Instagram like a week ago. I was curious to whether it was true or not, so I found the Greek text on the internet and translated it myself. It's very true, however I might have fibbed. There is no difference between man and boy. It could go either way, but for my purposes it meant boy and your mother does not speak Ancient Greek, so I was clear." I explain.

"Nice." He laughs .

I cuddle up to him in bed. He lays to my left. He messed with my hair as I fell asleep. I sit up as the door opens. Lola stands there.

"Oh, oh my god. Sorry, I'm leaving." She says. Then it occurred to me that Fitz was shirtless and I'm wearing a spaghetti strap tank top. It must of looked like we were having sex.
"No, we're not naked," I say. She peaks her head in. I have the blanket pulled down now, so she can see the top of Fitz's pants and my tank top.
"Oh. Good." She says.
"What's up?" Fitz asks.

She walks to the bed and lies down at the bottom where our feet rest. I see tears run down her face.

"I can't stay in there," She says. I'm confused.
"She's sharing a room with Aunt Janice," Fitz says.
"Just stay in here," I suggest.
"I can't do that to you. I don't want you guys to have to put the PDA or just DA, I guess, to a stop." She says.
"What do you think we're going to do? Have sex in our mother's house? The most we've done is kiss, not even French kiss, just boring kisses," Fitz says.
"Boring? Gee thanks." I joke
"It's true. I don't feel like I can kiss you here." Fitz says. I think about his offer to shower together. But I understand he's just making Lola feel welcome. I help his point.
"He has a point. You on the other side of the bed or you four rooms over, we aren't going to do anything. Just grab a pillow and come in." I say. She rolls off the bottom of the bed and crawls in on my right side. I'm in the middle.

"Go lock the door." I say.
"Why?" Fitz grumbles.
"If anybody walks in it's going to look like we had a threesome," I say.
"She's my sister!" He exclaims.
"We're in Alabama. Incest isn't as frowned upon and I doubt your family will give us the benefit of the doubt. Just go lock the damn door," I argue. He rolls off the mattress and locks the door.

I cuddle back up him. I feel the presence of Lola but she's far enough away from me that I almost forget she's there. The next morning, I start to wake up to the sound of talking. Before I get the chance to open my eyes, I overhear something.

     "I know, but I'm terrified," Fitz says.
     "You will be the perfect husband," Lola says.
     "But what if I'm not!" I hear him say. 
     "You guys already live together, you act like your married. Nothing will change once you tie the knot," Lola says.
     "She's...I love her so much and I'm afraid I'll lose her," Fitz says.
    "Aw, how sweet. Look, you won't. You can't see it now, but every time you walk in the room she gets this smile on her face like your the only person who matters. Mom literally broke the rules about letting an unmarried couple sleep together because you literally can not sleep without each other. You won't lose her," She says.

     I open my eyes and see Fitz laying in the same position we fell asleep in. I feel a smile on my face. Lola stand at the end of the bed.
    "There's the smile," She says.
    "What?" I say, pretending I hadn't just heard the last conversation.

    "Nothing," Fitz says, stroking my hair. I look at him and press my lips to his. His hand, which rests on the curve my lower back, reaches under my shirt and onto my bare back. My left leg was already sitting across his hips. I take to the complete opposite side and straddle him. His kiss become more and more passionate. He lifts me a little and flips us down. My head now rests at the end of the footboard. He kneels on-top of me, his knees sitting on the bed next to my thighs. His hands stay tangled up in my hair.

    He tries to take off my shirt but we hear an  "ahem" from Lola. Oops.

    "Get out," Says Fitz.
    "And lock the door," I add.

     After, we redress and wander downstairs. Lola sits at the table and smirks. Her face makes me want to run upstairs and bury my face.

    I sit down across from Lola and Fitz sits to my right. I eat my breakfast in silence with the judgy stares of Lola making me uncomfortable. Fitz doesn't seem to be phased. He stands up to get a second helping.

"You know that whole scenario was very weird because he's my little brother." She says.
"I'm aware. It was very weird for me because your about to be my sister in law," I whisper.

Fitz walks back into the breakfast room and sits down. He doesn't seem shameful or even bothered by the awkwardness.