Heaven and Hell | T.H

7. Desire

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT

Hell was an awfully hot place but gosh, there was still nothing better than a nice, hot bath filled with every scrub and bubble bath necessary. The bathroom smelt of Lavender, A few candles stayed lit as you pulled the bubbles into your chest, covering most areas of your body. Sighing, you leaned back, closing your eyes for a moment as you tried to forget the events of just over an hour ago but it almost seemed impossible.

The way Ryan looked at you with his wide, beady eyes was almost too much. They were darker than usual and the bags underneath were huge. Not to even mention the fact that his clothes were practically rags now and contained little to no trace that he came from Heaven. If it weren't for his wings that seemed to hang in tassels then you would've assumed he was simply one of Tom's men that had done wrong.

You almost felt completely useless. The way you backed into Tom's arms, hiding in front of him like a mouse hiding from a cat. The words he said still echoed, though his voice was rougher and definitely dry after possibly not having anything to drink in days. A part of you felt guilt, but the other part felt that he deserved every single second of pain that was getting inflicted on him. It were as if you had an angel sitting on one shoulder and a demon on the other, both muttering words into your ears.

A gentle tapping at the door pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Sweetheart, Are you decent?" Tom called, not wanting to barge in and see something that'd put him into a word of frustration.

"I am." You reply, making sure the bubbles covered anything you weren't ready for him to see (yet).

Tom slipped the door open, trying not to stare at you too long but the way you looked in the water, bubbles collecting just above your breasts, knees sticking out of the water ever so slightly and hair thrown up to prevent it from getting wet, was a sight for him. He grits his teeth, placing the towel beside the bath.

"How do you feel?" It was partially a trick question, Tom could feel the nerves practically dripping off of you.

"Better now." You play with the bubbles, sighing when Tom sits beside you. "Why didn't you tell me that he was here?"

Tom knew this was coming. "I didn't want to stress you out too much, princess. Besides, I put him in his place." There goes that nickname again, the same one that makes your insides sing and heart buzz. Princess. Tom says it so eloquently, letting the words roll off of his tongue like lemon and honey.

"He looked hurt." You whisper, inhaling the lavender scent that seemed to calm your mind for a mere moment.

"Because he was hurt." Tom blurts out, dipping a hand into the water to test the temperature, and for something to do. Still- it doesn't go near you. "He hurt you, doll, and I can't just let him get away with that."

"Will you take his wings?"

Tom was still afraid of scaring you away so he was torn between being brutally honest or lying to please you. Although, maybe hearing that he was losing his wings would be a good thing for you. "We will, yes."

"Can I watch?"

"Darling, that's a brutal process. You don't have to." Admittedly, Tom would love for you to watch but the process as he mentioned was brutal. It was painful and loud and while it was satisfying for Tom, he knew that it may upset you.

"But I want too," You snap your gaze to meet Tom's, hand meeting his under the hot water. "Even just a little bit, It might give me some piece of mind, you know?"

"If you really want to,"

You sigh and give him a small smile, your mind easing as he ran a thumb over the palm of your hand repeatedly. You felt so safe, even in such a vulnerable position. He had that effect on you.