Once An Angel

:Interrupting Angel::

            {°Edited°}
              ::Davina's POV::

     The whole car ride was extremely awkward and quiet. There was a tension that neither of us knew how to break and we didn't want to break the silence no matter how uncomfortable it was. He gets out of the car just as I take off my seat belt and comes around to open the door for me. I have to admit, he is quite the gentlemen.
    "Your shoes uncomfortable?" He asks as we make our to the elevator door. I nod, reaching down and taking them off. He takes them from my hand and carries then for me as I press the button and walk into the cold elevator. My thoughts take me back to what happened the last time I was in here with him.
    "Whatcha thinking about?" He asks, grinning a little as he straightens up his posture. I glance up at him for a second, my cheeks flushing red. "That's what I thought."
    He takes my hand in his as we make our way through the pitch black house. Everyone is already asleep and the sound of our footsteps echo throughout the house. He turns on his bedroom door, making me stop awkwardly.
    "Well goodnight," I say, turning on my heel. He grabs my wrist, stopping me.
   "Stay for a little bit, so we can talk," he tells me. I look behind me before walking inside, glancing around. It's decorated manly, but very nice. Grey paint covers the wall with white lining and the bedspread is black with some black knickknacks placed around the room.
    "Do you decorate the rooms?" I ask. Maybe interior design is a secret hobby of his when he's not killing people and selling drugs and weapons.
    "No, Victoria, Zeon's girlfriend, is super into decorating anything and everything so I let her take control when I first brought the place. This is the only room I did myself, it's pretty boring," he explains. I pick up a small picture frame on the dresser.
    A picture of him and Emmy is in the frame. He's kissing her cheek as she laughs on his lap. "You're great father."
    "That means a lot," he says, sounding genuine. "I try my best to be the best I can be for her despite the circumstances."
   "Anyways, what did you want to talk about?" I ask. He sits down on the edge of the bed. This dress is getting more and more uncomfortable.
    "While you were in the bathroom, Ryan pulled me aside and talked to me about some plans he found out The Smiths have."
    "The Smiths?" I ask.
    "The man I had to talk to today, he's Joana Peppers Smith, the leader of The Smiths. Him and his men are the whole reason you are here." My eyes widen and my body tenses. Now I'm confused as to why he would bring me around the man.
   "Why did you bri-"
   "To show that I'm not afraid of him. I don't actually need him for shit. Ryan told me he was planning to shoot Mr.Richards, another leader. Once a shot is fired, everyone starts firing, which is why I got us out if there early. The call I had in the car, was Ryan and he told me that it was set in action.
    Me, Vito Buena, and Zenith Santiago want to take him down. It can be dangerous and most likely a bloodbath. It has to be one of my main intentions to keep Emmy and you safe from all of this, which is why I'm giving you this information. Vito's and Zenith's men are on their way and should be here in the morning so we can come up with a plan," he tells me.
     "O-okay," I stutter. This is all overwhelming and a lot to take in at once and after such a long day.
    "I apologize for throwing this all on you like this," he says. I shrug. He gets up and makes way over, his grey eyes roaming over my body. "Have I told you how amazing that dress looks on you?" He asks, biting his bottom lip.
   "Yes, plenty of times tonight," I force out. My voice is so soft and shakey; I hate that he makes me so nervous.
    "Well I'm saying it again. I'm very curious to know what the lingerie looks like on you," he says. My knees begin to shake under my dress. Damn it, I've never gotten undress in front of a man, or anyone other than Princess before.
   "The dress is kind of hard to take off, so-"
   "I can help," he says, spinning me around. I gasp in surprise and he starts to pull down the zipper. I take deep breaths in attempt to calm my nerves.
     I pull the dress down the rest of the way, the expensive fabric falling to my feet. I turn back around to face him, but don't make eye contact. I've never been really insecure with my body, but now I am. He makes me feel insecure and I'm not sure if that's good or bad.
    "I have great taste in lingerie as wall it seems," he says, kicking the dress to the side and placing his rough hands at my waist. I'm as stiff as a rock right now. He tilts my chin up to make eye contact. "So beautiful."
   "I'm nothing special," I mumble, looking at him through my long lashes.
    "You obviously haven't looked in the mirror recently. You are absolutely something special. Breathtaking," he says, leaning down. His lips just barely brush against mine as if to test the waters of how I'll react. He cups the side of my face, deepening it. My shaking hands find their way around his neck, drawing him closer.
    My mind is screaming that this is wrong for many reasons, but my body is telling me to just let this happen. I wonder what my parents would think of this situation. I know my brother would be pissed and attempt to beat the living hell out of Sin.
    He pulls me somehow closer and steps back until he's sitting on the bed with me between his parted legs. His kiss is intoxicating. I tug gently at his hair as it grows hotter; it feels like my entire body is on fire.
    Taking me by surprise, he flips me over so I'm laying in my back on his bed. He gets above me, grinning and removing his jacket and shirt. My eyes scam over the art covering his...everywhere. He leans back down and kisses the corners of my mouth before going for it again. My legs wrap around his waist as his hands run down my waist and thighs.
    A soft, but loud knock on the door interrupts us. He pulls back, breathing hard and looking down into my eyes. "You should get that," I say, trying to catch my breath. He nods and gets up. As soon as he opens the door. I cover my almost naked body with the sheets.
    "I has bad dream again," Emmy says from the door. She peaks her head in behind her father. "What is she doing in here?"
    "We were just talking," he says, letting her in. I look around awkwardly, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
    "Can I sweep with you guys?" She asks. I wasn't planning on sleeping in here. He runs his hand through his hair.
   "Of course, Angel." She smiles and gets in the center next to me. "I'm gonna get dressed real fast. Remember to say your prayers." She nods and pressed her hands together and closes her eyes. I admire her as she whispers her prayers. Even at such a young age, she talks to God as of she's talking to her best friend.
    After she's done, she lays back down and looks at me with tired eyes. "Are you my daddies girlfwrend?" She asks. My eyes widen at her question.
   "No honey, him and I are just friends." She pouts sadly.
   "Oh. I wants a mommy," she says. "But I'm happy you my fwiend." I smile, kissing her forehead. Sin comes back out in sweats and gets in bed next to her.
    "Goodnight, Angels."

AN: Sorry if this was too long? I don't know. I'm so tired, but unable to sleep due to pain (what's new?), but its barrable enough to write. I hope you guys liked it. Please check out my other stories, comment, vote, and share! Believe in yourself -Vaeh