❤Majesty❤ - (2doc) Fanfiction

Chapter 11: Coffee Goes Well With Sex

It will probably be around 20 chapters.

The blankets were tight around my body, as well as the arm that was across my stomach. My cheek burning and feeling sore; I swear I could feel dents from the rings. Lightly touching my bruise I scrunched up my face. How could I have let this happen and why am I allowing the man who did this wrap himself around me? My old song lyrics reminiscing in my head, "Our love, Broken." It occurred to me that our love was not separated, it simply was completely and utterly messed up. Broken, not in a sense of apart from each other but in the sense of should we be together? I looked towards the large window with heavy drapes blocking out the sunrise, only a thin ray poking through. Lost in my thoughts I completely neglected to notice the man pressed against me was awake. Murdoc was watching me like prey. The tension grew as the king placed his fingertips over the coloring on my face, funny now that I think of it. The purple is the color of us mixed, blue and red mixed and placed right on my face.

"I did this" The olive man mumbled, it was a statement rather than a question. As if he himself had to confirm that this was because of him. I only nodded but kept myself from pushing into his touch because not only would it hurt but I shouldn't be so desperate for his touch. "God, did I want him to hold me though" I thought to myself. Just as a miracle he did so as if he could read my mind. I felt his body press against me as he wrapped his figure around me. I wanted to cry, I wanted to beg for answers, I wanted to hurt him like he hurt me and I wanted to run away, but I at the same time I wanted him to kiss me

"I'm sorry Stuart" He began again; my heart felt like a rope was being tightened around it.

"Why did yew?" I asked uncertainly, as if I didn't completely want to know the answer. As if this was going to earn me another bruise if he got annoyed with my question. Was I ever to talk to him the same or even look at him without the sting of fear and pain?

"I was drunk, I'm sorry," There was another piece that I didn't catch, asking for Murdoc to repeat he seemed reluctant and almost refused to, "was scared"

This wasn't what I was expecting; to be completely honest I don't know what I was expecting anymore, this whole relationship is a mystery.

"Scared of what" I pried, more confident from the vulnerable look he was giving me.

"Of ye' hating me" The royal man seemed weak. No, not weak, real. He seemed real and not like a King but a person. He wasn't carrying himself with pride and anger for all those who crossed him, he was lying beside me as an equal. This answer made my heart ache even worse. I wanted him, all of him. I pushed towards him, tucking my hand through his messy black hair as the other held onto his back. Rather than feeling the sturdy muscles, I felt him relax, to ooze into my grasp.

"Do you love me?'" I don't know what compelled me to say this but I needed the answer, not the drunken answer but from the Murdoc who I was hugging. From the one with a clear mind and an open heart. I needed a yes to continue this wreck of a relationship or a no so I could clip this rose and move on. Even though a no would break me into a million pieces. I wanted the yes; I craved the word from his mouth. It felt like hours before he spoke, my anticipation growing painful. My ears were sensitive to everything in the room, I wanted to hear the words clearly.

He opened and closed his mouth in hesitation; this wasn't what I wanted to see. I didn't want to see confusion.

"Yeah...Yes, I think I do...I know I do" He seemed confused, but not confused on how he felt about me, about what love meant more so. I believed him, this was the answer that I needed, as close as I would get. Although it did not make up for the actions taken place last night.