Pain and Pictures

Chapter 20- Found

We went to bed, separately, and I fell into a restless sleep. Talking about what happened always brings the nightmares back.

I woke up drenched in sweat.

Violet rushed into my room and came straight to me. It seemed almost instinctual.

I'd never opened myself up to anyone. Even when the guys would wake me from a nightmare, I usually brushed them off. I didn't want their help. Which was crappy of me, but I hated being pitied.

Violet wound her arms around me, and I welcomed them.

"Shhhh... you're okay now. Was it... the accident? Is that where you go?"

I just nodded my head into her hair.

God, she smelled good.

My anxiety ebbed away, bringing my breathing back to an steady beat.

"Thank you, Violet. I'm sorry if I woke you up."

Just as she was about to talk, Lance rushed in, gun up.

"Fuck! Don't shoot! I..."

"Lance! Put that away! He had a nightmare, I was only trying to help him. I'm fine, now, get out."

"Yes, Ms. Monroe."

"That man! He's so miserably protective! I guess I'd rather he be that than inept. But honestly! Ugh!"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her frustration. I can't even imagine having someone looking over my shoulder constantly. Yes, it's his job, but it couldn't have been an easy life.

"I'm fine, Vi. Really. Lancelot is just doing his job, which he seems to be good at."

"He is that."

The look of affection on her face made me feel something weird. Something I'd never felt before. Was it jealousy?

No. No way!

I need to get this fucking interview over with, so I can distance myself from whatever this is that's going on between us. Or is it? It's on me, all of it.

"Hey, I'm gonna take a quick shower."

She wasn't looking at me. What was she looking at? I followed her eyes down to my hand, on her thigh. I was moving my thumb, stroking her skin.

Her skin. She was, once again, in just a tee. Damn, she was hot.

Without permission from my brain, my hand moved upwards. Her breathing caught and became unsteady. The same as mine.

I looked up at her and my eyes trained on her luscious lips. I brought my other hand up to the back of her neck and pulled her to me. Locking our lips together, in a desperate kiss.

I tried to keep my movements calm, I really did. I couldn't have a repeat of the day before.

My hand on her thigh found its target. My finger dipped into her panties and gently massaged her there.

She was so fucking wet!

She gasped into my mouth and I took the opportunity to dive in with my tongue. I swear, this is what heaven feels like.

She was panting and gyrating into my hand. Could she really be that close to an orgasm this quickly? She did say it had been a long time, there must have been a lot of pent up sexual tension.

Didn't she masturbate?

I had to be careful, if she started screaming, her bodyguard really would shoot me. Oh shit, Lance was still in the apartment! He could come in!

I pulled my lips away, but not my hand. It just felt too good. Her hands were in my hair, she tensed when I stopped kissing her.

"What's... what's wrong?"

"Nothing, not a damn thing. But um, do I need to worry about Lance? He won't come back in, will he?"

"No. He wouldn't. Now kiss me."

Yes, ma'am!

As our lips connected, my hand motions picked up. She was about to explode. So I stuck my tongue back in her mouth and absorbed her cries.

When she calmed down, I slowly removed my fingers, looked her right in the eye, and brought them to my mouth. She tasted like honey and pure female goodness.

I'd never been a big fan of oral, well receiving was a whole other matter, there were too many unknowns. Who knew what kind of nastiness was in there. I'd done it a few times, but just couldn't get into it.

But with Violet, it was like I had a primal need to taste her. It was intoxicating!

"You taste amazing."

She flushed pink, but then, she started to shake. Shit!

"Vi? What can I do? Do you need your meds? Water? Anything?"

She just nodded and I ran out of the room to ask Lance if he knew what drug she needed.

He was sitting on the couch, phone in hand, typing away.

"Lance? It's Violet! She's shaking and I don't know what medication she needs! Help!"

He jumped up and ran to the kitchen, digging through the scripts I'd found yesterday. I went straight to the fridge to get a water.

"What the hell did you do to her?! She's been doing fine!"

No, we hadn't told him what happened the day before.

"Nothing! We were talking, then she suddenly turned red and started shaking!"

"Right. Talking."

Dammit.

We rushed into my room, once he found what he needed. She was now laying on the bed, sideways, curled up.

He opened the pills and got one out. I gave him the water and as he helped her take them he looked up at me.

"She needs blood pressure medication whenever something like this happens. It doesn't happen much, but its been a lot worse lately. It's always worse when she's in extreme pain."