Once An Angel

::That's Why::

            {°Unedited°}
              ::Davina's POV::
     
       His words sting, but I don't let them have have too much control over my emotions. For some reason, even though I know I shouldn't, I find myself walking to Emmy's room. He did this for years before me, so why I do feel the need to make sure he's parenting the right way now? Maybe it's cause the anger I feel over this unnamed women coming around out of nowhere.
    "Emmy, you have to tell me what this women looked like," he says, husband voice raised slightly, but not enough to be full on shouting. She shakes her head, refusing to give up any information in her supposed mother. At least I know I can always trust her to keep a secret for me. "Emmy-"
    "Hey," I say softly. He snaps his head in my direction. Emmy stands and runs to me. I rest my hand on the top her head while she holds onto my leg. She may be four, she's short for her age. He looks angry with me for following him inside after his short outburst, but I don't care. "Emmy," I say, kneeling to her height. "I'm sorry for telling him."
    "It's okay," she says softly, looking down at my hands that are holding hers.
   "You have to tell him what she looked like, okay?" I say. "He's not gonna do anything." I don't know if that's a lie or not; I'm almost positive it is. She nods slowly and turns back to her father. My guess is he wasn't being as careful I had told him to be, so she wouldn't tell him. He looks shocked that I got through it her in such a mellow way.
    "She was tawl," she says first, making intense eye contact with Sin. Any other time I would think they were in a extreme game of a staring contest. 
    "What about her hair? Eyes?" He asks, trying to sound calmer than before so she'll talk to him.
    "She had black hair," she answers. "Gween eyes. And tattoo  on arm." He releases deep breath and kisses her forehead, closing his eyes to calm himself. From his reaction, I can't tell if it's her or not.
    "Thank you, princess," he says and let's her go back to coloring. Surprisingly, he takes my hand in his and leads me to his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind us. Is he going to yell? Lecture me for following him? Tell me mind my own business? "Thank you for helping." Oh.
    "Y-you're welcome," I stutter from shock.
    "I shouldn't have snapped at you the way I did; you were only trying to help. I'm just... I'm used to being alone in this," he says. I sit down beside him on the edge of his bed, my body turned towards him.
    "I'm not trying to play the role of mommy, but you don't have to be afraid to need help with her from me," I tell him. He gives me a soft smile, the softest I've seen from him and kisses my cheek, making me heat up a million degrees. "Can I ask you a question? I don't think you'll answer it though."
    "Is it about her mother?" He asks. I nod, looking at my hands. "We met five years ago," he starts. I wasn't expecting him to tell me so easily. "I never had actual feelings for her. I didn't want kids, so when she told me about Emmy I shocked. I was scared to be a father, because of the... ones I had, but I couldn't go on not knowing about her, so I went through the pregnancy by her side. I tried telling myself I could love her, but couldn't. I was there the night Emmy was born and that night was the last time I seen her. She left me with a newborn child, not knowing what the hell to do. I tried looking for her, I didn't find out anything other than that she had another child that was a year older."
    I take in all this new information, blinking rapidly. "What's her name?"
    "Dannie," he answers. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do and I don't want have to deal with this. She left, why does she feel the need to come around now?"
    I run my hand up and down his back, trying to sooth him to the best of my abilities. "You don't want to have to deal with it now, do it tomorrow," I tell him. He nods, running his hands down his face.
   "D-did you ever find out who her other child was?" I find myself asking. I don't know why, it's kind of off topic.
    "Yeah, I actually knew and still know her father," he says. I find myself becoming more and more focused on his tongue piercing as he speaks. You can hardly see it, but it's still visible with certain words.
   "Why'd you get your tongue pierced?" I ask. He grins, obviously thankful for the sudden change in subject.
    "Would you like to find out?" He asks. My brows furrow before he pushes me down so I'm laying flat on the bed with my legs  hanging off. His lips attack mine with a hot need. I run my hands through his hair, tugging at it gently. He let's out a groan as he moves down my body, trailing wet kisses his wake. How is this showing me what his purpose for the pericing is?
    He unbuttons my jeans and tugs them down. Usually I would stop this, but I can't right now. All I can focus on is the feel of his warm skin against mine and the...feeling that's awakening in me that's never been there before.
     "You sure you want to know why?" He asks. I nod without thinking. I'm fully aware that this will be sexual, but I'm not thinking clearly. And I don't want to think clearly right now. Sliding down my body, he sits up on his knees on the carpet, spreading my legs and removing my underwear.
    I've never been so exposed to a guy, or anyone before. Changing my shirt in front of Princess a few times doesn't count because I always had my back to her. I'm also suddenly very thankful for my hatred for body hair, so I shave literally everywhere.
    He kisses my lower stomach, making me let out a shakey breath. Who would have known one man can have so much physical control over me. "Hand me that," he says, gesturing to the glass of water in his nightstand. Without moving my lower body, I reach over and get the glass. He takes it from me and take a few sips.
    ::MATURE::
      I'm extremely confused until he presses his tongue against me, gliding it up and down. The sensation of the cold metal and the warmth of his tongue ignites a fire in me that I didn't know existed. I let out a small yelp at the new found feeling, reaching down and placing my hand at his head.
     He looks up at me. He smirks against me, grabbing my hips to keep me held down. I close my eyes, relaxing into the mattress. I've always heard people talk about oral and how amazing it feels, but I never had the urge to try it. I now understand how great it is; or maybe it's just him whose good at it.
    An unfamiliar feeling builds in my lower abdomen. "Sin-" I moan, not able to finish what I was gonna say.
    "It's okay. Let go, baby," he says against me. My back arches as I experience my first orgasm. My hand falls limp from his hair once I start right come down. He slowly comes back up, smirking that classic, handsome smirk. "That's why."
   
AN: This will go unedited for now. I just wanted to get another update in for this story soon, so here is it.
    Questions: For those of you who have read either of Got A Hold On Me or Birds & Bees, how do you guys feel about Emmy being Dannie's daughter, Mack's sister? Also, how y'all feel about that ending scene tho? Hehehe.
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