metanoia

Chapter Nine

Returning to work was really hard for me, since the last time I'd been at work I'd come home to Evie in a bloodbath, literally, but I made it. The day was slow, as usual, and Matt, my boss, told me I should probably start looking for other jobs since we were closing soon. The conversation was short, and I returned to my daily routine of cleaning, stocking, and helping the occasional customer. Evie was on my mind all day. Her therapy was from 2-3:30 every afternoon. Since I went to work at 1, I couldn't be there to make sure she went, I just had to trust her. When I left, she'd been making strawberry-vanilla tea in her little cream-colored mug and spreading a blanket in the front yard to read in the sunlight. Her doctors suggested she do things she enjoyed, like her yoga, walks, reading, watching movies, cuddling, etc. and I was excited about that. I was hoping that night would be fun and peaceful.

It was definitely fun, but less peaceful than expected. I rode my bike home and parked it in my spot. Evie's blanket was folded up on one of her porch chairs with the book laid on top. I walked in and called her name.

"Evie?"

There was a crash, a clatter, and a little whimper. Finally I heard her little voice.

"Yeah? I'm in the kitchen..."

I followed the sound of pots and pans and entered the kitchen to find Evie on the floor in her apron, surrounded by pots and pans and spoons thrown askew by her clumsiness. She looked up at me with wide eyes while she slid her silky hair behind her ears.

"Can you help me?" she asked. Her innocence was so cute...

Frankly, it was kind of sexy too.

"Of course." I walked over and picked up some pans, sliding them back into the cupboard, while Evie did the same. "How did this happen?"

Evie blushed. "Uh, I was going to make you supper."

"Oh, were you?" I smirked.

"Yeah." Evie replied. She picked up a wooden spoon and slid it slowly into the pocket on her apron. She turned to the stove and I saw that the back of her dress skirt had gotten caught in the tie of the apron. I didn't say anything, though. I didn't mind a view while she cooked for me.

Now, it might've been her butt in those adorable underwear she had on, or it might've just been love, but I had to have passionate sex with her as soon as possible. She was so beautiful, and I loved her. I wanted to please her without being helped by pills or alcohol. So I got up and wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing kisses into her neck. She kept stirring whatever it was she was cooking on the stove, but I felt her shoulders relax and her face warm.

"Hi, Michael." She said. I replied by biting a bit of the skin on her shoulder and sucking on it. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. "What are you doing..." Her voice was strained.

"Loving you. Is that okay?" I asked her neck.

"Yeah... Can you love me on my bed, please?" she asked, her voice barely a sigh.

"Of course, sweetheart." I replied.

"Let me turn off my stuff..." she murmured, untying her apron and switching off the stove. "Okay, I think everything is off. Let's go." she grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway to a closed door.

I'd only been down this hallway to go to the bathroom. I'd never seen Evie's room. It was beautiful. It smelled of vanilla and a little bit of some kind of spice mixed with her perfume, and the walls were a pale purple. The whole room had a serene feel to it, and the color scheme was obviously white, pale blue, pale purple, and black. She had a little wooden twin-size bed with a fluffy duvet cover on it, and when she walked in she sat on top of it and watched me. After I looked around, I picked her up, sat, and plopped her butt in my lap. I leaned in slowly for a kiss, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

Her kisses were soft until I showed her it was okay to kiss hard. Then she was biting and sucking my lips like crazy and soon we were both enjoying ourselves. Thoroughly. I stopped mid-kiss to ask her something.

"Can I take off your dress?"

She looked into my eyes for a few seconds, then nodded slightly and lifted the hem for me. It slid off easily and then all that was left was underwear. It was a hot, hot make-out. I moved down to kiss the scars on her body and when I got to just below her belly button, she started really getting into it. She slid her fingers into my hair and moaned a little bit. Her breathing was sporadic and heavy. I started playing with the band on her underwear and she looked me in the eyes.

"If you want to, I'm ready. This will be my first time having sober sex, though." I wondered if she was kidding, but no. She was dead serious.

"It's better than drunk sex. Let me show you." I said, slipping my fingers between the waistband and the skin and sliding them off.

Having sober sex with Evie was fun. She kept digging her little nails into my back, and she left hickeys the size of ping pong balls on my shoulders. She bit my shoulder pretty often to keep quiet, and when it was over, the noise she made was sexier than anything I'd ever heard. Her breath was even heavier as we lay there naked on her bed.

"Was it okay?" I asked.

"Y-yeah... Am I supposed to not know how to walk after this...?" She asked. Her sober innocence was adorable.

"That means I did a good job." I laughed.

"My legs are weak." She said shakily.

"That's what happens when you're naughty." I teased. She gasped, but she laughed.

"Me? Naughty?" She grinned. "No way!"

"Do I need to spank you?" I threatened jokingly. She batted her eyelashes.

"If you wanna...." She winked.

When I patted her butt, she got up and ran.

"Gotta catch me!" she shrieked as she shot down the hall.

"Evangeline Frost, you are running stark naked around your unlocked house with the shades opened!" I shouted, pulling on boxers while trying to run at the same time. Once I found her, she was standing in front of the stove again, in just her apron, with her back to me.

"Supper will be ready soon." She said, her voice dripping seductiveness.

"I'm already ready for seconds." I joked.

We had been so in love. That was one if the happiest days of my life.