Screwing Mia|✓

14.

Her head pounded harshly, it's been the same intensity for at least three days now. Dustin hadn't spoken to her, she only woke and found food, the one time he came in was to drop off dinner even then he left as he came.

Silent

She sat there, biting the inside of her cheek feeling as if she was under witness protection all of a sudden. She was in his room after all, so she started to wander. Going through his closet stumbling on the variety of suits he owned, inspecting the detailed patters etched in each one.

She would have loved to see him in one.

She continued to prowl, stubbing her toe on something, she inspected the slightly risen floor board seeing the range of guns he own, but her eyes caught the golden purple coated  dessert eagle, she took it up going over the fine print deigns, the cold murder weapon was stunningly beautiful.

The door swing open, revealing a restless Dustin. His expression was was flat, dark and emotionless.

"What are you doing?" He asked tiredly with no hint if annoyance or anger.

"I- uh. I grew a bit curious and you haven't been around so." Mia trailed as he walked over. He took the gun from her, a smile made it's way to his lips as he looked at the gun.

"Your brother gave me this. Before he-" he hummed then stopped.

"Sach. We were never all that close. But, we always had a blast whenever he saw me" she tried to build up a conversation. Dustin placed the gun pack and stomped on the floorboard. Sealing it seamless thus time.

He sat on his bed. Feeling a bit more relaxed. He hadn't gotten an ounce if sleep seeing as he was making preparations to make a move with her to a safe house until he sorted out Konstantine's problem. He closed his eyes until he felt pressure across his legs.

"Is there any problem lately?"

"Mmmmm your just not to worry. Leave that to me. Your life is on on my head after all" Dustin breathed sitting up a bit. Mia rested her head in his chest and wrapped her hands around his neck. Dustin in return hugged her waist, resting his chin in her head. They stayed silent. That moment together was refreshing, just being close to someone in that moment was nice.

She rose her head to look at him. He looked really tired. She pulled him up to stand and pulled his shirt off. The scent of tar and wine radiated from him.

He looked amused, a smirk on his face the entire time. He gripped her hips and kissed her, deepening the kiss then playing with the hem of her shirt. She swatted his hand away and broke the kiss.

"You need to relax"

"This is relaxing" he hummed rolling his eyes. She spun him and pushed him down then straddled his backside.

She rubbed her hand over his thick back muscles up to his neck.

"No this is relaxing" she chucked so did he.

She proceeded to massage his back. Rubbing deep soothing circles enough for him to groan in approval at certain times.
She continued to do so. Not knowing when he fell asleep beneath him.

She got off him and left him there to get as much sleep as he wanted.