Tricks of Fate

Chapter 28

[Iris]

I was riddled with anxiety as I pulled away from the Allen house, trying my best not to look back. Leaving Nora after what had just happened was the most unsettling feeling I’ve ever experienced but I would rather deal with the temporary discomfort then live with the guilt of having hurt her. Willingly or unwillingly. With a heavy heart I dragged myself up the stairs to my apartment. I was confused with myself then. Emotionally I was drained but physically I was as energetic as a caffeinated toddler going through a sugar rush. Three floors worth of stairs later and I was still ready to run a marathon. I got my keys out and prayed that Eddie would be fast asleep. The less people knew about my little ‘gift’ the better. I made it into the apartment unnoticed and thanked my lucky stars. My phone vibrated then and I fished it out of my sweat pants pocket. It was a message from Cisco scheduling a recording session for tomorrow.
H. must not have had a chance to inform him about the night’s events but I texted back confirming. After all the strange that had happened in my life it would be nice to have a little normal. I made my way to the bathroom as I scrolled through my millions of messages. There were texts from Caitlin, from Linda, even Patty texted me. It was weird reading through all the plans I missed. These messages didn’t seem to fit my life. They seemed to be a part of a distant dream, another life, another Iris. When I started my second year of college, never would I have imagined that I would meet my soul mate, become a mother and develop extraordinary talents, all before the year ended. Reflecting on it all it seemed surreal. A laugh escaped me as a reminder blinked onto the screen reminding me that I had an assignment due in two weeks. At some point while I was laughing hysteria kicked in and I found myself unable to stop. Before I knew it, I was a sobbing mess on the bathroom floor. Call it hormones, call it relief, call it trauma, call it what you will. All I know is that my body needed that relief, my body craved normalcy and crying on the bathroom floor after the night I’d had  seemed about as normal as my life would get.

Once my sobs turned into dry hiccups I peeled of my clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the scalding hot water burn my skin, washing away the memory of the night. I stayed in there, organizing my thoughts till the water turned cold. Wiping away at the mirror, I studied my reflection for the first time. My eyes glowed a deep violet-purple colour but besides that there wasn’t much of a visible change. I was debating getting contact lenses when I a knock sounded at my door. I looked at the time on my phone and the hour only increased my confusion. I waited for the second knock but it never came so reluctantly, I secured the towel around my still damp body and tip toed into the hall. Looking through the spy hole I noticed the distorted image of Barry on the other side. I unlocked and opened the door worried that something might have happened to Nora, but when I looked at him he didn’t seem panicked. His eyes grew wide when he saw me and his already flushed cheeks seemed to tint a shade darker. He averted his eyes to the floor and said,
“I’m sorry I didn’t want to bother you but I couldn’t sleep so I went for a run and before I knew it I found myself here,” he explained.  I took in his appearance, from his loose sweat pants to the strands of hair that clung to his forehead with sweat. His chest rose and fell with each strained breath and his hands rested in his hoody’s pockets. He looked up at me sheepishly and said,
“I think I should go,” one of his hands came out of hiding and he used it to point towards the exit with his thumb. He turned around to leave and I grabbed a hold of his hand saying,
“Barry, wait.” The minute our hands touched I felt something come to life with in me and he stared back at me acknowledging that he felt it too. I let go of his hand and awkwardly said,
“Come on in. I’ll make us some tea and you can tell me all about how you ended up at my apartment.” Then I clutched my towel that felt dangerously close to falling off, and stepped aside gesturing for him to come in. Treading carefully, he made his way into my apartment and I shut the door, creating a barrier between us and the outside world.
“Make yourself at home, I’m gonna go get dressed real quick.” I announced, breaking the silence between us then I slipped into my room and pressed my back against the door. That touch had left me unsettled and my senses seemed to be on high alert just because he was in the next room. I felt an urge to walk back out there, drop my towel and let him to do whatever he pleased with me. Shaking those thoughts away, I quickly moisturized and slipped on a training bra, an over-sized shirt and some PJ shorts before I walked back into the living room. Barry was seated on one of the high chairs by the island in the kitchen with his head down, forehead resting on his folded arms.
“You ok Barr?” I asked and he jolted awake, startled.
“Sorry.” I said sheepishly, as I reached for the kettle and filled it with water. 
“So walk me through your night.” I said as an attempt to make small talk in order to distract myself from the craving growing inside me with his proximity.
“Umm, well after you left I tried to get some sleep but my body kept buzzing with all this weird energy and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get myself to calm down.” He said.
“So you ran all the way here? Did your mom give you my address?” I asked, while putting the kettle on the stove.
“No. I had no idea you lived here.” At that I turned around to face him and his expression told me he wasn’t messing with me.
“How,”
“I don’t know,” he cut me off with a shrug. “Something inside me made me stop here. I can’t explain it, it’s a feeling. Ever since you… powered up whenever I’m close to you I just feel this attraction, this pull, deep within, drawing me to you.” He confessed then shook his head and with a goofy smile on his face said,
“It’s crazy, I,”
“I feel it too,” I proclaimed before he could finish. His eyes widened and we stared at each other, both clueless as to what was happening. The kettle whistled bringing us both back and I blinked myself out of my stupor. Clearing my throat I reached for the kettle but in my state of daze recovery I forgot to use a cloth and immediately jolted back as my hand made searing contact with the handle. Before I could process what was happening Barry was by my side, with my burned hand in his as he examined it.
“Doesn’t seem too serious. You’ll live.” He smiled at me, making my heart flutter, then directed me to the sink where he opened the tap and placed my hand under the stream of cold water. The burn immediately lessened and I held my hand still as he grabbed some ice from the freezer. He took the whining kettle of the stove then used the cloth to wrap the ice in.

After removing my hand from under the running water, he gently placed the covered ice over the burned area, applying a small amount of pressure. I winced at the initial sting and he looked up at me concerned.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and I shivered, unsure whether it was from the ice or from the lack of space between us. Suddenly he surprised me by removing the ice and planting a gentle kiss on the palm of my hand. I shuddered and my hand wasn’t the only thing burning anymore, but he didn’t stop there. The magnetism between us seemed to have consumed him and he slowly left a trail of kisses up my arm, further reducing the distance between the both of us. I didn’t resist, on the contrary, I closed my eyes and savoured in the feel of his touch. He reached my shoulder, and carried on towards my neck, each kiss felt like a love letter to my body. He lingered in the spot behind my earlobe and I felt myself give in to temptation. I spun around in his arms and after one quick glimpse in his eyes I reached up and kissed him. It was a slow kiss but with enough fervour to make us feel the extent of each other’s desires. His fingers intertwined with my still damp hair and he gently pulled me closer. It felt like he was drinking me in, like there was a hunger inside him that only I could satiate. His hands began to roam my body, taking their time as they explored my every bump and curve, and suddenly my shirt seemed like an unnecessary accessory. I pulled it up, over my head and let it fall to the ground as my lips found his once more. I felt him wrap his hands around my now bare waist and little sparks of electricity seemed to travel up my spine. His hands travelled further south and before I knew it, he had effortlessly hoisted me up on to the kitchen counter. I trapped him in place with my legs and his hands found a new home on my bare thighs as his lips left mine to investigate. Each new spot he caressed exorcised a whimper out of me and slowly those whimpers turned into moans. When his mouth made contact with the top of my training bra I seemed to lose all sense of control. I pulled his mouth back on to mine and straddled his waist. Taking the hint, he picked me up and carried me into my bedroom, where my back rested against a wall as he bruised my lips then kissed the pain away. As he laid me down on the bed, my hands strayed from his neck and found his jacket’s zipper. Within minutes we were both as exposed as the day we were born and searching for ways to maximize skin-on-skin contact. We studied each other’s bodies as only lovers do. Each touch seemed strategized, each kiss well planned, each moan revealing. Our bodies merged, our souls connected and we lost ourselves in each other as we reached the pinnacle of pure carnal pleasure. 

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This was my first attempt at smutt so for those of you who have read Hostage please do not compare
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