The Executioner

Chapter 14: Elliott

Seeing her relaxed was really something. It made him feel like he started seeing the real Scarlett. She had fit right in at the club like one of the guys. He was proud of her, which was an unusual feeling for him. She'd made him smile, a real smile, and it felt good.

They were in the truck now and she was starting to doze with her head leaned back against the back glass. Her hair was falling around her neck and her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks every time he hit a bump in the road. The ride was over way too soon.

"Come on sugar, lets go inside." He nudge her shoulder and she stirred, slowly at first but then those sleepy eyes hit his and his chest tightened. He didn't know if it was because they were LC's or because they were hers at this point.

"I'm hungry." She stated as she reached for the door handle. He smiled again.

"Alright lets go get you something to eat. You want a sandwich? You can sit on the couch, I'll make you one." He hoped. His diet normally consisted of fast food and whatever was in the clubs kitchen. A sandwich couldn't be that hard right?

"That couch is scratchy." She said crinkling her nose as he helped her sit down on it. "Dad must have had a thing for plaid"
The word felt funny in her mouth. Elliott could tell by the face she made after she said it. Another shot to the heart.

"I'll be right back."

When he came back from the kitchen she was sitting on the couch watching some old black and white war movie and she seemed to be captivated.
"Here's your sandwich and a Water. You need to drink all of that so you won't feel so bad in the morning." As he leaned down to place the sandwich on the coffee table he felt her eyes on him. Staring. All thoughts of food gone, replaced with a different kind of hunger. Before he could stop it, her hand shot out and grabbed him pulling him towards her. He used his other hand to catch himself on the back of the couch and found himself inches from her face. Those eyes bore into his and her tongue snaked out to wet her lips. She began to lean in and when her lips met his softly he almost lost it. Her mouth was sweet and tasted only slightly like jack. Their lips tangled together in a slow dance and he felt her tongue rake over his bottom lip asking for entrance. Before she could, he delved into her, countering her every move with one of his own. The hand she had taken now landed on her waist and he kneaded her side and ass until it wasn't enough and she began to turn and lay back on the couch as he followed. He eased himself between her legs and got as close as he possibly could never breaking their kiss. Her hands were all over him, sliding up and down his sides and up around his neck. It wasn't until she went for his belt that he froze and broke the kiss, jumping back like she had burned him.

"What... what did I do wrong?" She said looking like a deer in headlights. The look almost made him forget his control.

"You didn't do anything wrong sugar. You did everything right. But you're drunk, and hurting and I'm not one to take advantage. When and if that happens, I want you sober and I want you to want it for the right reasons." He waited for her to throw a fit, to jump up and start stomping around but she didn't. She looked at him and melted all over again, defeat written all over her face"

"You're right. I should probably just go to bed and sleep it off."

"Yea I guess I should be going." Elliott said turning to lift off the couch and head toward the door. His hand was on the door knob when she spoke again.

"Don't go. Will you stay with me, I don't want to be alone. I'll keep my hands to myself. Scouts honor." She held up her fingers swearing.

He smiled again. And jerked his head toward the bedroom.