(My) Monster - A Jeremiah Valeska Story

A Ruby For Ruby

I flutter my eyes open and glance around me only to realize that I'm in Jeremiah's warm bed. The incidents of last night creep into my mind, making me blush a bright crimson. I glance to my right, only to realise that Jeremiah has already woken up. I'm not surprised as Jeremiah has always been an early riser and I'm the exact opposite.

I slide out of the bed and glance at the condition of it, feeling embarrassed by the sight of dried stains and imprints of our last night's lovemaking. I quickly pull off the bedsheets from the bed and dump them on the floor. I make my way to Jeremiah's closet and throw it open, glancing at the various apparels hanging inside. I finally manage to find the column where Jeremiah keeps his bedsheets.

I pull out a coffee coloured bed sheet with matching pillow covers and push the closet door shut behind me, holding the linen in my hand. It takes me good fifteen minutes to neatly change the linen of the bed. Huffing in appreciation, I look down at my hard work and smile, grabbing the dirty sheets and rolling them into a lump as I step into the bathroom and dump the dirty linen into the laundry bag inside.

I shut the bathroom door behind me and step in line of the full body size mirror positioned just a few steps away from me. I look at my naked form in the mirror, that's just how I remember falling asleep last night. Me and Jeremiah didn't even bother dressing up as we were so exhausted by the end of our intimate session. There are bite marks and love bites all over my body, especially on my inner thighs, inner arms and valley between my breasts. I place my finger over one of the love bites given by him just beneath my tattoo on my cleavage, trailing over it gently with my index finger. It's so beautiful. Jeremiah marking my body with his teeth is the sexiest thing ever.

I step into the shower and turn the faucet on, letting the warm water drape over me, washing all the dirt and our now hardened fluids off my body.  I grab the shampoo bottle, squeezing a large amount of it onto my palm and letting it lather over my hair. It feels so good, especially the tingling session of the warm water coming in contact with the bruises now formed on my body due to Jeremiah's violent lips on me.

It takes me a good twenty minutes to step out of the shower, dripping wet from head to toe. I grab a towel and wrap it over my frame, using another towel to wrap around my wet hair before stepping out of the bathroom. The soft matted floor of his bedroom feels soft against the bottom of my feet as I walk into the bedroom, straight towards his closet. I grab one of his loose fitting pyjamas and a set of printed t shirt. Once dressed in Jeremiah's clothes, I dry my wet hair using a towel as much as I can.

I punch the code that Jeremiah told me last night, squeeling in delight as I get in right in one go. I wonder where Jeremiah is. He is probably working in his study. I casually stroll along the hallway of his bedroom only to pass by the kitchen room and come back a few seconds later as a tempting aroma of something tasty cooking engulfs me.

I find myself poking my head into the kitchen only to be met by the silhouette of my lover hunched over the slab of the kitchen, chopping potatoes. A faint smile tugs at the corner of my lips and I tiptoe into the kitchen, mindful not to disturb him or make him aware of my presence. I sneak my way up to him and snake my arms around his waist, nuzzling my cheek against his sturdy back as he smiles softly, grabbing a napkin from the napkin holder and wiping his hands.

"Morning, baby." He coos at the touch of me.

He loosens my grip over him and then turns around so that he is facing me. I can't help but snake my arms around his waist again.