Moonlight (c.m.)

ch. 19

You were sitting on your couch, running your fingers through Chris's hair as his head sat in your lap. The two of you had partially hashed things out, but you knew you had a while to go. You were thinking about the way he kissed you earlier, and how much you missed his kiss. You wanted to get lost in his kiss, you felt so alive and happy when you feel the cool metal from his lip piercings on your own lips.

"What are you gonna be for Halloween?" He asks suddenly, opening his hazel eyes to look at you.

"I haven't decided yet. I'm stuck between a vampire and a witch. They're relatively similar costumes, just a little different in accessories and makeup and shit. Kylie and Devin are gonna throw a party this year, I think it's tomorrow night or the night after, and I want to go. What do you want to be?" You couldn't believe you haven't picked your Halloween costume yet.

"I think you'd make a pretty sexy vampire, not gonna lie." He smirks at you and you feel your cheeks flush. You've always loved vampires, even since you were little. You had a strange fascination with them, and you always thought the concept was intriguing. You also just liked being bitten on the neck. And everywhere else.  And biting in general. You're pulled out of your thoughts when Chris pokes your side.

"Maybe, I did see a cool pair of fake teeth at Spirit the other day. Maybe we can both be vampires and own the night." You say dramatically, smiling down at him. He laughs and shakes his head. He was relieved that you weren't upset anymore.

"We could go out looking for costumes tomorrow, I have a day out of the studio finally." He holds your hand to his chest. You were hoping he would stay the night. You hadn't been able to sleep well the past few nights, nightmares kept you awake most of the time. Chris made you feel safe when you slept next to him.

"That sounds good. What do you want for dinner? I can make something or we can order take out, it's up to you." He scrunched his nose in thought.

"What can you make? Wouldn't mind a home cooked meal from you." He grins and you roll your eyes, matching his grin.

"Weeellllllll, I can make lots of things. What do you like?" You blush slightly, feeling put on the spot.

"Have any pasta?"

"Yeah, actually. I found this recipe for Alfredo fettuccine online and I kinda want to try it! I don't think I've ever had homemade Alfredo sauce but I got some stuff for it the other day. Whatcha think?" You perk up, remembering your last grocery store purchase.

"That sounds pretty nice actually. Hey, is it okay if I shower here? I've been out all day and I feel kinda gross." He sits up, running his fingers through his midnight hair. You nod.

"Yeah, I'm sure you can also find some clothes back there, I have quite a few items of your clothing. I'm gonna start dinner." You giggle and stand up, walking into the kitchen.

"Of course you do. I'll be right back." He smiles and walks back to your bathroom, closing the door and starting the shower. You let your thoughts drift as you thought about the other night, the way he touched you, the way he took control.... you shiver. It was hot, though it did hurt a little, you liked a little bit of pain, and you hope he'll do it again..... Soon. You shake your head and continue making the sauce, softly singing to yourself.

Chris looks at himself in the mirror and sighs. He wants to tell you that he loves you too, but he can't bring himself to say it. The words still burn his throat as they try to come up, and he hates that she made him this way. He runs his hands over his face before undressing and getting in the shower. He thinks about the other night, how broken you looked. He remembers running his fingers over the bruises on your hips, the ones he had left. He wanted to feel your soft skin against his again, but he knew you probably needed time. He finishes up in the shower and steps out, drying his hair with a towel. It had dawned on him that he forgot to look for clothes before he took a shower. He wraps a towel around his waist and scurries to your room, quickly. He rummages through your closet, and your dresser and found a pair of his joggers and several of his shirts. He smiled a little and grabbed one, putting it on. He exits the room and stops when he hears you.... Singing? He creeps around the corner and watches you, listening. He noticed you were singing Wasp and decided to jump in on the second verse.