Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Every Rose Has It's Thorn Pt 16

Word Count 3,303

The minutes seemed to pass far too quickly and they soon turned to hours. Hours spent exactly where I wanted to be; wrapped around Colson, our legs intertwined, our faces close enough to touch. Loki’s hand, surprisingly, had been clasped around mine for a while – I was certain that it was for my own benefit but I liked to believe otherwise.

“We’re running out of time, little bird,” Colson whispered, his lips running across mine as he spoke.

I let out a groan, “What if I just kill anyone who comes in here to take you? They’d run out of guards eventually.” Of course, I was joking – sort of, and Colson let a short, throaty laugh escape his lips as he turned onto his back, pulling me to his chest as he did so.

“I know you would like to believe that’s who you are, Y/N, but it’s not,” He paused and his expression grew more serious. “Unfortunately, I believe my fate is inevitable.”

“It sucks,” I grunted, my voice muffled against Colson’s firm, cool skinned chest.

“You should return to your quarters, before they come to collect me.” For a moment I remained exactly where I was, unmoving, as I considered his words. Then the anger started, followed by some betrayal and a bucketload of other emotions I could even string together.

“Excuse me?” I asked, sitting upright and keeping my eyes locked on Colson’s.

“Our time has passed, little bird,” He said, his lips lifting into a smile which only added further to my confusion. Was he smiling kindly? Was he smiling because he’d just used me? I genuinely had no idea.

“I get it, this was all just a ploy to get one last fuck before you’re killed, right?” I asked, only partially joking. My heart was pounding against my chest as I waited for him to answer me.

Colson groaned and flung his arm dramatically across his face, “Living with the guys truly has ruined you, Y/N.”  

I let out a breath of air I’d been holding and tucked my legs beneath myself as I watched him, lying there – his skin as white as snow and his hair so utterly dark. The ripple of muscle on his slender form, the gentle angles of his face. I was so bitterly entranced that I didn’t notice when he removed his arm from his face and began studying me.

“I’m sorry, I was under the impression that you were about to argue with me but I must have been mistaken,” He smirked. “Have I dazzled you with my form? My beauty?” Colson mocked, his smirk only widening. I moved my hand to slap him playfully on the side but he caught my wrist – his hand easily wrapping around it before he pulled me on top of him. He let his nose nuzzle gently at mine as his eyes darkened.

“Do you remember me telling you that I could never trust you?” I whispered, closing my eyes at the touch of his hand snaking around my neck.

“I do,” Colson replied, his thumb rubbing small circles against the sensitive skin behind my ear. His voice sounded again, quieter this time. “I had hoped that I would have the opportunity to spend any number of lifetimes showing you that I will never deceive you, that the words I utter in your ear are as true as the sun is bright yet…it seems I may have to make do with just this lifetime.” My eyes opened to stare directly into his as I struggled to absorb the sincerity in his tone. Again, I was getting a rare glimpse at the true Colson.

“I’ve got this pain, a dull ache in the pit of my stomach…I feel like I can’t swallow, can’t move. Everything I do just makes it hurt more, I’ve always had it, ever since I can remember,” I gulped as I tried to stop my voice from shaking. “Until you,” I bit at the inside of my cheek as I tried desperately to stop any tears from falling. “You, Colson, you make it go away. You make the pain go away.”