Venturously Yours,

Rectifying Yours Truly

Eliot paced in her room, her mind whirling. Her emotions dipping in anger and then mulling in sadness. God! What am I doing?

She didn't know what to make of Octavius. One time, he was so passionate and the next, aloof and distant. What had changed between?

No! She shouldn't care. This was just some play at work and here they were just mere players, poking around and having fun. She really needn't bother except she was bothered.

Bothered highly and crucially by him.

His stupid glorious blue hair, the way his eyes watched her, never wavering, his hands between her thighs, all this bothered her to another level.

She had already changed into her short nightgown and not even a blink of sleep rested on her eyes when suddenly she heard the doorbell.

She whipped her head to the clock. It was two am. Who could come this late?

Immediately, sheer ice prickles spread over her body. She moved down the stairs, passing by the kitchen, reaching for the knife from the rack.

She held it steady in her palm as she slowly made her way to the front door. When the doorbell rang again, she was about to ask who was it when his voice was heard from outside.

"Eliot! It's me, Octavius." A series of knocks on the door followed.

Her heart did a flip and she unlocked the door, opening to his handsome face basking in the twilight.

"Octavius! Wha-"

He moved so swiftly, she didn't see him coming but she managed to keep the blade away from his body when it collided against hers. He brought his hand over her nape, jerking her to him.

His sweet mouth tilting as he swept over hers. Tongue lacing together, she moans kissing him back. The world inclines and she felt boneless.

He lets out a ragged pant against her mouth. "You asked me what I dreamed. I saw your lips. I saw these." Rubbing his thumb pad over her bottom lip. "I saw your tits. Your gorgeous tits. I didn't tell you because... all this ...I feel so strong."

Eliot gulps, looking up at those intense eyes. They were watching her emotions pass by her face. She didn't know what she was feeling. All she knew she wasn't hiding anything from him.

When he eyed the knife she was holding on to, he smirked. "Nice weaponry. Made that yourself?"

She moved back and he let her. She was still reeling from his words. "Did you mean what you said?"

He kicked the door shut from behind. "What do you think?"

Eliot wraps her arms around her middle, the cold blade sharp against her torso.

He then noticed her bedroom attire and she could feel his gaze move from her face, to her lips, her neck and down her breasts cupped in the sheer material which revealed the satin pebbled nipples.

His gaze doesn't stop. When he glances down again and pauses right between her legs, her thighs automatically rubs against each other.

"Were you asleep?" He looks back up.

"No, I couldn't sleep."

"Nor can I. Come with me." He strode to her, taking her hand. Linking their fingers together, he takes her to her bedroom, not before keeping the knife back in it's respective place in the rack.

Once her bedroom door closes behind them, she takes the opportunity to notice his own clothes. He had just put on some black joggers with a plain black muscle tee. His arms were exposed, bulging and ridges with blue veins marring down.