An Eye For An Eye

Trente-Deux

The thought of leaving him or the comfort of the warm bed was a stupid one. I snuggled closer to him, happy to just lie next to him. Closing my eyes, I tried to focus and listen to everything. Someone on the floor below was watching tv and there was something pouring into a cup, maybe water.

Deuc’ breathing was soft and regular, just like his heartbeat. It was weird being able to hear it. Oddly, it was soothing. And then his breathing changed.
“Are you awake?” I whispered, hoping that I wasn’t disturbing him.
“Unfortunately.”
I let out a laugh and his hand moved under the duvet to wrap around me. “Same,” I said. I yearned for the sweet blissful escape called sleep, especially since I know Deucalion was beside me.

“You know, I had an idea yesterday,” he said. I raised my eyebrows despite having my eyes closed and despite the fact that he couldn’t see me do that.
“Am I going to find out what it is?” I asked with a smile.
“Keep smiling and I might just tell you,” he said. I forgot he could tell from my voice.
“But I want to know,” I whined, trying not to frown at him.
“I know you do but you’re not smiling.”

Taking a deep breath, I wondered if it was worth smiling to find out. Surely I’d find out what it was at some point?
“Please?” I pleaded. I really did want to know, he had made me curious now.
He sighed. “Oh, Liza, you can’t sound like that.”
“Why not?” I asked, trying to keep the same tone of voice.

“How am I supposed to not tell you now?” he asked. He sounded irritated at it but I had the feeling he wasn’t really.
“I don’t know,” I said as innocently as I could.
“I suppose I’ll just have to tell you,” he said with a sigh.
“Oh no, what a shame,” I said dryly with a smirk on my face.

“Well, If I can’t keep it a surprise,” he started and I smiled, waiting for him to carry on speaking. “I wanted to take you on a date, on a picnic. Since our first date was… rudely interrupted.” Deuc continued to sound bitter at even the slightest reference to Gerard.
“A date?” My smile widened.
“Yes, if you want to.”
“Of course I want to,” I said. “I’d love to.”
“That’s good.”

Opening my eyes, I realised how close we were. Not that I was complaining, Deucalion was beautiful.
“How are you so pretty?” I mumbled before sighing. He chuckled as he opened his eyes. How they had healed was so fascinating, I wondered why they had the red ring around them.
“I’m not sure how to answer that.”
I laughed. “For once, I’m not the speechless one,” I said with a grin. It was his turn to know how irritating it was to have no idea what to say.

He leaned forward and kissed me and my fingers found their way into his hair. I stared at him, mouth open. There were words I wanted to say but apparently I couldn’t form a sentence.

And there was a certain scent in the air, one I couldn’t place.

Why did the outside world have to exist? Why couldn’t it just be us? No irritated Betas, no estranged family. Just us.

His breathing was heavier, and more erratic. And all I could do was stare at him, still not able to say words. Whatever smell it was, it was stronger. I had no idea what the smell was but after a more fervent kiss, I realised.

Chemosignals.

And I had the feeling I knew which one this was.

“I quite like the sound of you begging,” he said. His voice was lower and I was not going to protest against where this was going.
“Deuc…” I let out a shaky breath as he moved me so I was lying on my back. He was above me and I had completely lost the words I was going to say. Closing my eyes for a moment, I shook my head slightly.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked softly. It contrasted his dominating aura which was entirely new for this type of situation, though it didn’t surprise me at all.
“I am more than alright,” I said, laughing a little. “I'm definitely more than alright.”
“So you don’t mind if I do this?” As he spoke, I could feel his weight shift and he peppered kisses along my neck.
“Not at all.” My voice was barely audible but I could feel his smile.

“It’s good that I asked the Betas to help with packing things after lunch,” he said.
“They’re coming here to help with-”
He shushed me. “Don’t worry about it, my love.” His teeth grazed over my collarbone and I shuddered.
“Kiss me,” I said. Remembering what he had said earlier, I smiled. “Please, kiss me, Deuc.”

And I was so glad he did.

“I think I l-” He shushed me again and I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it. His eyes glowed bright red for just a moment.
“You’re definitely not innocent now, sweet Liza,” he murmured and I felt anticipation and another familiar feeling building. His finger brushed over my cheeks and my lips.
“I don’t want to be.”
“Good.” He almost growled it.

I had the feeling I would enjoy this.