𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐒 [18+] | ✓

𝙭𝙡𝙞𝙞. 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤 | ✓

xlii. forty two
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A WEEK PASSED, Scarlet had spent a lot of time catching up with her assignments. She stayed in her bedroom for days, the air felt off around us and that's what hurt. Something was different, she was different and I couldn't reach her no matter how badly I wanted to. We knew the problem wasn't over, the upcoming weekend we had to return to The Towers and meet The Queen.

Scarlet was going to stay there, soldiers were training to prepare for the next time Satan's little minions decided to show their face. Everyone decided that it was best to leave her alone, so everyone went home including her parents. I had strict instructions to bring her back this weekend, not to let anything distract me.

It was hard because I fucking missed her so much. The first night she got home, she was silent and disociated. She wasn't okay, she confirmed that when she woke up screaming bloody murder covered in sweat. The nightmares don't stop, even when she naps. As for her appearance, it's gotten worse. She's barely ate since she's gotten back, she looks frail and close to death.

I knock on the bedroom door, she's sitting on her laptop. She looks exhausted and dark bags has formed under her eyes. I walk towards her, I set the bottle of blood on the desk and close the laptop. She's been spending all her time on school work, maybe it's a distraction, I'm not for sure. I haven't been able to get much out of her.

"Scarlet, let's shower." I tell her,  pulling the chair out with her in it.  She stands robotically and moves to the bathroom.  She pulls the shirt over her head, revealing the scar that's across her stomach. I walk to her and gently run my fingers over it, remembering seeing her falling over the cliff. I had believed she was dead, that I lost her. I push her sweatpants down her thighs and turn the shower on.

"Bath." She tells me, I listen and turn the shower off and plug the bathtub. The water filling the bottom slowly.

"Okay, baby. We'll give you a bath." I kiss her stomach and she studies me. "Do you want to talk?" I can't help but to want to heal that ugly reminder of her almost dying.

"I miss you." She tells me, stripping until she's fully naked. She steps into the bath and I grab the sponge from the corner of the tub.

"You know I miss you, I'm waiting for you to come back." My voice trembles, pain filling my chest.

She looks at me. "I am back." She softly smiles, oblivious to her state.

"No, you're sick." I run the sponge up and down her back, she closes her eyes.

"I'm fine." She lies.

I kiss her cheek, I began to wash her off, she looks so beautiful despite her being mentally unaware. "I love you very much." I kiss her temple and she blushes. I run the sponge down her neck, she let's her head fall back and she hums in satisfaction.

I haven't fucked her in over a week, I curiously run the sponge over her breasts as I slowly become hard. "Does that feel good?" I ask, my breathing becomes unstable.

She nods and smiles with her eyes closed, I don't know why I'm so turned on. She sits on her calves and I run the sponge down her thighs, slowly bringing them toward her sex. "I-" Her breathing grows heavy as I bring my fingers to her, the sponge floats above the water.