Win Me Over

Aleca walked around the kitchen, looking for glass. When she finally found the cups she grabbed the biggest one and walked back to the stove where she had a pot heating up milk and honey. She let her finger touch the top, deciding it was hot enough, and turned the heat off. She poured the milk and honey into the cup and without waiting for it to cool, took a sip. It warmed her insides. She sighed and carried the cup back up the stairs to the master bedroom where she had chosen to sleep, or rather where she had announced she was sleeping. She walked through the room onto the adjoining balcony, a large and spacious area with a hammock and big over hang. The ledge around it was pretty wide, wide enough for a person to lie. She put the cup down the ledge and let her body slip out of the robe she wore to the kitchen. She wore only a pair of black boy shorts, the material close to being see through and a dark green, ribbed tank top. She sat on the ledge of the balcony, cross legged, and picked up her cup again. She drank the milk, looking out into the mountains and over the city. She thought of Kaiylee back at headquarters, probably playing with her guardian or even Jonathan. She thought of her little laugh. She thought of her dark curls bouncing around her as she ran. She felt tears build in her eyes. She missed her daughter during missions. This time was no different.

It was however a little more difficult for her this time because she had a constant reminder. Ryan.

She tried her best for most of the day to ignore him but it was getting harder and harder for her. She could still see the look on his face when she let him know she was taking the master bedroom and he was not invited to join her. It was his “We’ll see about that” look she had remembered from what seemed like long ago.

She finished off the milk and leaned forward to place the cup on the floor. As she leaned back up her eyes caught Ryan standing at the door to the balcony. He wore only a pair of black boxer shorts. The sight of his body, tanned and built, made hers feel extremely weak. She cursed herself for having forgotten to lock the door to the bedroom. She watched his muscles as he walked towards her. Every step closer to her turned her on even more.

Ryan couldn’t explain the force that had made him wake up and go to her room. When he had entered her room smelled her, the sweet and clean smell of her body wash and shampoo mixed with her body lotion. His eyes had found her sitting there, a goddess in the night. And now she sat in front of him. He reached out to touch her face. Her skin was so soft it made him weaker. Without warning he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. Her lips, to his surprise, welcoming his. He dropped to his knees infront of her, paying no mind the pain of them hitting the tiles. His fingers went from her cheeks to her hair, from her hair to her back, as he placed his palms flat against her and pulled her off the ledge and onto the floor with him.

He could feel her breathing get heavier. He kept kissing her, not wanting to stop, as he pushed her down to the floor. He positioned himself between her legs as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Their chests pressed against each other with only the tank top she wore between them. He could tell she wore no bra and that alone made his member swell more than it already had.

She could feel it too. She felt the familiar feeling of his cock, hidden by his boxer shorts, rubbing between her legs. The sheerness of her boy shorts didn’t help her cause. She could feel every rub and it was making her wetter by the second.

His lips finally left hers and traveled down her neck. He was being teased by her skin. He wanted to taste every inch of it. He wanted to make love to her again. And then, without thinking, he asked her the question he had told himself not to ask. “Who’s her father Aleca?”

The spell she was under which had seemed to make her forgive him had broken. She slid from underneath his body and got back on her feet. Tears were pouring from her eyes like rivers. “When I leave the bathroom you better not be in my room anymore.”

She turned and swiftly walked into her bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She slammed back on the door with her back and slid to the floor, curling up into a ball.

“I fucking love you... God damn it why can’t I tell you?....”


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Ryan finally got up, shaken. He considered staying there, waiting for her to emerge from the bathroom. But he knew better. “I’ll give her time,” he told himself. He had gained all he needed to know from those brief moments. She still loved him. He knew she did. But she was hiding something and if he knew Aleca she wasn’t going to tell him if he pushed further that evening.

As he walked through her room he lingered at the bathroom door, listening to her quiet cries. He wanted to bust the door down and hold her. He wanted to beg her to forgive him. He wanted her to know he would wait for her to tell him her secret. But he knew Aleca, she already knew all that.

She did.