Blurry

Blurry
Chapter 9

Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it in my face
This pain you gave to me
Can you take it all away
Can you take it all away
When you shoved it my face
Blurry~~Puddle of Mudd

Margot wrapped a single curl around her finger before letting it go, watching it bounce back into place. She sighed and shifted slightly in her seat. She felt the soft fabric of Lachlan’s blazer brush against her bare foreman as he clutched at her fingers, urging her to sit still. She un-crossed and re-crossed her legs, her skirt sliding up her leg. Lachlan tugged her hem down, his fingernails dragging down her thigh. The judge paused, Margot looking up at him through her eyelashes as they waited for his verdict.
“I therefore find the defendants Connor and Trisha Murchinson, not guilty.” Margot took a deep shuddering breath and she could feel Lachlan’s grip on her fingers tighten painfully. She wiggled them, trying to get him to loosen his grip.
“Lachlan, my fingers.” She murmured, ignoring the chatter around them as he hastily released her fingers. His large, warm hand came to rest at her hip and he stood. He gently urged her up, his fingers guiding her hips up. Her legs were unstable and she wavered as her full weight rested on them.
“Lachlan.” She murmured as he gently helped her out of the court house. There was a distant ringing in her ears and she wobbled as she tried to work out. She could feel cracks forming in her heart as Lachlan helped her into his car. Time seemed to slow down and speed up at the time, rushing around her like a whirlpool as her chest constricted tightly. Her lungs tightened and her breathing became shallow and she dug through her purse. She pressed her asthma puffer up to her lip and she released two quick bursts.
“I’m so sorry.” Lachlan slowed the car to a stop as he apologized.
“What happened!?” She screamed suddenly. She turned to look at him, tears running down her cheeks as she threw her head back, yelling.
“I don’t know.” He answered softly.
“You promised.” She yelled, unbuckling her seatbelt, throwing the car door open.
“Wait.” Lachlan hopped out of the car, softly closing his door while she slammed hers shut brutally. She stormed off and she heard the telltale beep of his car alarm. The beep was followed by his heavy, crunching footsteps on the soft underbrush of the secluded area he had driven her to. He caught up with her quickly, and she quickened her pace. Lachlan’s fingers grabbed her arm and she was swung around.
“YOU PROMISED! You promised me Lachlan.” She yelled, her voice dropping near the end of the sentence.
“Geoffrey got convicted.” He said, sounding desperate.
“Who’s Geoffrey?” She demanded.
“The butler.”
“That’s not good enough.” She was having pitch problems and she struggled to keep her asthma under control.
“Okay!” Lachlan threw his hands in the air as he started to yell back, “I promised you they wouldn’t get away it but FOR FUCK’S SAKE! Do you think I planned this? God only knows who my parents pay to play nice. I TRIED MY BEST!” It was Lachlan’s turn to storm off and Margot had to jog to keep up. Her heels dug into the soft ground and she slipped a little in the underbrush. She stopped as he reached the car. He tucked a cigarette into the corner of his mouth, lighting it quickly. He leant against the car, smoking, a thin curl of cigarette smoke curled around his head. She carefully made her way over to him, trying not to sink into the soft ground. She had no idea where they were but it was secluded area and it had obviously been raining recently. She stopped and turned, leaning against the car next to him.
“What now?” She asked, softly, as she wound her arm around his. She brought her body closer to his side, curling around him slightly as a cool breeze shot past.
“An appeal.” He answered as he took a long deep drag of the cigarette as it hung loosely from his lips. She sighed and she wound a leg around his calf as he lifted his arm. She ducked underneath it and she rested her head on his shoulder. He rested his arm on her lower back, pulling her closer to his chest.
“Cold?” He asked softly as he dropped his cigarette and stamped it out.
“A little.” She murmured. Lachlan shrugged his jacket off and threw it around Margot’s shoulders. She curled closer to his body, nuzzling his neck playfully.
“Margot!” He hissed sharply as she began nipping at the soft skin behind his ear, pushing herself onto her toes to reach it.
“Lachlan.” She purred as she drew her tongue down the length of his ear. She pressed herself against him, her fingers finding the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“What is it with you and trauma? It seems to make you twice as amorous.” He muttered as she toyed with the baby hairs at the back of his neck.
“Maybe it’s you…” She whispered against his neck, her hand slipping under his shirt.
“I don’t think so.” He muttered as he shifted around. Margot was pinned against the side of the car, a low hiss catching in the back if her throat. Lachlan lifted her hips, sitting her in the hood of the car as he shifted her along the body of the car. She nearly slid down the sleek silver hood and Lachlan had to press a hand to her hip to keep her in position. His hand neatly fit the curve of her side and his fingers curled around her body gently. She felt the pads of his fingers digging into her as his free hand sneaked up her skirt. Her fingers were weaved through his hair as he leant forward to press soft, wet kisses down her jaw and to her neck. He sucked a small piece of flesh between his teeth before releasing it and smoothing it over with the flat of his tongue. The hand up her skirt shifted and he pressed the heel of his palm against the apex of her thighs. She mewled kittenishly, her teeth nibbling at his earlobe. They disrobed quickly, her skirt pushed up to her hips as her fingers clawed at the back of his neck.
“Lachlan.” She murmured softly as he pushed in.
“Yes.” He answered as his hips arched up. His hand came to her lower back to help support her as she settled in that position.
“Lachlan.” She said a little louder as he rolled his hips forward, brushing against her g-spot at this altered angle.
“Yes?” He answered again as his other hand came to rest on the hood of the car, supporting his weight as he ground his hips forward again.
“Lachlan!” She said loudly, her fingernails digging into the back of his neck.
“What?” He snapped as her fingernails broke the skin at the back of his neck. Margot whimpered and wrapped her legs around his waist. Margot pulled her body up, clutching at Lachlan’s chest as she pulled her half-naked body up against his. He rubbed at her lower back as she pressed up against him. He ran the fingers of his left hand through her hair, massaging her scalp gently.
“Why does it have to hurt so much?” She whispered into his neck.
“I don’t know.” He murmured into her hair. Margot felt tears prickle her eyelids and slide down her checks and on to the stiff collar of Lachlan’s shirt. Margot pulled at the silk tie, loosening it. She managed to undo it, the colored silk slipping between her fingers. Margot wrapped the smooth blue fabric around her wrist, securing it with tight knot. Lachlan slipped his hands underneath the soft white shirt she wore, caressing her lower back with long, soothing strokes. He started to move his hips again as Margot began to sob, biting down on her lower lip to muffle the noises. She continued to worry her lip between her teeth and she suddenly felt warm acrid blood trickle into her mouth. She whimpered softly and Lachlan began to murmur soft, inarticulate words as he began to fuck her again.
“Harder.” She gasped out as tear smudged makeup stained the collar of his shirt. Lachlan obeyed pushing against her, his hands gently urging her hips forwards.
“Harder.” She commanded. Lachlan once again obeyed forcing their hips together.
“Harder.” She demanded as she felt his warm hands grip at her hips. Lachlan stopped and brought up a hand to turn her face towards him. His fingers gently rubbed at her smeared make-up, transferring it to the tips of his fingers.
“You don’t want to hurt yourself.” He told her.
“I think I do.” She answered as he continued to brush away her make-up..”
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“You don’t always get what you want” She scolded.
“Yes, I do. I wanted you up against a wall and I’ve had you up against a wall, more than once.” Margot didn’t reply, instead she wiggled her hips, causing her inner walls to rub against him. It only took a few wiggles of her hips to get him to start moving.
“You are going to be the death of me.”