+Julius-Schafer
Delilah could laugh at how perverted and far off his own vision of himself was. At how little faith he had in what she saw in him—in what she needed from him. What she’d known for a good long while now. Julius seemed to have elected himself as a form of protection and nothing more. But as the two had spent more time together and bonded, it had proven to be increasingly hard to stay within those defined, yet unspoken parameters.In the several months the two had known each other the air around them had seemed to have changed. It had consisted of millions of tiny whispers; heated secrets and forbidden desires that always remained just beyond earshot. Aspects far beyond the relationship of a protector and his protectee.
"Julius," Delilah whispered, unable to get her voice to press clearly against the hoarseness in her throat, emotion effectively choking her up. "You are the most romantic man I think I’ve ever known." Delilah’s lips painted the sweet statement across the tender flesh of his neck at their proximity. She cocked her head boldly, gauging his sceptical expression, which spurred her to continue, to justify her belief. "The day I arrived in town.. You roared up in your service car like a knight in shining armour, and whisked me away from the scene, when the stress became too much. You saved my life twice and despite your obligations to the town you have channelled all your time into me. You watch over me and protect me with everything you do. How can you say you aren’t romantic, Julius? It’s the furthest thing from true.”
Delilah drew closer to him, and outstretched a hand without so much as a flinch. “You’ve thrown so many romantic gestures at me during the couple of months I’ve been here.. Most of the time, I-I can’t even see straight.. from how much you’ve been the textbook, kind-of-man any woman would go giddy over.” Delilah let her fingers flutter down the side of his face and patter over his plumped bottom lip. “How much you’ve made me fall in love with you.”
"Is this what you want?"
"Ain't no lie?"
Julius' gaze didn’t waver. He didn’t step away from or evade her touch. He didn’t evacuate the room and he didn’t dissolve into an angry rebuke like he might have done even months before. His experiences and his feelings towards Delilah had weathered his responses to so many situations but he never imagined this could have been one.
"I want you," Julius confessed and something akin to electric static shot into his system and he was on high alert. "I want this," he said, sweeping a hand out and indicating their bed, "with you." His hand dropped and settled on her hip so he could pull her close, tugging her against him so the front of their bodies teased each other with potential. "I want every square inch of you..." his hand on her hip yanked her even closer so her pelvis met his with a small amount of friction.











