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As a farmer you have to deal with critters trying to grab your produce. When you catch a Possum taking one of your tomatoes you jokingly say “I hope you were planning on paying for that.” Not only does the possum pay for the tomato, but now creatures of all kinds show up to buy from your farm.

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Don't Belong Here

Part 6 The End?

By @pusantheamazonian

Just in case. Trigger warning: violence/graphic violence

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Ud`Raan = Asshole

Namárië, melda nín = farewell my dear

Melda nín = my dear

It was a long night and an even longer ride home. Even though Manny gave you a ride home. Exhausted, shuffling through the door you drop everything off on the kitchen table before migrating to your bed. With a small bounce you flop onto the bed ready to spend at least the next twelve hours asleep.

Barely unconscious it takes a few minutes to register. There's an obnoxious loud banging coming from your front door.

“Who the fuck?” Groaning you stumble out of bed towards the door. Who in the hell could it be? There's no deliveries scheduled for today and the important people know you're a night shifter.

Approaching closer you start noticing the door is starting to physically shake. Retreating back to the bedroom you rip your phone off the charger. An unnerving panic appears. Shaking you shoot a text to Ronnie. Quickly dialing 911 afterwards.

*911 what’s your emergency?*

“Someone is breaking into my apartment. Trying to break the door down.”

*Are you able to make it outside?*

“No, I'm on the fourth floor.”

Crack.

Splinters fly with a shuddering crash, the door has been shattered and shoved wide open. Collapsing to the floor. In your bedroom doorway you watch the chaos brewing. Revealing the angry perpetrator. The man you fought months ago. Glaring daggers at you.

*Help.*

Something's wrong. You just went to bed and now sending this. Something must have happened. Putting his phone away he hurries towards the exit. He can hang out with the gang later.

“Where are you going?"

“Something’s wrong with Y/N.”

Craft glances at everyone else in the room. They all share the same look. Before he texts Dorghu an update. Can’t have anything happening to Ronnie’s precious and Dorghu’s pet.

Direct eye contact and time freezes. Without warning, you both are synchronized. Rushing at each other, slamming full force into each other's bodies in rage. Almost ricocheting you’re knocked to the ground. Everything spins, hitting the unforgiving floor with a harsh thud. Thus the true fight begins. Trying to gain the upper hand while wrestling on the floor. The man is on top with a knee on your stomach, trying to pin your arms down.

“Get the fuck off!”

*Ma’am the police are on their way.*

“Of course you called the police.” Gritting the words out. His movements are fast.

Spacing out the pain is unreal. Pausing, everything is blurry as the sharp pain spreads throughout your face. Slowly processing that he just punched you in the face.

Rough grimy hands latch around your neck squeezing with all their force. Dread claws its way into your chest as darkness slowly creeps in, realizing what’s happening. Breathing becomes ragged gasps, each one more desperate. Your mind begins to flash through memories clinging to them like a lifeline. The main one is Ronnie, that man promised to you the world and safety. Yet he is not here.

Struggling this is not how you’re going to check out. You have fought too hard to be some rando’s revenge kill. Adrenaline kicking in, the roar of blood pulsing in your ears, everything in your vision starts to shake. Summoning every ounce of strength. Nails clawing at him, digging into his flesh with desperation. Obtaining as much DNA as possible and leaving your mark. With a violent jab, slamming your knee into his groin. Hands faltering with a groan, loosening for just a second. Another kick to the groin and mustering up the rest of your energy to punch him in the face.

“Fuck.” Rearing back he can’t decide what to apply pressure to.

Gasping, struggling to fill your lungs with precious air. Rolling over you start flinging whatever is in reach at him as you stand up.

“Get back here!”

“Go to hell!” Hoarse screaming and your throat burns. Reaching the kitchen counter, grabbing the knives from the knife block you throw every single one at him. Able to successfully lodge three of them into his body. Each with an unnerving thunk into his body.

*Ma’am? Ma’am the police are arriving shortly.*

“You pig lover. Your kind should be burned alive. Turning away from your own kind.”

“Bold coming from scum whose pride was hurt by a girl.” Internally groaning you pull out the last knife in reach. The cleaver.

“Bitch-.” Police sirens blare loudly outside, instantly cutting him off. Frustrated, he screams, pulling out the knives before darting out the door.

Hesitating you don't know whether to keep your guard up or not. Why did he just leave? Why didn’t he finish the job? You let your arm droop.

“POLICE!”

Tensing you stare, knife raised at a human and orc police officers. Their guns are drawn and ready.

“Jakoby.” The human nods starting to check all the rooms.

“You can put the knife down.” The orc softly states as he lowers his gun.

“He left.” Whispering, everything starts to slow down and you can feel the pain returning as your vision blurs again. Collapsing to the ground you can’t stand, legs are refusing to work currently.

“Ward she's badly injured.” Holstering his gun, he gently carries you outside.

Pulling into the parking lot, it's swarming with police cars and an ambulance. Spotting you, his heart drops. The two EMTs have you sitting on a stretcher while the police are taking pictures. He has instant clarity as every injury, scratch, and discoloration immediately slaps him in the face. Your face bruised and swollen from an attack, neck red and discolored from what looks like hand prints. He didn't make it in time. He has failed to protect the one that matters most.

"Y/N!"

"Ronnie!" Perking up you spot him barrelling over.

"Sir you are not allowed in." An EMT blocks his path, stopping him with a raised hand.

"No. Let him through, he's with me."

"Sprinkles are you okay?" Concern lacing every syllable. He can see and sense the fog clouding your brain. “Y/N!” Gently with both hands he nudges your face upwards.

"I'm fine just… spooked." Struggling, it's hard to find the right word. You've never been attacked like that before. There's been the fight club and random people yelling at you but nothing like this. This was a planned attack.

"That's… where's-" His brain short circuits realizing it's just you. What's happened to Charlie and Olivia?

"They're both at work." Mumbling you can’t focus on anything.

"You're staying with me tonight. They're not staying here either." Firm ordering, jaw clenched he’s not giving you a chance to argue. He’s not leaving your side for anything.

"I'll call Mam but." Clutching his shirt with a shaky hand, pulling until he's leaning far enough down so you can whisper. "It was the guy from the fight."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

That little confession almost sends him into rage. Texting Dorghu the information is all he can do right now. He has to remain calm for you.

"They're pretty close." Ward comments.

"I think they're together." Shrugging, Jakoby continues writing down his notes.

"What? How would you know."

"Look at their body language." Nodding at them. “That's the body language of people in a relationship.”

"Mmmm. You think someone doesn't like them together and took action?"

"Plausible besides she reeks of him."

"Oh now that's nasty. I didn't need to know." Grossed out he really did not need to know that. To make matters worse he makes eye contact with a new problem. "Oh no."

"What is it?"

"Looks like we're being summoned, clan blood." Pointing just past the ambulance. Dorghu is waiting with a few Fogteeth.

"Hello Dorghu." Ward flatly begins.

"What can we do for you?" Jakoby takes control of the conversation. He can’t risk Ward offending him for no reason. Again.

"You're gonna want to keep this off the record." Calm and collected, the police need to keep out. Dorghu takes a hit from his cigar.

"Off the record?" Jakoby is surprised, that's a strange request. It's a staring match for a few seconds between the three of them.

"Okay off the record." Ward agrees.

"We'll be handling this. Clan territory, attacked one of our own."

"You're going to handle this? What? Are you going after everyone from a description?" Ward is starting to get snippy.

"No. I'll ask the good Doctor." Dorghu turns slightly, nodding at Ronnie to bring you over.

Gripping Ronnie's shirt with a death grip, leaning most of your weight onto him. He protectively guides you to Dorghu and the cops. His arm never leaves your waist.

"Y/N, explain what happened. Off the record contents."

"But I don't want to see him ever. Not even on my slab." Still shaking, Ronnie’s grip is the only thing holding you up.

"Fill the officers in, you can trust these two." Dorghu orders.

"I really was asleep. The noise got louder so when I went to investigate and saw that the door was trying to be broken in. I panicked. Messaged Ronnie then called 911."

"How is this supposed to be off the record?" Ward counters.

"A couple months ago this guy made a sexist comment and I kicked his ass. It was him. Said my name and some nasty slurs."

"Where did you meet him?" Jakoby encourages you.

".. At the Fogteeth block party a couple months ago." Fidgeting with your own shirt. It's hard to talk with all this attention. "I briefly remember he kept mentioning stuff about his dignity? How his group will cleanse the area." Everything is blurry, you’re not even sure of anything he said during the fight.

"Okay you're going to need to come to the station with us to make an official report. Then I suggest staying somewhere else until the door is fixed and the situation is handled." Ward looks directly at Dorghu and not you.

"Okay."

"Y/N!" An arrogant voice that you do not wish to hear ever is now calling your name.

"Oh fuck my life." Whispering you really don't want to deal with them. Steeling yourself, straightening up and releasing your hold on Ronnie. Turning on your professional charm. "What do you want, Montehugh?" You watch everyone unconsciously take a step back as you turn around. Facing Agent Kandomere and Agent Montehugh. "Kandy."

“I see you met our problem.” Nonchalantly Kandomere invades your personal space. Expecting the damage.

"Yeah he punched me in the face several times. It's on sight now." You’re not going to let this bastard see you breaking. Besides why and when did they show up?

Kandomere leans in and whispers in your good ear something you can't believe. Struggling to process. It's like removing the ground from underneath you. Almost as if the final nail in your coffin.

He doesn't like the way the elf is looking at you. Something primal and bitter boils in his veins. Jealousy. The close proximity irritates him. Resisting the urge to steal you away. There has to be a reason why the Magic Task force is here.

Reacting on instinct you slap him before he can get out of reach.

"Ud`Raan!"

In a mila second it's a sensory overload. The subtle smirk from the Elf, the smell of immediate anger from you and unrecognizable sound of skin to skin contact. You boldly smacked the Elf across the face.

“Woah!” Reacting first Ronnie rushes in and quickly wraps his arms around your waist, picking you up to quickly back step.

“Feisty as ever.” Smirking Kandomere gives a satisfying look. “The plan still worked.”

“I will risk it for the biscuit to kick your ass.” Wiggling, you try escaping Ronnie’s arms. A second wind is powering through you.

“You're lucky I don't arrest you Y/N.” Montehugh argues, trying to throw his weight around as usual.

“Stay out of this Montehugh.” Angrily glaring at him.

“Namárië, melda nín!” Chuckling Kandomere quickly turns away.

“Melda nín? Melda nín? You get your scrawny ass back here so I kick you into next week.” A new fury seeps from your bones.

“Officer, if you're finished, we're ready to go. I'll take her back to the ambulance.” Ronnie looks at Ward.

“Good. We'll meet you there for an official statement.”

“Damnit. Ronnie call Charlie and tell her what's going on. I don't have the strength for her energy.” Frustrated, you can't even seem to work your own phone properly. With all these tubes and wires about. They've got the two of you shoved into a small room. The staff giving side eyes every time they pass by.

“What about Mam and Pap?”

“Yes please.” Repositioning this bed is hard as rocks.

“How are you feeling?”

“Starting to get sleepy. The pain is gone for now.” At least they gave you some good stuff.

“Officer Ward and Jakoby are for your statement now.”

“Okay.” Nodding it’s time to get this over with.

“While you do that. I'll make the phone calls.” Giving your hand a squeeze before he disappears behind the curtain.

“Y/N. We're going to ask the questions and write down your answers. Then you will just need to read over what we have written to make sure it's correct and then sign it.” Ward explains as Jakoby prepares the official paperwork.

“Got it.”

*RING*

“What do you want Satan?” Charlie automatically answers.

“This is Ronnie. Y/N is at the LA General Medical Center. There was a break in the apartment.” Keeping himself composed he wasn't expecting her to answer the phone like that.

“What?” A whisper of a response.

“It's being handled but you should probably come down here.” Quickly stating, before hanging up. He doesn't want to leave you alone for long. And he still has one more agonizing call.

*RING*

“Y/N what are you calling this for? You should be in bed.”

“Uh. This is Ronnie. There was an incident and she's at LA General Medical Center.”

“What? No.” He can hear the disbelief and worry.

“The police are talking to her now.”

“What happened?” Tog’s taken control of the phone and he can hear the crying in the background.

“Looks like a planned attack. Someone broke into the apartment.”

“Where?” His voice is curt.

“LA General.”

The line disconnects before he could finish.

Back at your room he can see the police have already left. For a few minutes he watches your restlessness, rotating and fidgeting in the bed. Just outside the doorway he's struggling. There's a vice grip slowly squeezing at his heart. The constant beeping and chatter is starting to irritate his ears, making them repeatedly twitch. An unreasonable thought trail of guilt lingers. You shouldn't have been alone. He should have been quicker to your apartment. What if you hadn't fought back? What if you hadn't woken up?

That's the worst one and a plausible reality. You're already hard of hearing in one ear. Mixed with being tired from work. You could have slept through the whole thing.

It would have ripped his heart out.

“Ronnie!” Pulled from his thoughts Charlie's voice rips through him. Power walking to him with your parents in tow. How long has he been standing here? Didn't he just call everyone?

“She's in here.” Nodding to the door in front of him. Stepping to the side he opens the plexiglass door.

“Darling!” Worried, Dura practically climbs into the bed. Gingerly holding your face.

“Hi Mam.”

“Oh my baby girl what happened?”

“Someone broke in and I fought back.” Sighing you can only give a weak smile. You don't want them to know what really happened. You don't know if you can even speak the truth.

“It's being taken care of.” Ronnie answers coldly.

“Broke in?” Charlie questions. The sibling stare coming in strong as her gut says there's more to the equation.

“Yes-.”

“Ah! I see you have more visitors now.” Surprised, the Doctor appears in the doorway. “You got lucky. CT scan shows a nasal and facial fracture. Both look to be just a hairline fracture.”

“What does that mean?”

“A broken nose and broken face.” Groaning, you retort with sarcasm.

“Currently everything is on track to heal naturally but you do need to follow up with the orthopedic surgeon.”

“How long will this take to heal?” Pap demands.

“About six weeks and the bruises and swelling will gradually go away. The orthopedic surgeon will have a clearer idea.”

“That’s good right?” Mam questions.

“Yes. I just want to monitor you for another hour or so to make sure no complications occur. Then the nurse will be around with the discharge paperwork and you'll be free to go.”

“Okay.”

“You're coming home with us.” Instantly turning on you, Mam is gripping your hand tightly.

“Mam no. Charlie and Olivia need to stay with you. I'll be with Ronnie.”

“Take this number. It's for the officers on the case. You’ll need to stop by and talk with the building supervisor.” He hands the card to Charlie. She's going to need it the most right now. Once you're out the hospital door he plans to keep you hidden. Whether you like it or not.

Discharged and secured in Ronnie's truck. It was hard to leave Mam and Pap, you've never seen her so worried before. It's for the best right now. But Charlie, you know she knows there's more you're not saying. She's seen worse things you've hidden.

The drive is quiet as you disassociate out the window. Everything feels like a blur. Only the slight notice of the truck slowing down. Brings you back to reality. You must be getting close to his place now.

Come to think of it, you've never been to his place. You don't even know where he lives. Pulling into a back parking lot. He parks behind a four story, faded yellow building. Before you can unbuckle the seat belt, Ronnie's out and opening your door.

“Come here.”

“What are you doing?”

“I'm not letting you walk. You're going straight to bed.” Responding rougher than he needs to be. Pulling you into his arms, his hands want to shake at your fragility. Carrying you princess style, up the stairs to the third floor.

“Ronnie, I can still walk.”

“No.”

“At least put me down so you can get -.”

*Click*

Frowning with a quince, you hadn't realized how quickly he shifted you and opened the door. Inside he drops the hospital items on the floor, kicking the door closed. Without a word he walks with a purpose.

From what you can see of the apartment. It’s a basic apartment very minimalistic in decor. Obviously everything is on the larger side to accommodate an Orc. Though you do notice the limited edition Spiderman Playstation 5 alongside the high stack of video game cases. Placed on the gigantic bed everything feels cold the moment he steps away. Slowly taking the room in it is obvious that he lives alone.

“Here's a clean shirt.” Holding out one of his shirts. The way you look so small is torture. Ears twitching all he can smell in sadness, pain and fear.

“Thank you.” Voice soft as whisper.

He watches you grimace, pulling off the blood stained pajama shirt without a care. Only when you grab the shirt does it dawn on him that he's staring at your bare chest.

“What?” Confused you had heard him gasp. Staring you notice with your good eye. He looks embarrassed, following his eyesight. Your chest.

Pulling the shirt on, you're able to hide the quiet laughter and smile forming. You didn't expect him to be so sheepish from seeing you partially naked. Granted the situation and never seeing you naked before. It's a weirdly pleasant feeling.

“D-do you mind laying in bed with me until I fall asleep?” You don't think he would say no but you want to make sure. You don't want him to leave you alone.

“You don't need to ask for anything.” A gentle statement.

Watching him climb into bed, he rearranges the pillows and blankets. A large warm hand pulls you closer by the waist, positioning you between a wall of pillows and his chest. Caught off guard you didn't expect to be handled with such care after earlier. Wiggling impossibly closer, you hold onto his shirt for dear life. Slowly counting his heartbeat as you wait for sleep.

Staring at ugly popcorn texture on the ceiling. The gravity of this not being a dream is tough. A morbid clarity has settled over you. You've angered someone enough that they wanted to harm you and since you told Ronnie. He's definitely going to hold you hostage until the problem person is gone. Shuddering, you don't want to think about that. Besides, where is Ronnie? The bed is empty and cold.

Slowly shuffling down the hallway you find him sitting in silence on the couch. Only the lights in the kitchen are on. It’s almost like he’s sitting waiting for darkness to swallow him whole.

“Ronnie?”

Your voice pulls him out of the spiral. Today's events and the fear in your eyes keep replaying in his mind non-stop. “Sprinkles, what are you doing up? You should have called.” Blinking to quickly clear his head. His shirt has partly slipped off your shoulder and dwarfs you. He can smell the relief pouring out. You must have been worried about not being near him.

“I came looking for you. You weren't in bed anymore.”

“Couldn't sleep, didn't want to disturb you.” Standing, gently cradling your face. He kisses the top of your head. “Why don't you sit down. I'll bring you some food.” Nodding at the kitchen table.

“Okay.” Wobbling you sit down, choosing a chair that allows you to face him in the kitchen. He pulls several containers out of the fridge. Scooping out portions and placing them into the microwave.

“What's going on with you and Agent Kandomere?” Trying to remain calm, just the thought of that Elf pisses him off.

“Kandomere?” Confused, who’s Kandomere? Then it clicks. “Oh Kandy! He's like a cockroach that won't go away. I call him Kandy to piss him off because Elf snobs demand the proper name to be called. I've cussed him out at work before for talking bad about my staff.” Sighing you begin to doodle on the table with a finger. “Now we just harass each other when we see one another. I think he's intrigued because I'm not afraid of him.” Blinking an unnatural realization appears. “Shit. Are we friends?”

“I wouldn't call it friends.”

“Hmmmm I do have him listed in my phone under a weird nickname.” You see his ear twitch for a millisecond with irritation.

So he does hate him.

“Why did you hit him?” Distracting himself he pulls everything back out of the microwave.

“Oh.” Pausing you know he’s not going to like the answer. “He said that he used me as bait.”

“Bait?” Gripping the spoon harder than he should, it snaps in half. He couldn't have heard you right.

“You better come sit before your head explodes in anger.” Tapping the table lightly.

“He knew.” Mentally he's already imagined various ways to kill him.

“Yup. Now sit down. He will get his comeuppance.” Not admitting out loud that you have already thought of several plans to get Kandy back.

Shaking his head in disbelief. He’s able to quickly carry bowls of soup and plates of zucchini fritters.

“Mama's soup.” Staring at the bowl, it’s Mam’s Russian potato and mushroom leek soup. Something inside snaps and the tears start.

“Charlie brought you clothes and your favorite snacks while you were asleep.” He can almost taste it, your entire mood just soured. “What's wrong?”

Trying to be quiet a sob escapes, shaking you to the core.

“There's a difference between choice or force. I've never had to fight for my life like that.”

Immediately he’s around the table and pulling your chair out. Kneeling in front of you, the next whisper he hears disintegrates him entirely.

“I-I…he..strangled a-almost…died.” Through the tears you finally tell him the truth. The thing you haven’t said outloud to anyone today.

“But you did make it.” Holding your hands he knows this isn’t going to go away overnight. As much as he is raging on the inside. You need soft and quiet assurances with a trusted protector. “You have fought and won. Now it’s time to recover. It’s okay to be overwhelmed with emotions. You’re not going to be alone in this.”

“I-I’m not?” Ashamed about everything, especially crying like an airhead. In the back of your mind you know it was a stupid question to ask your boyfriend.

“No, I'll be here every step of the way.”

“Thank you.”

Your days become scheduled; confinement almost. Ronnie is always within reach 24/7, afraid that something may happen again. If not you're with your parents and someone is parked on the street to keep watch. Always someone at least forty feet away. Ronnie and Dorghu have taken your safety as a very serious concern. It's a nice gesture but now after a month it's practically suffocating. Your sleep schedule is also all over the place. Hence why you're up at 3AM wandering towards the kitchen.

Stopping at the hallway entrance you don't see Ronnie but a different orc. This one looks familiar. He's always hanging around Ronnie and Dorghu.

“Craft?” Cocking your head to the side. You didn’t expect to see anyone other than Ronnie. “What are you doing?” He responds without even looking up.

“Getting a drink of water. What are you doing?” Continuing on your mission. You grab a bottle from the fridge.

“Babysitting. The boss wanted a word with Ronnie.”

“Ah.” Taking a drink, you watch him continue scrolling on his phone. “Volunteered or luck of the draw?”

“He told me, not like anyone else is allowed around you.” Pretending to be annoyed.

“So you were voluntold.” Nodding like you're listening to the most important instructions ever. Slowly walking in front of the TV, pausing beside the PlayStation. A new victim has been found. “Well how good are you at racing games?”

Exhausted, hands sore from tonight’s events. He just wants to lay down and hold you close. Still debating on whether to tell you the truth or just lie, but the problem has been dealt with.

Surprised he can hear Craft yelling. Panic spikes, practically ripping his front door off the hinges. Standing floored in the doorway he watches you sitting motionless with a controller calmly playing a game.

“What the hell?” Craft has the other controller and is constantly fidgeting, yelling at the TV.

“Told you- Ronnie!” Spotting Ronnie something inside you lights up. Strange excitement just from the fact that he’s home.

“What's going on?” Confused, he was ready to fight.

“Kicking my ass that's what's going on. I'm not playing anymore games with her ever again.” Irritated Craft tosses the controller on the couch as he stands. “Night.” Nodding at Ronnie he quickly leaves.

“Duppped another person in video games.” Dropping his keys on the counter before grabbing a cold beer. Chuckling you’ve already conned him into so many games.

“I offered to give him a head start but he said no.” Shrugging, walking closer you can see a mix of relief and tiredness. “He said you had a meeting with Dorghu.”

“Something like that.”

“I guess it was a tight lipped meeting.” Murmuring. Perturbed, you have no clear idea on what happened. You don't want to know. But the payment is harshly evident by his hands. Never before have you been so distracted by his hands. Both are scrapped up, seemingly swollen and stiff.

"Thank you." Holding a hand you run your thumb across the exposed knuckles.

"It's nothing Sprinkles."

A heavy silence quickly fills the room. In the quiet he knows that you've realized something more has happened. That he’s taken care of everything.

"No." Shaking your head quietly. "I want to thank you. Usually I'm the one who has to do all the heavy lifting and taking care of everyone. What happened... happened because of me and my recklessness. It's nice to know that someone would want to take care of me. Thank you for your help."

Out of nowhere. He has to kiss you. With his free hand he tilts your head upwards. Making it easier as he leans down to kiss you.

The sudden kiss is so soft you wouldn't believe it if you hadn't seen it coming. The determination from him has you melting. Surprising yourself a tiny moan escapes. Hands on your waist and you're being lifted. Planted on the counter as he fits himself between your legs.

“No one is to ever hurt you including myself. The thought of you not being with me is something I can't accept. Even as educated as you are you choose this meathead. I love you.” Spouting all this in Orcish to make sure you know he's serious. He can't have you thinking that there's some debt that you owe now or that this was all your fault. You choose him as your mate, it's his number one job to protect and provide for you.

“I love you too.” Smiling, that's the first time either of you have said ‘I love you’ in this relationship.

Closing the space, you pull him back in for another kiss. Deepening the kiss, a hand at the base of your head tangles in your hair. The other hand roams your body, alternating firm and light touches. It's all making you dizzy and uncomfortably hot but you don't want it to stop. Before this goes further you need to talk first.

"Wait wait.” Breathless you lean back. “I gotta tell you something."

"What is it Sprinkles?"

"Uh, I'm not really experienced with this?"

He freezes, taking his time to look at you. Really look at you. "What?"

"I haven't." Shyly you mumble, unable to look him in the eyes. "Done this before unless you wanna count the drunken time me and Ryan tried."

"Isn't he gay?"

"Yes."

He leans in and begins sniffing you. Burying his face deep into your neck. Until he finds what he's looking for. A deep inhale and he finds it. The truth and it's made him unbelievably hard.

"So that's what that smell was." A chuckle that could be almost described as a moan vibrates through him.

"Smell?"

"When we first met. You smelt like blackberries, a hint of death and something else. Now I know what that something else was." He hovers just enough to be a breath away from you.

“That's -.” Blushing this level of embarrassment could kill you.

"Shhh I'm going to take care of you."