"It's nothing, I fell down the stairs." // "It's none of your business!" // "Promise you won't tell anyone!" // "You're not going back to him/her, I'm not going to let you." // "If I didn't love you so damn much, I'd let you go. But I can't do that." // "I don't like doing this, you practically make me."
“It’s nothing, I fell down the stairs.”
Now, it could be said that Stephen wasn’t exactly the most observant person in the world when it came to his wife. No, in the short time that he had been married, that was a lesson that he had learned from rather quickly. So not only to help his marriage, but his wife’s confidence in his feelings for her as well, Stephen had been working on being more observant with not only the way he behaved, but the way that she behaved as well. That’s why he had almost immediately noticed the way that she was cradling her hand close to her chest and commented on it, wanting to make sure that she was okay. Now, he gently took her hand away from her, being careful to only touch it with the lightest of fingers as he studied it and the slight swelling accompanying the redness. His eyes narrowed slightly though as he caught a slight pattern to the mark around her wrist, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was imagining the shape of fingers. “Love, this doesn’t look like you fell down the stairs.” Stephen looked up into his wife’s eyes, concern flooding his own with just a hint of anger in them at the thought of anyone hurting his wife. “Has someone hurt you?” He asked her, tension leaking into his voice.
“It’s none of your business!”
“I think it kind of is my business since we slept together about the time you got pregnant.” Sebastian said, while the frustrated tone was clear in his voice, he still spoke softly, careful to make sure that no one around could really hear them. He couldn’t risk that, not with the two of them not really “together”. Even more so now that she was apparently pregnant. Pregnancy was something he wasn’t familiar with at this point. He hadn’t thought that he really wanted any, but weirdly although the fact that she was pregnant definitely wasn’t ideal, having a baby with her actually wasn’t terrifying. In fact, if he hadn’t been so freaked out, it might have even brought a smile to his face. He had been in love with this woman as long as he could remember. She had been the one that early in his life he had been sure that he was going to marry. Sebastian had known from the moment that he saw her that she was the one he was meant to be with. Things had just turned out differently than he had expected. When life had brought them back together, it suddenly felt as if he was getting a second chance to do it right with her. As terrible of a person as that made him sound, it seemed like the universe was trying to tell him something. Both of them something. He wanted to know if this really was fate just trying to bring them back together. “Just tell me, okay? Is it mine?” He asked her point blank.
“Promise you won’t tell anyone!”
“You know, I’m not really good at promises. I find the whole thing rather untrustworthy.” Hunter let his fingertips glide over the soft skin revealed right above where her pants rested on her hips. He had just had her this morning, but one of the great benefits and drawbacks of being a lust demon, he always wanted more, and as fun as this conversation was because he enjoyed riling her up, he was quickly getting distracted by other thoughts. Other thoughts that he very much wanted to act on, but her words were definitely getting in the way of that. He knew what she was worried about. Summoning of demons of any kind was highly frowned upon in most covens even though the type of demon he was normally wasn’t all that dangerous, it still could have some devastating consequences. Hunter knew that if any of the people in the coven found out what Rikke had done, she would be in for some serious trouble. Not that he cared. As evidenced by the fact that he was still here, and had been for days now. A lot of him was staying because of the sex, the other part of him was staying simply because he knew that Rikke wanted him to go, and he so loved doing the opposite of whatever Rikke wanted him to do. It was one of the few non-sexual pleasures he got these days. Of course, he knew today she was more flustered than ever with her whole coven coming over to the house she stayed in. “How about this? I promise to try if you’ll be willing to show up a few minutes late to your meeting?” He asked, reaching for her pants and tugging her towards him by them.
“You’re not going back to him. I’m not going to let you.”
The intensity with which he spoke surprised Skye even though she was pretty sure that it shouldn’t have. One of the few things that she had learned about Grant Ward in the months that she had been with him was that he was generally a very intense person. If he liked something, he really liked it, and if he hated something, he really hated it. She hadn’t really seen that intensity directed towards her though, and that was what was so surprising. She had to admit too, the protectiveness he seemed to have over her was kind of hot as well. This … thing, whatever it was, between the two of them was new, but she knew that sometimes he tried to hide parts of himself from her, and this … protectiveness? It stemmed from something other than just the thought of someone hurting her. Either way, she appreciated it. She moved close to him, reaching up slightly to gently massage his biceps in the hopes of helping him relax his tense body. “I’m not ‘going back to him’, Grant.” Skye assured him, staring intensely into his eyes to try and convey that he had absolutely nothing to worry about. “He does, however have my favorite pair of underwear and several other clothing items as well as CDs that I really want back.” She told him, smiling softly as he relaxed slightly. “I am also not opposed to bringing a rather intimidating guy to back me up if I have to kick his ass.” Skye added, looking at him suggestively.
“If I didn’t love you so damn much, I’d let you go. But I can’t do that.”
“You know, through all the years we’ve been together, that’s usually my line.” Tamara told her, a little sad smile on her lips as she looked at Sutton. It had been her line. More times that she could count. It was usually around this time as well. Once Sutton got most of her memories back and started realizing what was going to happen to her at any moment, she’d start begging Tamara to change her. Then the argument began. It varied each time in small things, but had the same general theme. They were meant to be together. This had been proven several times over, and after so many years of being apart why keep putting themselves through the pain of getting separated again when there was another way? Tamara wished it was that easy. She wished she could just feed from her and have Sutton do the same and quietly turn her into her a vampire so she never had to go through the pain of her dying ever again. Unfortunately, it wasn’t that easy. Turning someone into a vampire never was. Not just because of the physical pain, but because of the emotional distress that sometimes follows well … dying. Not to mention for many years now creating a new vampire was against the law. Then there was the argument that she didn’t want this for Sutton in the first place. She didn’t think her girlfriend knew exactly what she was getting into when she asked her to do this. “Sutton, there’s got to be another way. There’s got to be a better one. Please don’t ask me to do this.”
“I don’t like doing this, you practically make me.”
“Of course I make you,” Hayden practically hissed in her ear. “We’re looking for a drug trafficking ring in a neighborhood that just so happens to have a sailing club. Do you really think that’s a coincidence?” Okay, so he had to admit, it was a little cliche, rich guys selling cocaine off their fancy boats, but he couldn’t ignore the possibilities. A boat full of suburban men in khakis and ray bans with their trophy wives wasn’t going to draw a lot of attention from the coast guard. Hayden knew that Beatrix hated being treated like one of these bimbos on the boat, but if they wanted to fit in and see if there was anything to be suspicious about, it was just something she had to do. Hayden also wouldn’t deny that he did get a little bit of pleasure seeing how annoyed this whole thing made her, having to trim down her dominant personality so much. Plus, just to see her act like a total idiot with the wives was hilarious. It was something he was definitely going to tease her about for years to come. Even more so, it was nice seeing her having to be the one to suffer for a little while instead of him being stuck at the club doing endless amounts of the most boring sport in the universe otherwise known as golf. It made him cringe just thinking about it, but he quickly hid it, smiling at Beatrix and wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her close. “I know babe, I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise. You can pick the movie, and I’ll even make you dinner.” He promised her, kissing the top of her head, laying on the affection just in case anyone was watching, which it seemed they always were. Hayden just hoped that his suspicions would pay off, or Bea might just kill him.
