Things better left unseen || Drabble
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I suppose it’s safe to say that most people wouldn’t normally stress out if their best friend happened to be running late for a lunch date—but then again, I’m not most people, and my best friend happens to be a young queen with people out to get her. Sitting in the café with my eyes locked on the clock over the door, I drummed my fingers on the table, trying to keep from overreacting and completely freaking out.
See… the thing is, Lissa is almost never late, and on the rare occurrences a meeting runs over or she gets tied up with paperwork, she always finds a way to let me know so I won’t worry, because she knows me. She knows that I’ll start imagining the worst, thinking someone has hurt her—or that she might give in to the darkness that rides her and hurt herself—and since no alarm had been sounded to rouse the guard I knew that the later was far more likely to have happened than the first. The memory of the way she used to deal with her inner pain was echoing through my mind, making me curse myself for agreeing to take the day off—she’d wanted us to spend the afternoon together, not as the queen and her guardian, but just as Lissa and Rose, best friends—spurring me into action. I was out of my chair and sprinting towards the building that housed her office before I’d consciously decided to move, shoving people out of my way, not giving a shit who I mowed down in the process.
The fact the guardians on duty were still stationed on either side of the door that separated her from the small outer office only confirmed my suspicion—she was alone inside and not under attack. I ignored the quizzical looks the men shot at me as I threw the doors open, then turned and locked them behind me. I knew what to expect, and I knew that Lissa would want to keep the fact she’d hurt herself as secret as possible—if the council got wind that spirit was influencing her they’d be sure to use it against her.
That was when I heard it.
A low, desperate sound, as if the person making it were in torment, coming from the bathroom. Striding across the office I tried the knob, letting out a low growl when it didn’t turn under my hand, then I did the only thing I could in that situation. I backed up a few steps, running forward to slam all my weight against the obstacle that was keeping me from my best friend.
I can readily admit that I know I act without thinking. A lot. So it honestly never occurred to me that the reason the door was locked would be because Lissa wasn’t alone. I mean… Lissa isn’t exactly the type to indulge in a little ‘afternoon delight’ in her office for fucks sake.
But… yeah… that’s what she was doing.
When I burst through the door, I didn’t find my best friend huddled on the floor in pain—I found her perched on the counter, her head thrown back and her eyes closed, in what appeared to be a complete state of ecstasy—with Christian’s face buried between her thighs.
“Holy shit! Oh God—I though…” I spun around, my cheeks hot with embarrassment trying to erase the image from my mind.
“Get out and shut the fucking door behind you!”
For once, I did as Christian asked without comment or complaint. I reached back and pulled the door closed without looking, wincing when I couldn’t get it to stay closed—I’d practically ripped the jamb off with the force of my entry. “I.. uh… I’ll tell the others to stay out until you say so.”
A low moan from Lissa was the only response.
Jesus Christ—I thought experiencing her romantic escapades through the bond was bad, but this was a million times worse than anything I ever saw when I was in her head. I’m never gonna be able to live this one down and I’m never, ever gonna be able to look Christian in the eye again—at least… not without laughing my ass off.