Damien
We keep laying there in postcoital bliss until our breathing comes to normal. I thread my hands lazily through her hair and put it behind her ear.
“You were so fantastic tonight, baby,” I whisper into her ear and her face breaks into a smile.
“And so were you,” she replies and then turns her head so that she can look at me. I lean on my elbow and let her have a better look. She looks so damn sexy right now with her messed up hair and her gorgeous breasts are on display. My body stirs awake for another round.
“You must be tired after all the day’s activities,” I tell her with a raised eyebrow and she playfully swats my chest.
“I would like to first have a shower before going to sleep,” she says.
“Okay, can I join you?” I ask her. You never know. I could get lucky in there.
“Sure,” she replies with a grin. Is she thinking what I am thinking? I really hope so.
I get up from the bed and lift her into my arms. She wraps her hand around my neck and grins all the way to the bathroom.
The bathroom is not pretty small. Well, compared to the house, it is surprising to find it this size. Maybe it is because I am used to the bigger ones at home. I place her on the floor and put on the shower.
After freshening up, Clara asks me if she can sleep in the shirt that I was wearing. I don’t want to ask her why because she probably already knows that I have been in it all day. I just let her have it and we both enter the bed.
When I open my eyes the following day, it is already morning. Clara is wrapped around me like a web. It still surprising to me how I manage to sleep peacefully all night these days.
I close my eyes one more time and then look around. The sun is already shinning bright outside. I have to get out of here. First of all, I have to escape this tight cuddle. The way Clara is wrapped around me with her head on my chest is so tempting me to stay.
I wonder if the party animals are still downstairs. They could have left over night. Or not. Someone could come in here. Even though the door is locked, someone could knock on it.
I sit upright and look around the room. Clara is wearing my shirt. Can I just leave shirtless. It is shinning pretty bright outside and I might give some people a shock of their lives if I go around half naked.
I look back at my sleeping beauty. She looks so peacefully asleep. I wonder if she took my shirt intentionally so that I can’t escape from her like last time. That would make sense since I never got my punishment last time.
Maybe I can find a simple shirt in her closet which is not girlie. I could throw it on and leave. Yes, that would work. I decide to get up and head to the closet but a sudden firm grip on my hand stops me in my tracks.
“Where do you think you are going?” Clara’s sleepy voice inquires from behind me. I turn to look at her and find her wide awake. Shit! I don’t think I am leaving anytime soon, judging by the way my body is fully appreciating her beautiful curves which are barely covered by my shirt.
“Escaping, are you?” she asks me with a raised eyebrow.
“I am guilty,” I surrender.
“I can see that. I can’t believe you were still going to leave me like that without saying goodbye to me. I even threatened to punish you last time,” she says.
“You know all the reasons why I have to leave as early as possible,” I tell her and she pouts.
“I know that, but I always want to wake up to you,” she says and my cold heart warms up at her words. I am left at loss of words.
I trail my hand on her face and push her hair gently, tucking it behind her ear. She is so damn beautiful.
“Me too, baby but we can’t always have what we want. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices. That is why I am here right now in your father’s house despite everything that is going on in our lives,” I tell her.
Her big brown eyes bore through mine as we look at each other in silence. I brush my thumb on her plump kissable lips and all my hormones shoot up. Shit! I have to resist. I have to get the hell out of here.
I sit upright and place my feet on the floor. I can sense Clara’s sadness. I don’t want her to be sad.
“Please stay for some more time. Stat with me,” she pleads. I close my eyes and try to get some sense into my head. She gets up from the bed and wraps her hands around me from behind.
“Okay, take me with you. I don’t want to be where you are not,” she says. I turn to look at her and find her looking at me with those brown pleading eyes. Oh, god!
“Clara. This is your family. This is your home. I can’t just take you away from them,” I tell her.
“But I belong to you,” she tells me.
“Yes, you belong to me. You know that . I know that. My family knows that but yours doesn’t. They don’t know that I am your mate and they will never allow you to be with me when they find out,” I tell her and she closes her eyes.
Damn everything. This morning just started and it just got bad. She unwraps her hands from me and sits on the bed.
“What now? Is this what we are going to do forever? I escape from home and go to meet you in your house in secret? You sneak into my room and escape as early in the morning as you can? I don’t want to love like that. I want to have you without hiding from anyone or fearing anything. I want to sleep in your arms and wake up to you, just like other normal couples,” she tells me. Her eyes are now watery. She is going to cry.
Fuck! Fuck all of this. She is right. I can be able to handle this routine of sneaking around but soon enough she will get tired of it and she will want a better relationship than this.
“You know our relationship is not normal at all. We can not make the normal couple that you want, Clara. You are a werewolf and a daughter of my mortal enemy. I am a vampire and your father’s worst nightmare. There is no way things between us are ever going to be normal,” I try to explain to her.
“I know that, Damien. I know and I can understand the situation that our relationship is in right now. I only wish that things were better. That you and father didn’t have that bad blood between you,” she tells me.
“Whatever happened between in is in the past. I have tried to put everything behind me and try to move on with you but I guess that it’s consiquences will always roam in our lives. It is not a problem that can be easily solved with a mere handshake. I don’t want to shed any more blood of the people that I care about,” I say.
“There has to be a way through this. Maybe there is a way we can solve this without shading any blood,” she says.
“I don’t think your father would agree to that. I know him very well. He has a very vengeful spirit. He can never let me have you,” I tell her. She sadly lowers her head and looks at the bed.
I don’t like this sad miserable atmosphere between us. I don’t like seeing Clara in this kind of situation. I feel like it entirely my fault. Maybe I should have just made love to her instead of bringing up the topic. I know that it is inevitable though. We had talk about it anyway.
I hold her face in my hands and lift her chin so that she is looking me in the eyes. Tears have started flowing down her cheeks. I can feel her sadness.
“Don’t let that get into your head. Just let things be for now. We will figure out solutions for our problems when the right time comes. This is not going to last forever,” I tell her while rubbing off her tears with my thumbs. She nods slowly and then falls into my embrace.
That feels more like it. I wrap my hands around her and pull her closer so that she can sit on my lap.
When the atmosphere has cooled off between us, I take Clara to the bathroom for a shower and we both freshen up.
It is inevitable for us not to make out in the shower and that helps me cool off the tension that I am feeling. Clara also looks better now. She has put on some jeans and a red top. She refuses to give my shirt back and lends me a black sweatshirt instead.
She says that she wants to borrow it since she forgot to borrow the one that I had offered to her the last time she was in my bedroom. She bribes me with a kiss and I resignedly give it to her. She is just too cute to deny a mere shirt.