I first tell Lar and Temple about what Graves said about trying to lure the queen out through me.
"Why would I lure her out? I haven't seen her since she gifted me." confused I sit down and look at the monitors on the cell that John is in. He's reading the book again.
"What about the letters?" Cass suggests, "She's at least contacted you."
"There's no guarantee she'd do it again though."
"Okay well what are you going to do about this John now?" Alex asks.
Cass is quick to inform us, "Not sure but he's requesting a virgin Mary figurine or picture. If it's not too much to ask for."
"What?!" Alex is kind of shocked.
"Yeah apparently he collects them now." I inform him.
Alex starts to suppress his laughter, snorts and burst out laughing. We're all looking at him like he's crazy.
"Maria, if that isn't a sign of his subconscious remembering you in a way, I don't know what would be a sign to you." Alex finally gets out.
I turn beet red and feel like I'm going to melt. Cass flips his head back and forth between us.
"Why would that be a subconscious reminder?"
I'm going to melt now...
"Well..." Alex starts and stops when I shoot him with my gaze like I had lasers for eyes.
"Mary-Mary. It's the name." He says it quickly and Cass who's not a kid anymore suddenly gets big eyes turns to me.
"WHAT!" He exclaims.
"Alex...." I growl and he looks away ashamed.
"What? HOW?!" Cass is still trying to figure it out when suddenly it hits him. "OH! oh... Sin." He gives me a look of sympathy and I snap at him.
"I don't need sympathy about it okay." I get up and leave them in the room and head downstairs locking it behind me. I pull the power cords on the cameras and and walk into the cell where John is and he sits up alert not knowing what is going on by the look on his face.
"Why did you turn off the cameras?" He asks.
"Because I don't need want them to overhear our conversation. Some things I would like to remain private." I say huffing as I take a seat next to him on the bench.
"So John, you seem pretty reserved and at ease for being a hostage here. Why is that?" I ask.
"If you wanted to kill me, I don't think you would be as giving as you have. I finished the book too by the way." He hands it to me.
"What did you think of it?" I ask.
"It's beautiful and crushing at the same time. Is that the John you know and your relationship? Did you write that?" He looks at me still holding the book out.
"I did." I finally take it from his hand and he takes my hand. I look at him hard.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry, if that is me, I don't know what to say." He says at a loss given his situation.
"Neither do I. According to the man in the other room, it is you. Him, my John. He also said you're nothing but bait for me to help lure someone else out. Which puts us all in a weird situation. "
"We can't let you go free they might kill you again or use you in worse ways."
"We can't entirely trust you to stay with us because you might be playing us all and set up a trap."
"I want to hold on to you and never let you out of my sight or have you be put in harms way ever again, even if you never remember me." I close my eyes and lean my head to face up at the ceiling taking a deep breath.
"If you can't trust me why are you telling me this? Seems counter productive doesn't it?" He looks at me weirdly, like he's not sure how to take this information.
"To you maybe. It makes me feel something. Why do you want a Virgin Mary figurine or picture? Are you Catholic now?"
"No. I collect them."
"But why?"
"You wouldn't understand." He looks away.
"Okay fine. I get it, we can't trust each other. So what do you think is going to happen in this situation?" I ask him.
He looks at me wide eyed but he just stands and turns around. "Could you please just make it quick?"
He thinks I came down here to kill him.... Part of my heart that I thought was dead already just started to bleed again. The fact that he just accepted it so willingly. I turn and walk out of the cell.
I'm back momentarily with a tray of items. He's sat back down eyes closed and head back. He opens his eyes and looks at the tray.
"What's that? Lethal injection?" He whips his arm out to take a needle.
"Quit your shit. We're not letting you off that easy. So here are your options." I say scornfully.
"I can put this chip in you and I will let you out of this cell with certain stipulations. Or you can stay down here chip free." I let him know his options.
"What are the stipulations?"
"You can't leave this building, this will go off and we can choose whether or not to blow you up. I think it might be better if you sleep in my room, but I'll make sure you have your own place to sleep. No phone calls, no communication with anyone, no internet, and no listening into conversations in this house unless you are recognized in the room. No weapons are to be in your possession, no sneaking about or we will throw you back in here or kill you."
"So a bigger cage with a sliver of privacy....For how long?" He asks.
"Until we can trust you completely, or you remember me." I tell him.
He looks around the room and asks, "What makes you think if I remember you, you can trust me?"
"You read that book right?" I ask again.
He sighs, "Where does it go?"
"Where the old one that your companies went." I tell him.
He leans his head to the side and I take the numbing cream and rub some into the almost healed wound from removing the last one. I make a small incision and slide it right in and then stitch it closed.
"There you go. Ready to go upstairs then John?" He nods and I lead the way.
.....
I got some mixed responses from the rest of them but they all agreed in the end, we can't trust him unless he trusts us too.
Alex was not keen on him staying in the same room as me but agreed I would also be the best one to help him remember, if it was possible.
I walked Alex out to leave and he tells me to be careful, "I just don't want you to have those wounds reopened and to fester. I can not be there to pull you out again the same way you needed." He raises his hand as if to caress my cheek and seems to think better of it and pats my arm. "Call if you need anything, I'll give Natalia your love, good night Maria." He gives me a sad concerned smile and leaves. I close the door and turn to find John standing by the stair landing just looking at me weirdly.
"Can I take a shower?" He asks.
"Sure thing, I'll show you the room and get you some towels and stuff to change into." I take him upstairs and show him the bathroom attached to the room.
"There's no door? The shower door is clear glass?" He looks around and sees to his horror that my bed and computer area have a clear line of sight to those things.
"Toilet is over there though." I point to the other side of the bathroom. "You can take a shit privately." I smile and go to sit at my computer letting the facial scanner let me in and start doing my own work.
Cass is better at finding things still then me when the information is so far spread out, but he gets the stuff for fine tuning and it's worked out great so far. I can't concentrate though Because John is still trying to figure out how to protect his modesty while in the shower. Trying to hang the towel up so that I can't be seeing him naked.
I smirk and snicker, it's too damn adorable. Almost like..... back when..
Shaking my head I log out to get up and start working out. I'm doing my core exercises mostly and hear the water come on finally and him get in the shower. I just start doing crunches not trying to think about him naked in the shower since it's not my John...
But I can't help it, I'm human after all and John even this one looks so damn good and it's been too damn long. I'm doing knee to elbow crunches working in some sitting punches between every 10 reps, working up a sweat already then switch it up. I'm doing climber taps when John comes out drying his hair off.
He stops watching me working out. I see he's watching me but I continue finishing my reps. I stand up and to cool down finish it up with Tai chi. Eyes closed in concentration not wanting to see the shirtless man in front of me. I have got to make sure we get him some clothes to wear.
I finish the movements and grab out some sleep clothes from my drawers. I'm looking for some modest ones... All I have are my satin chemise and short sets. Well then.... I grab those and toss them in the bathroom. John is just sitting on the little single bed with his eyes closed.
"You can watch T.V. if you'd like. We get all the channels, here ..." I pull out the t.v. remote and pull up the guide for him.
Handing him the remote he thanks me. I just nod hoping my red face can be explained away from the workout. What is going on with me? I go in the bathroom and realize I now have the same dilemma John did. How do I protect my modesty? I hear the T.V come on and say screw it and undress and and hop in the shower quickly.
...........
At least she's letting me watch T.V. I sit back after picking some random movie but I can't focus on it. My heart skips a beat as I realize she's started to undress right in front of me.
DAMN. I shift awkwardly trying to not stare but my heart is pounding in my chest as she removes her hot and sweat drenched clothes. The way her fly away hairs are sticking to her skin in random spots and the others curling up around her neck. She takes her shorts off and I'm not sure if I'm breathing or not. I was not expecting that figure to be hidden in her clothes like that. Her cheeks are perfectly framed by the edge of her underwear and I feel myself becoming uncomfortable and have to rearrange my sitting posture and shorts.
Then she removes her bra and the way her tits bounce, oh lord, I'm being tempted. She hops in the shower but it doesn't matter even with the water hot and steaming I can see that gorgeous figure as she washes herself. I keep trying to look at the T.V. and not her.
But I can't look away now. I don't think she knows I can see her, or that I'm even looking at her. After she is in there for a minute I see her moving her hands over her body. She must know I'm watching, she's touching herself!
"oh...." I mutter out under my breath as I see whats she's doing. I'm mesmerized by the sight, but I don't think she knows I'm watching now. One of her hands in on her mouth. She's stifling her own sounds. Dear heaven above, why am I even more turned on by this? I should go join her see if she wants some help... No she'd turn me down in an instant. I'm not who she wishes I was, that much is obvious. I try not to continue to look but can't help it, continuing to steal glances as she goes on. Then I hear her whimper, fuck.... Damn that was sexy.
..................
I have to get this worked out of me, this desire for someone that's in front of me but not. It's like my body had betrayed me knowing only what it wants. I know it's risky but I have to work one out in the shower. I start to rub myself and I almost let a sound escape my lips .
Covering my mouth with one hand, I let the other one work to feed my insatiable hunger between my legs. I lean against the shower wall getting weak in the legs and becoming closer to that edge I was seeking. I imagined John coming in and taking over and lifting my legs to wrap around his waist and taking me against this very wall. That sends me over the edge and I whimper even against my mouth.
I'm hoping the T.V was loud enough to cover that sound. I finish rinsing myself off and wrap my towel around me and get out acting nonchalant and going to the toilet side to dry off and dress. I come out in my Pajamas and he gives me a glance before laying down on his bed covering his face with his arm.
"You want the T.V. on?" He asks me.
"No."
He turns it off and rolls over to face the wall. I get in bed and lay there looking at him rolled away from me and sigh. I roll over away as well. "Good night."
"Night." he says back sounding unfazed.
......
I can tell she's asleep by the rhythm of her breathing and slight soft snore she does before I roll over and look at her. Thanks to her I have the most obscene images running through my mind of her earlier. I should have gotten up and taken her in that shower. According to her book, I would have done that no hesitations. Hell I could have teased her and got away with it. IF I was the guy from her story. I don't know who I am though. I do know I want her to whimper like that because of me. IF that is what she sounds like holding back. Oh man what is it like when she releases her inhibitions.
My mind was full of things, I couldn't help it and took care of myself while she slept. Even after I was done, I was still hungry for her. I wanted to taste her so badly. I wanted her.... I rolled over finally trying to get back to sleep.