I'm frozen.
My breathing comes out faster and my heart beats out of control.
My body feels warm and like it's going to go into over drive.
Why am I feeling all of this? It's just his stupid arms wrapped around me.
Why haven't I pushed him off of me yet? I know he's waiting for a reaction.
My back is right up against his naked chest and I can feel his breath tickling my neck.
"I thought you said you'd stay on your side of the bed," I say softly.
Damn it! Where has all my fire gone?
"I need to hold you. Even if you stab me in the eye later for doing this."
I feel his hand rub gently up and down my arm.
"Why can't you stay away from me," I ask him, enjoying the feeling of his skin against mines.
He flips me over so that I'm facing him. Our eyes meet and I see him clearly even in the dark.
"Do you like the feeling of even just the tips of my fingers gliding against your soft skin," he asks, trailing his finger against my collarbone. That one touch makes my heart skip a beat and I feel like I'm stuck in a trance with his eyes still locked on mines.
I nod my head, too afraid of what my voice will sound like if I speak.
"I need to hear you speak," he demands softly. His one hand on my neck, massaging it in a kind of up and down motion seizes a word out me.
"Yes," a soft moan comes out of me. His eyes light up in that mischievous way it did in my room when he had me backed up against a wall.
"Do you get that same feeling I do? That enjoyable, suffocating heat when we're near each other?"
Somehow he gets even closer, heating my body up 100 degrees more if that's even possible. It feels euphoric.
"Answer me, Anne." His soft lips press down on my neck and I accidentally let out a moan.
"Alaric, we really shouldn't be doing this," I say, pulling on his hair as he continues his torture on my neck.
"The real question I should be asking you is why can't you stay near me? Why do you really want to stay away from me?"
He comes back up to my face to meet my eyes again.
"I told you why already."
"That can't be the real reason? How hard could it really be to focus on a mission and still be with me?"
My cheeks heat up in embarrassment because I know the answer but I don't want to say it. I can feel tears pricking my eyes because of what the answer is.
In the next second my reflexes kick in and I'm kicking Alaric off of the bed.
I hear a yelp come out of him as he's falling to the ground, but before he's completely done, he grabs a hold of my feet, taking me down with him.
A shriek comes out of me as my back hits the floor and his body hovers over me.
"Those lessons in combat you gave me are coming in handy," he says as he's trying to catch his breath.
Before I can move to get out from under him, he sits on my legs and pins my arms down. I send him a glare.
"You're crushing my legs," I growl at him.
"Answer my question and I'll get off."
"No."
"Then I won't get off. I can stay like this forever," he threatens.
I mumble out a soft curse when I see he won't budge.
"I just don't want to make any mistakes ok," I partially yell at him and my voice cracks.
He frowns a little as he watches tears pour out of my eyes.
He lets go and sits up. He lifts me to sit up on the floor with him.
"What mistakes, Anne," he asks me gently. "What mistakes can possibly ruin us if we're destined to be together."
He brings his thumb up to my face to wipe my tears.
"I just don't want us to make any mistakes that'll end with anyone becoming heartbroken…. Or dead."
"I don't want that either. I want this all to end so I can just be with you and our daughter. After this we can all be together and just start our new lives."
His eyes seem to glimmer as he thinks about what our lives can be after we solve this whole problem.
It makes me so happy that he's so certain about this life he imagines.
I sniffle and wipe my tears away as I feel my heart grow even more for him than I thought it could.
I lean my head upwards towards his and he presses his lips down on mines.
He kisses me gently and pulls me onto his lap. My arms wrap around his neck, holding him close.
"So, does this mean we're going to try? No more running," he asks me and this time I don't push away.
"Yeah, let's try," I tell him, a smile growing on my face.
He starts kissing me deeper and harder. My heart is beating out of control. Out of instinct, I move my hips against him.
"Fuck," he moans out and throws his head back." His eyes close as I continue my torture. I love hearing him react to me like this.
I trail kisses down his chin and down his neck. I bite down softly.
Alaric hauls me up and holds me from under my thighs as he stands up. In the next instant, my back hits the soft bed.
He stands between my open legs and rocks us back and forth as we continue our heated make out.
He grabs for the hem of my shirt and I help him take it off. He takes off my shirt, leaving me in my bra.
That mischievous glint in his eyes burns all over me as he scans over my body.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he whispers.
He leans down, placing kisses on my stomach and up to my breasts.
My bra comes off and I let out a moan as he tortures my boobs. He pinched down on my nipples and dances his tongue around my areola's.
It feels so good and I look down at him, meeting his eyes. That look in his eyes alone could send me over the edge.
I start to think about how far this could go and panic a little.
"Alaric, I don't think we should continue. I'm not on birth control and we don't have protection," I tell him, still in the middle of enjoying this magical sensation.
"We don't have to have sex. There's other things we can do," he says and my face heats up as he goes down on his knees right between my legs. "Let me make you feel good."