If Ellen had simply opened the door instead of testing his needy sexual limit, he would've handed her the bag and driven off. All the times he had been testing little fawn's patience and now she was testing his lustful limits. Irony.
"Don't dare to kiss me!", upon seeing him giving a slight suck on his bottom lip, Ellen was confirmed what punishment he meant. Thanks to Chloe for giving her uneducated brain some useful information.
"So my little fawn already knows what I mean by the word 'punish'. How do you know? You did watch it in a movie. Didn't you?", to say grim wasn't a little bit taken back from Ellen's statement would be a blatant lie. He snickered at how small the little fawn was looking under him. Just like a little fawn who found herself caught in a hunter's trap.
Grim was certainly having more fun than he thought he would have in this game. Game? By all means. Using Ellen to catch the demon, subsequently, writing the name of the girl in the Death Note. Checkmate. The game was his to be won. He didn't start the game because he wanted to be a winner. He initiated it because he knew that he would win.
"I'm not your little fawn! You do not own me!", having called little fawn wasn't enough that now he was also calling him his. He must've fallen hard and hit his brain when he was a kid.
"Can you at least stop yelling at my face? If you find it that engaging I've my ways to make you both yell and scream my name on the top of your lungs", she was trapped in the arms of her death and still dared to yell at it. Only if she had known that she was confronting, talking and walking with her death.
Nevertheless being enforced under a masculine man and yelling at him wasn't any sensible thing to do either.
"Why would I scream your name?", now her little brain wandered towards the real punishment. There were different reasons one would scream. The only two she knew were either due to excitement and surprise or...being forced into violence and yelling for some help. There was no likelihood happening anytime soon for her to be that excited to scream his name. If it wasn't the case then...was grim going to hit her!
"Do you really want to know?", grim went close to her face. Now, their faces were so close that their noses were slightly brushing against each other.
So close to entering the restricted territory.
So close to losing his mind.
So close to not give in before his needs this time as well.
So close to marking what belonged to him. However, not to savour and devour but to finish.
So close that they were breathing into each other's breaths. Another reason for grim to not hold back anymore.
He leaned closer. Ellen brought her small hands to his chest and positioned them over to push him back. When he didn't budge, she impulsively closed her eyes. She was breathing with her lips slightly parted. Grim also split up his lips to inhale her breaths.
Warm. When the breaths Ellen was exhaling entered his mouth, he felt a warm sensation running through his cold body. As if someone ignited the long-buried lantern inside his body. The light illuminating the darkness in the depths of his body.
A slight movement and he would finally feel her soft, cherry lips. But when his eyes switched from her lips to the tight shut eyes, something strange stirred inside him.
Something that stood in between the pure tempting body and his lust.
Something that held him back from laying his hand on the innocent girl.
Something that made him give in for the first time before his lustful needs.
He closely watched the girl, as if memorizing her vulnerable facial expressions. As if he wouldn't get a chance again to get this close to her. As if he was capturing her breaths inside his body. As if he was going to last on those captured breaths. And in order to last longer, he was needed to store as much as possible.
After a good few minutes of breathing in her exhaled breaths, instead of closing the little left distance, he swayed back.
His little fawn was just too pure to be tainted by his lust.
When Ellen didn't find any expected however the uncomfortable skin touch against her skin, she opened her eyes and saw grim looking at her face as if he was a painter memorizing a design for his next painting. His touch was going to be uncomfortable for her without any doubt involved. That was what she thought standing there. She was too near to be touched in a way she had never been. And if her first was going to belong to grim, it certainly was going to be nervous and uneasy to skies.
Even if grim was the last human left on the earth, the girl would never consider dating him. No discussions and second thoughts. No empty room left for possible consideration.
However, the only room left for the controversial debate for her not considering dating what-she-believed was the last human was because he wasn't a human.
.....
"Miss aren't you going you take off the bus here?", Ellen heard someone's voice breaking through her sleepy visions, a finger poking her shoulder. She jolted in her seat and looked around. Then she peered out of the window to find it was her destination spot. She was on the same bus she would take to the library daily.
"It's your stop", bringing her eyes back to the source of the voice, she was a little girl pointing out of the window.
"Oh, yeah, I...thank you, sweetheart", she smiled wholeheartedly at the girl.
"By the way, how do you know that I get off here? I've never seen you before in this bus", it had been a while since Ellen was riding this bus. She wasn't familiar with all the faces riding on the bus, however, she would definitely know if she had seen that fourteen-year-old before.
"The only bus that takes passengers directly from my town to the city is under cops custody. The route is also sealed by cops. The bus driver was found dead in the tunnel while driving to our small town. Because of the incident, I've had to change my route. I'm taking this bus for a week now. I see you getting off here daily", the girl explained casually.
"You don't watch TV? It's all over the news."
When the girl saw Ellen tilting her head, a clear indication of her unbeknownst to the accident, she asked. Ellen did watch TV but only when she was exhausted to even move her fingers. The free time she got, she would always have writing or reading as the top priority. And the times she had watched TV, it was only movies. She stopped watching the less-to-nothing news she would watch when she saw the news of the accident of her parents.
Their car crashed with a truck on a highway. The reporters were recording the scene from a distance, a reason she couldn't recognize the car at first. Then she had a phone call. When she was given the news of her parent's death in an accident, the phone slipped from her hands with the scene proceeding before her eyes. The ambulance doors opened, helpers pushed the gurneys out of the backside of the vehicle and dashed towards the scene. With the scene zooming in, she recognized the car. Cops didn't let the reporters came nearer so she couldn't see their bruised bodies covered in blood. She felt her heart throbbing inside the cage. Since then, she stopped changing to the news channel.
"Are you getting out or not?", the driver asked annoyingly. If Ellen had gotten off, he would've covered half of the distance to the next stop by now.
Ellen quickly left the seat. To not have the driver bothered by her delaying more at getting off, she didn't ask the girl's name, only waved her goodbye and got off. When she entered, the scenes from the last night began replaying in her mind.
Her assumptions about someone being there, grim locking her in his embrace, later on putting her inside the car forcefully. The silent drive and grim acting weird. Well, to her 'weird' would be an understated word to describe grim's behaviour. Ellen's eyes were closed when grim was capturing her breaths so she couldn't tell what grim was actually trying to do. And if she had her eyes opened either, she still couldn't explain as grim was a walking unsolved puzzle. His expressions were far to be interpreted by anyone especially a mortal.
From him leaning in and out, her mind put every scene on before her eyes. And his last words when he left her house for sure.
"Lock all the doors before falling asleep tonight."
She completely remembered this sentence because when grim left, she couldn't sleep at all.