A/n: hey guys hope you're good here's chapter three.
Neela awoke on the couch in the living room.
The very one she designed which made her feel immediately relieved despite the intense grogginess running through her limbs and mind.
She found Elijah in the kitchen not many minutes after, sipping coffee and seated over the simple wooden table. He was very calm but he glanced up at her with a knowing looking.
"Before you go asking," he sipped then swallowed, "He's still passed out perfectly locked away in your torture chamber."
"It's not a torture chamber," Neela groaned, "It's just a room."
"A room he can never leave now," Elijah chuckled, "Coffee?"
"Please," She joins him and sit down on the floor at the wooden table.
He stands, "Sorry about the way you feel, I gave you something to help wake you. Figured you'd want to be; but the side effects are pretty shit."
"It's fine. It's my fault anyway, when do you think he'll wake up though."
"Don't know. It's different for everyone, I'd say couple hours, maybe tonight. But he'll still be out of it."
"I don't remember him drinking that much."
"I injected him with more." Elijah smiles at me then winks, "Just to be sure."
Neela rolls her eyes and holds her hand out when he walks back to the chabudai table with the cup of coffee.
Elijah was a frivolous man, hedonistic at times as well. But one of the highest-paid in our agency. He was so very handsome, and she supposed it only added to his unnaturally good charms. The excellence of his dark gaze, the bohemian dread locks with just the right amount of neatness and just the right amount of imperfection. He was an easy devil with leftist temptation. And victims were drawn to him as if he were God himself. Water in the parched desert. The blood flowing and life thriving in their loins.
She too had been tempted by him. But... her heart belonged to another. If it weren't already bound, she would have dove right into him long ago. The tasteful man he was. He's made his advancement toward her before but the advances have only developed into a deep friendship between the two of them, and a high regard of respect in their field of work. He was a hacker of the hearts and mind. Her... a dagger of mankind. Capturer of bodies and souls.
Their job was risky, selective, the money was great but the lives they lived were lonely... they only had each other.
"So..." Elijah sighed. He looked cautiously to his lady friend, "What now?"
Neela stares at her cup. Her eyes had a strange tinge of sadness although her lips pulled into a smile. Elijah knew that expression and raised a brow of his own in response then shook his head.
"I risk everything." Neela finally spoke.
"For love?"
"For love." She shuts her eyes and lifts the cup to her face sipping.
"You're a proper sociopath you know that?" He admits. And this is at least the 6th times she's heard this from him this week and normally she'd respond with, 'look who's talking...'
But this time, she looked to him cocking her head, "Do you truly believe that?"
Elijah chuckles, "Yeah. More than anything honestly." He stands up, "But I'm not judging. I can't judge right."
"Technically you aren't as terrible as I am," Neela confirms for both of them.
Elijah washes his cup and puts it away. He then slips his arms back in his jacket as he prepares to leave, "What do I tell boss man while you disappear on the low?"
"Nothing. It'll be easier for him to think I've disappeared if you pretend to know nothing."
"Smart," Elijah responds pleased, "How long you planning to stay here anyway?"
"Long as I've got to Elijah. Stop asking questions."
Elijah stuffs his hands in his pocket and looks to Neela. She was like a sister to him, his stomach carried a strange turning feeling of worry. It left him too wound up to leave just yet.
Neela noticed this and smiled lovingly. She stood before her dear friend, "You're worried." She lifted her hand to his shoulder, "But you shouldn't be. I will be fine okay."
"That guy's strong Neela. I mean I know you're good, but one hit from him and you're out. This is dangerous stuff to do alone I could stay and help."
She smiled and joked for a second, "Unfortunately I'm a strong believer of monogamy so I'm not sure I'd be okay with letting someone else into our love life." She smiled over her coffee mug to him. Elijah shook his head rolling his eyes.
"I'm serious Neela."
Neela sighs understandingly and pauses a second. She gazes deeply into Elijah's warm eyes. She hugs him silently. Her voice lowers an octave as earnesty slips out of her breath like icy fingers, "Every day is dangerous for us Elijah... You go. I'm good."
Elijah looks to Neela. Kisses her forehead. Smirks at her then slips out the door without another word. Neela was not sure when she'd see him again. But she knew he was merely a phone call away.
She crossed her arm and stood silently for a long time in the small living room. The quiet was deliciously private. Her heart pounded in exhilarating excitement and deeply pitted fear. Her palms were even sweaty.
Eight years later, and the feelings were still the same, clammy, excitingly painful because it was so raw and pure. All she'd ever wanted was for him to understand.
And now she's found a way to make him... The only way. The only way love can thrive and live between the two of them, pulsing at the heating sacral center.
Neela was anxious indeed. And how something she was used to already, could make her nervous... she didn't understand.
Dropping her head in her hand she sighed. She understood only that it felt new still somehow.
Turning towards the bedroom door she stared at it for a long time. Here he was, she thought, in a room with no windows, and a locked door, in the middle of nowhere. Hers, completely, finally.
Cautiously she approached the door. And even more so did she approach him. He still remained asleep. His handsome face, shadowed by a faint beard, his lips still and his expression reposed. Harmless, and unaware. She rubbed her fingers tentatively, ignoring the aching need to touch him. Instead, she adjusted the blanket over his body. Sat down over her folded knees and gazed upon the handsome man. Her head fell over her arms and she gaped at him closely with her dark brown eyes. She smiled.
She whispered...
"Welcome home, Dean."
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