"Alright. The main house isn't far from here. We can walk, be quiet, wait for my go ahead and we'll ambush the house. The rest of our team is waiting outside. Don is good with disabling alarm systems so we can sneak in without them knowing we're coming," Isaiah took control of the situation.
We met up with the rest of the team halfway through the woods. It was amazing having such a large group of people and not making any noise whatsoever. I felt invincible, even more so that I had Lillian by my side. The house we came to was not impressive. It was about half the size of Lillian's house but it was the headquarters of the gang we were going to demolish. I could see why they were at the bottom of the food chain, so to speak.
I watched as the man named Don checked the house for wires and disabled all of the alarm systems. When he gave the go ahead we all took our places. We snuck through many different windows in the house slaughtering everyone as we went. It was way too easy and I wondered why we hadn't gotten rid of them before. No one on our team had even a scratch on them. After all the pumping adrenalin it was a super letdown. I felt extremely on edge as I drove Lillian home with me. My fingers tapped anxiously on the steering wheel while my other hand held her, rubbing her knuckles with my thumb. She was tapping her foot to the beat of the music playing on the radio and couldn't sit still.
"I've decided," she started, capturing my attention, "that I am going to beat the shit out of Little Isaiah. It's the only way I can get all the excess energy out," she finished. She looked over at me and smirked. "I can let you have a few punches too if you want, I can feel your anxiety. Kind of a disappointing bust eh?" She asked. I gave her a small smile.
"Indeed, really disappointing. I can think of another way to get all your energy out too," I said, moving my hand from hers to caress her thigh. She smiled and leaned back into her seat, closing her eyes. My hand moved higher, going underneath her shirt, wanting to feel her skin.
"Really hot sex?" She asked, shivering under my touch. I was feeling great suddenly, knowing the effect I had on her, knowing I was the only one to ever make her feel this way.
"Loving you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week," I told her, moving my hand down her pants, glad she hadn't worn jeans. She let out a soft sigh.
"I'm game," she said simply before reaching for my hand and forcing it lower. I felt my body react when I felt how ready she already was. I groaned, I could already see her house in the distance. I wouldn't be satisfied, but I would make sure that she was. I used every little trick I had learned over the years and she reached her orgasm as I pulled up into her driveway. I parked and turned the car off before quickly leaning over to kiss her long and hard on the mouth. She wrapped an arm around my neck, holding me to her. It was slightly uncomfortable with my awkward position, but she drove that all away with her mouth on mine. I pulled away from her.
"Can beating the shit out of Isaiah wait until tomorrow?" I asked breathlessly. No woman had ever made me breathless before Lillian came along. She smiled against my mouth.
"Nope," she said and quickly pulled away from me and got out of the car. I let out a sound of frustration.
"You have no mercy do you?" I asked as I stormed after her. She was already at the front door.
"Well, if you're going to say that I won't do what I was planning to later," she said over her shoulder. "I read about this neat little trick I can do with my mouth and I wanted to try it but," she shrugged, "I guess I'll have to wonder if it can really bring that much pleasure to a guy," she said and walked through the door. My mouth hung open, I was fully curious and completely aroused.
"You fight dirty," I said lowly and followed her to the basement.
I pulled my gun out as soon as Isaiah came into view. If he even thought about hurting one hair on Lillian's head he'd be a dead man. I watched her walk -more like swagger- over to Isaiah. He watched her with hate filled eyes. She kneeled down in front of where he was sitting on the floor. "You're not so smug now are you?" She asked quietly. I didn't see it coming, so Isaiah probably hadn't either, but she reached out and punched him in the jaw. After he got over his initial shock he glared up at her and spit to the side, showing he was bleeding.
"I hope you lost a tooth you sick bastard," she said and hit him again. He lunged after her but she dodged it. I clicked the gun back.
"Go after her again and you'll lose an eye," I said in a calm voice. He turned his glare on me. Lillian didn't look the least bit scared.
"So, cousin what made you do it? Is it because you can't take a few jibes at your height? Were you just jealous that I'm better at pretty much everything than you are? What caused you to do it?" She asked before swinging another punch at his kidney. I was so glad that when she decided to punish me she hadn't done it in a physically harmful way. She was strong for such a little person.
"I did it, Lily, because I just don't like you," he said venomously. They were paying me a lot to spy for them. They treated me like an equal. They gave me power. Lillian frowned.
"If you would have proven yourself you would have been treated like an equal here. No one has more power than someone else around here if that's what you were really after, but you would have belonged, you did belong because we're your family. I hope you know it's your fault that Uncle Brian is dead," she said the last sentence quietly. Isaiah's eyes widened, a look of pure horror. "Yeah Izzy, your father's dead, and do you know whose fault it is?" She waited for a second. "It's yours. You basically killed your own father," I saw the anger rise in her as she finished talking. After she said that she jumped at him, attacking him viciously. He didn't fight back and I saw the haunted look in his eyes.
He was bleeding all over the place when she was done. She leaned over him as he laid on the ground. "I want to kill you, but I'm not going to because I know you'll feel much worse if you have to live through what you've done. You're a heartless bastard and I don't know why I didn't see it sooner," she spit on him before walking towards me, taking my hand. The mood was solemn as we walked up the stairs.
Chapter Twenty-Two: EmotionSo just kiss me and let my hair messy itself in your fingers.
Tell me nothing needs to be done- no clocks need winding.
From the book 'A Night without armor' by Jewel.
Lillian
I was sick of all the crap that had been happening recently. I needed to relax, to get away and sleep, to calm my mind and forget about the drama I called life. When had things turned so hectic? When did life get so out of control? When had I lost all sense of peace?
Yet with all that came adventure, excitement, the love of a lifetime- so therefore I couldn't regret it, and wouldn't choose to take back a single minute of it. But I truly did need sleep. I let mom and dad and Brian take care of Isaiah. I wanted nothing more to do with him. He could die, or live, I wouldn't give a damn either way. I had no more room for emotions, no more energy to conjure them up.
I was completely drained.
I went to the funeral. I couldn't not go to it. Uncle Brian was so important to me and I was still coming to terms with his death. It would take awhile. I didn't cry or laugh, I didn't do anything. I stood there and let the words seep in one ear and out the other. What did the priest truly know of him anyway? It wasn't like they were extremely close or anything. Or maybe they were, what did I really know of Uncle Brian? What did I really know of anyone in my whole family? Everything had gotten turned upside down and backwards in the past few months.
Decklin was a doll through my anti-emotional stage. He laid with me in my bed, not speaking, not looking at each other. We just laid there, like two dead bodies still breathing and hands clasped together. I knew it wasn't what he wanted, I never did come through on my promise to drive him crazy with my mouth. He didn't push me, just as I knew he wouldn't. Rather, he knew it was what I needed and he was looking out for my well being. He could read me, he was my other half. I couldn't even muster up as much love for him as I knew I really felt. It was still there, just hiding.
Th
en, one day, after about two weeks of this apathetic state, emotions flooded me again. First was the sorrow, so raw and real for my Uncle. Next was the anger at Isaiah and the pure hate and hope he had been killed. And last was the love and hope that I had for both Decklin and myself. He had made mistakes, yet so had I. Neither of us would be easy to live with, we would have to make a lot of changes, but we could stick it out. Pure faith in our future overwhelmed me and I turned to him. He was already looking at me, his gaze curious and somewhat timid. I saw the hope that he had too.
I leaned over and kissed him softly. The first real physical interaction we'd had while I went through the numb stage. His strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. He prolonged the kiss, opening my mouth with his tongue, delving, tantalizing, making me come to life again. He pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine. "I've missed you," he whispered to me. I smiled softly at him, putting my hand on his face and stroking his cheek.
"Thanks for sticking with me," I said quietly back to him. He grinned.
"As if I could ever leave you. You have me wrapped around your little finger, and that is a hard thing to do," he said with amusement in his voice.
"So you'll never leave me?" I asked seriously. The amusement faded from his eyes and his look turned serious.
"Lily, I can't picture my life without you in it. You're pretty much everything good that's ever happened to me," he said, kissing my nose. I smiled slightly up at him. We just stared at each other for awhile, wrapped in each others presence, it was like we'd been apart forever and it was all my fault. "I'll be right back, okay?" He said. I nodded and turned my face up to kiss him again. I felt the passion building between us, the heat boiling low, I wanted more of him than I'd ever wanted of anyone before, physically, mentally and emotionally. "Lil, we have to stop for a minute or I'll never be able to do what I have to do," he said, pulling away reluctantly. I sighed, not hiding my frustration. He grinned his heart stopping grin at me. "I love you. I'll be back in a minute… Or ten," and with that he walked out my door.
* * *
It was more like an hour when he finally came back. He had a huge smile on his face, yet there was a look in his eye that told me he wasn't feeling so sure of himself. I frowned. "Are you okay?" I asked, sitting up and pushing the hair out of my face. He knelt on the floor by my bed and just stared at me. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay, you're creeping me out a little bit here," I said to him, running my fingers through his hair and down his face. He leaned his head into my touch.
"I'll be okay if you'll marry me," he finally said. My breath caught in my throat.
"Um, could you repeat that, I don't think my ears are working correctly," I said quite honestly. I'd dreamed of him asking me, but he didn't strike me as the marriage type.
"Will you marry me?" He asked, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a little blue case and opened it, revealing a white gold ring with three diamonds on it. I could only stare at it for a moment, at a loss for words. "It doesn't have to be soon if you don't want, I just know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I hope you feel the same. I mean, we've already been through so much," he started talking really fast. I pulled his head to mine and kissed him.
"Can we elope?" I asked. He looked stunned for a minute, but slowly a smile broke out onto his face.
"If that's what you really want I can call the airlines right now," he said with a laugh, kissing me again.
"It's what I want. Right now, but no airlines. Let's just drive, see where the road takes us, and get married there," I was already sitting up, intending to pack my bags. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him.
"What about your parents and Brian? I'm sure they'd want to see you get married," he said quietly.
"They know how impulsive I am Deck, they'll expect us to elope," I told him.
"So I went through all the work of asking your dad if it was okay and he won't even be there to give you away?" He asked with a sigh. I stared up at him. I couldn't believe it.
"You asked my dad?" I felt my words choking in my throat.
"Well, yeah. I know your family is a big part of who you are, and if I got their approval I'd be more likely to get a yes from you," he said it as if it were the most logical thing in the world. I smiled at him.
"Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"Actually, you haven't. But it's okay. I know you do. I love you too Lily, more than anything," he said kissing me again.
"You'll even love me when I tell you no more sex until we're married?" I asked slyly. He didn't say anything but his jaw dropped a little bit. I pushed it back up.
"You're being serious," it was more of a statement than a question.
"Completely. It'll be more fun on the wedding night then. I wasn't actually planning on having sex until I was married anyway," but then he came along and I got lost in his everything.
"But we can still kiss and stuff right?" He asked hopefully. I laughed.
"We can still kiss."
"And stuff?"
"No 'and stuff' Deck."
"But…" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He paced for a minute and then looked up at me and smiled. "Okay, sure. I haven't masturbated since like junior high, but it's probably just like riding a bike, right?" He asked. I laughed, truly laughed.
"Sure Decklin. I'm sure it's just like that. It's not like it's going to take a year for us to get married or anything. And you've gone two weeks without sex, I'm sure you can make it however much longer. I believe in you," I told him.
"Alright, well, I guess that's okay," he said.
"I'll go ask dad if he would mind if we eloped. He'd probably be the only one who would have a problem with it really."
"It's kind of weird, asking if you can elope… People usually just do it."
"Well, we're a little bit out of the ordinary in everything else. Why should this be different?" I asked. He smiled at me and ran a hand through my hair.
"I love you Lillian. We'll do this whatever way you want to," he told me. He kissed my mouth lightly.
* * *
"Mom! Dad! You can't let her elope. You can't!" Brian protested loudly. I winced.
"Why not?" My dad asked him. I knew none of them were really happy with my request, but Brian was adamantly against it.
"Because I'm never getting married, so I need to see my sister get married, have her big day, see her all dressed up and beautiful," he scowled. "You've taken too much time with her, and now you want to take away what should be a huge thing?" He glared at Decklin.
"It's her choice Brian. I truly don't care what we do," he paused for a second. "As long as we do it soon," he added. I looked up at him and smiled mischievously. He mock glared at me.
"B- Bear, if it means that much to you, we'll have an actual wedding," I told him softly. I wanted to make him happy, he was my other half and we always planned things together. Plus, I had a huge family and they'd all want to be there. Eloping was sounding worse and worse with each passing minute.
"Really?" He asked, looking at me. I nodded.
"Even if you're being selfish, which is my job considering I'm the bride. Aren't I supposed to have everything my way?" I asked teasingly. He shrugged. I turned to my mom. "Can you plan a small wedding for me? I don't want anything to do with it besides walking down the aisle and saying 'I do'," I told her. She nodded.
"Of course I can. How soon is soon?" She asked.
"Tomorrow?" Decklin asked hopefully. I laughed out loud.
"Within the next couple weeks," I told her, going to stand next to Decklin. He frowned at me.
"Why is he so anxious to marry you anyway? I mean, not like he shouldn't be. But still," my dad asked.
"Do you really want to know daddy?" I asked. He looked unsure.
"You're not pregnant are you?" He asked me. I smiled.
"No, I'm not pregnant. And there's no chance I'll get pregnant until after the wedding," I said, trying to hint to him what was go
ing on. He just stood there with a blank look on his face, so unlike him who was usually sharp. I sighed dramatically.
"Honey, she's withholding sex from him," my mom finally spoke up. My dad's jaw dropped and then twisted into a look of revulsion.
"I don't want to know anything about my daughters sex life, or that she even has one," he said and left the room. I laughed as Brian made a similar disgusted face and left too.
Chapter Twenty-Three: EpilogI finally figured out that you're not coming back,
And I'm not going anywhere.
Cauterize- Killing Me lyrics
Brian
As I watched my sister walk down the aisle on her wedding day, looking so damn beautiful and happy I was filled with jealousy. Sure, I was happy for her. Decklin was alright after he got over his nasty habit of lying. But I wanted that, a relationship. I came off as the type of guy who just wanted one night stands and nothing serious at all. But damn if I didn't want a true relationship, a marriage and kids.
Okay, maybe the kids could come later, but still. I wanted it.
I'd given up after Beth had left me. She was honestly the only girl I'd been with not for looks. Because she was not beautiful, at least to everybody else. I loved her personality though. That's what drew me to her. She was always so happy and bubbly. I needed that in my life as I was going through the vigorous training of the gang. I would be tired and cranky and I would just have to see her and feel lighter, more myself.
Things were going great which is why I didn't understand it when one day she just said we were over. I let my sister think that I was just upset because usually I do the dumping. But I was truly heart broken. I had never been so down in my life.
I started sleeping around, trying to forget about her, but honestly it never happened. I still miss her and she looked too damn good to be walking down the aisle on the arm of her stupid jackass boyfriend. He was old, fat and balding. Honestly, what did he have that I didn't? I'm not a jerk, I mean I can be, but who isn't at times? I'm damn good looking, if not a little pale. I just don't get it.
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