She Moves the World

And here it came: the shouting match of the century.
As soon as we got back to our room, CC shut and locked the door. I made my way to the bathroom to shower, not thinking of the situation. I just wanted the past three or so weeks to go away. As soon as I stripped to get into the warm water, CC exploded.
“How the fuck could you be so complacent about your own safety, Violet?” he yelled from the middle of the bedroom.
“What the hell do you mean,” I said, stopping the water from falling and grabbing my robe that was put on the hook behind the door.
“You don’t even care about your own person, and that is just fucked up.” He shout at me again, pain and anger mixed into one on his face.
“Shout at me all you want to, I’m moving past this,” I said in defense, putting my mental barrier up.
“The fuck you are; you had me worried sick for nearly three god damned weeks. How can you move past that?”
“Christian, this isn’t your fucking fight so fucking drop it!”
“Like hell I’ll drop it!”
At this point, he was in my face. Tears were spewing from his eyes as they were from mine. How could he not understand?
“Violet, I love you,” he calmed down for what seemed to be a second, “But this shit needs to stop. Why won’t you let me in?”
“In to where? And why? Only to drag you guys through the mud like I have been? No thanks!”
“That’s not fair to you! Dammit that’s not fair to you,”
Seeing as though this was a fight I couldn’t win, I headed back to the bathroom.
“If you want to fight, fight in here because I stink and need a shower.”
“Better yet, I will join you.”
I raised an eyebrow, but shook it off as I walked back into the tiled room. Turning on the warm water again, I felt hands around my waist.
“Now you are trying to make nice?” I said, not exactly amused.
“Vi, I’m worried,” he stated quietly, putting his head on my shoulder, “I want to be able to protect you, and you won’t let me. You don’t even give me the chance.”
As I took the robe off, he was quiet. I looked over as he gave me a once over.
“May I help you?”
“Well, you certainly aren’t helping yourself,”
His remark was snide, but I supposed I deserved it. He was right; I knew it deep inside.
Getting into the glass enclosure, he took off his shirt. His perfectly sculpted abs taunted me as my eyes made my way down to his waist line; a perfectly cut “V” was staring at me from atop his belt.
I turned bright red, realizing this is the first time we have seen each other naked. He chuckled, and removed his black jeans. The boxers went shortly after. He followed me into the shower.
I was silent as this adorable male specimen had water cascading down on his lightly tanned body. Watching him run his hands through his hair as the warm liquid rained down on him.
“This isn’t an excuse to not have this conversation, Vi,” he said looking at me out of a single open eye, “I just figured we could have a better time of it if you were relaxed.”
“Probably,” I stated, still in awe of my perfect boyfriend and his awesome body, “Either way, this probably won’t help; you are just too fucking hot to argue with.”
“Then can you just listen?”
“Yea, baby, I can listen.”
He took a breath, and allowed me to get into the water. I noticed him trying to focus on my face, and it made me giggle. He smirked, and began his long explanation of why he felt the way he did.
“Baby, when you were taken I was beside myself. I watched you be carried off my people who had every intention of harming you, whether they knew it or not, and I felt helpless. I have never felt like that before. Ashley was beating himself up for not paying closer attention to you, Andy was fucking pissed because you are an older sister to him, and Jinxx was afraid to talk to Sammi because he was in charge of your protection. Jake stayed calm only because he figured he should be; no one else was.”
He paused and put his hands around my waist, caressing my lower back as I rinsed shampoo out of my braids.
“Baby, I need you because I love you; not vise versa. If something worse would have happened, I wouldn’t be able to contain my emotions and probably would have done something even more stupid than blowing up a Starbucks…”
“You did that?” she said in amusement.
“Yea, the day after I got my implant,” He showed her the scar at the base of his skull, “I am now a grenade expert; but any way. You being there was the worst thing possible. We were all beating ourselves up for not being able to protect you, especial Ash and myself. Jinxx got over it once I got the text from you, and Andy just wanted to beat in some skulls. But we love you; them in a different way of course.”
He stopped long enough to pull me closer, our bodies feeling each other’s skin. Looking me in my eyes, he saw me soul. I felt the tears flow, as I knew he was right and it pissed me off.
“I’m not used to asking help, nor am I used to receiving it,” I started, holding his face in my hands, “If you want me to let you in you have to promise me you won’t hurt me. Promise me you won’t damage me more than I am already.”
“I promise, princess,” his voice was sincere.
I let my hands fall only to have him snatch one up. Kissing my palm, he rested it against his face again and closed his eyes.
“What, love,” I asked softly, feeling my tears subside.
“You are beautiful,” he said as he smiled slightly, “And I am lucky enough to see you as you are and be your retard in tin foil.”
His lips grazed across my forehead soft enough to give me chills. I closed my eyes, and held him for a few moments with my head on his shoulder.
“I love you so much, Violet Ann Morgan, and I will protect you will every fiber of my being. You are my soul, and without you I don’t feel whole.”
Our lips collided with what seemed to be the force of two nuked meeting in the middle. The passion was intense; not to mention the arousal within that moment was pretty high, too.
“Now, let’s finish this shower shall we,” he said in jest, realizing he had started something.
“I don’t think so, Coma,” I hissed, and grabbed him for another kiss.
His hands found my ass quickly as our embrace went from rated PG to R. Running my fingered through his wet hair, I felt his excitement on my stomach. His finger slid under the lips of each ass cheek as he lifted me up against the shower wall.
“I promise I will never hurt you,” he said again as we came up for air, “I promise, no one will ever hurt you again.”
With that, his mouth found mine again as his erection found my entrance. He made love to me for what seemed to be hours, letting the water run cold. He moved his mouth from mine to my neck, suckling its tender skin. My nails raked over his back as he thrusted in and out of me, slowly and gently.
“I never told you,” I breathed, “But sex activates my biotics.”
As soon as I said it, I arched my back as my implant reacted to my pleasure. The energy surged through up both as we shared this moment together. It felt like I was on fire, but in a good way. Pulling me away from the wall but still holding me up, he held onto me tightly as he continued to exit and re-enter the wet space he had created.
“I love you so much, Vi,” he whispered, sounding out of breath.
“I love you too, CC,” I replied, feeling the orgasm within my body begin to build.
An hour later, we finally reach our climax as he pushes me up again the tiled wall again. Fluids running down and out of our freshly cleaned bodies, we have consummated a love I had always wanted and dreamed of, but never received until now.
Sliding out of me, he put me down only to make sure I could stand. Giggling as we both experienced spaghetti legs, we shared one last kiss of passion before exiting the shower stall.
“What time is it, I wonder,” he said out loud.
Peering out from the bathroom, the clock on the night stand read 2:35am; we had made love for about 5 hours.
“Damn, Coma,” I exclaimed, “You are going to kill me one of these days,”
He smirked as he dried off, taking care to clean himself off with another wash rag. Handing the same rag to me, I mopped up his mess and dried myself off.
“So, I have never seen your hair unbraided,” he stated as soon as we were dressed and ready to relax.
“Yea, about that,” I laughed nervously, “It is kind of unmanageable when it is left to its own devices,”
“I still want to see,”
“Okay…” I began, “As long as you are okay with braiding it again.
“It’s a deal, baby,” he agreed with a smile.
I spent about twenty minutes taking out each small braid I had on my head. The hair that used to be just past my shoulders now draped down my back to the middle. CC ran his fingers through it and just looked at me lovingly.
“It’s pretty, all multicolored and shit,” he smiled, seeming almost child-like.
“Yea, and when it is dry it looks like I touched a lightning rod during a thunder storm,”
Handing him fresh rubber bands, he re-braided my hair to the best of his abilities.
“Thank you, baby,” he said after a few moments of silence.
“For what, my love?”
“For showing me that even crazy ass drummers can receive love from a beautiful woman such as you,”
“You are very welcome,”
He crawled under the covers, and pulled down my side. Sliding into the soft sheets, I sighed happily. I was finally back where I wanted to be. Nuzzled in bed, not a care in the world at least for that moment.
With him.

Notes

A bit of love goes a long way; CC and Vi now have an understanding. what does future hold for the love birds with the havoc wreaking outside the sanctuary doors?