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Foolish Romeo and his Unfoolish Juliet
“Well, I think we can safely say I look adequately ravished by the King of the Castle,” I joked as I took in my appearance from my reflection in the window and wondered what I was going to do about my hair.
“And ne’er has there been a sight more lovely than that of such beauty glowing after a lover’s touch,” he said making me glow a very unflattering shade of cherry. I looked back at him and took in the sight of his tall frame shrugging his jacket back over his shoulders and this time he fastened the buttons, giving him an even more masterful presence.
“Draven, did you just get that out of a book?” I teased nodding to one of the few books that had fallen onto the floor during our time spent abusing the shelf. I looked back at the evidence of not only the books lay across the floor like floating beige islands upon a sea of dark wood, but also the broken, splintered shelves they used to be nestled on.
I think it was during our third time and after Draven informed me he was far from done with his ‘little librarian’, that he had spun me round and taken me hard from behind. I vaguely remember looking to the side when I heard his fist lashing out into the spines before gripping the wooden shelf to aid him in his efforts. This, of course, didn’t last long before giving out against his strength, surprising me that my own body fared better. Although, I wouldn’t have been surprised to see fingerprint bruises at my hips where he had gripped me hard and boy wouldn’t I be lying if I said this thought didn’t excite me. To bear his mark on my body gave me a thrill like no other and before I knew what I was doing I was reaching up to a bite that had already healed.
Draven noticed the action and watched me with interest.
“Did I hurt you?” Draven asked now ignoring my tease about lines from books. I gave him a look of shock and shook my head,
“No, of course not, besides…new Vampy toughness remember?” I said showing him my muscles, which unfortunately were still none existent but at least it made him laugh.
“Then I am curious…” he started to say as he made his way to me. Once he was within reaching distance he gently took my hand in his and yanked me to him so that I landed pressed up against him, as was his plan. Yin and Yang sensations were a common thing around Draven, showing his gentle side whilst enforcing his strength and dominance over me.
“…what was that hidden look about?” he asked, finishing his query.
“It’s not really hidden if you saw it, Draven.” I complained on a chuckle instead of answering him. I felt him raise my face to meet his.
“Sweetheart, no look you give is ever hidden from me, for your expressive face often grants me more insight to your mind than your words do.” In response to this I faked shock when my mouth dropped open and his bad boy grin told me he liked my reaction to his teasing.
“Then in that case there would never be a need for me to drop my guards and let you access my mind in the future, would there?” I told him, knowing the second I did I too would be granted the reaction I wanted. Draven didn’t disappoint.
“Now I wouldn’t go as far as to say that, and you know…” he paused first getting closer to my face before continuing,
“…to know your thoughts as they come to you… well now, I can imagine the benefits would be very rewarding, especially during certain carnal acts.” He finished these wicked words with a firmer grip to my side as he pulled me roughly to him and sealed his sentence with a kiss. I let myself enjoy it for a moment longer before pulling back, patting him on the arm twice before saying,
“Nice try Casanova, but that would be a big fat no on that one.” He growled as I walked past him closer to the window, making me smirk at my own reflection.
“Now the big question is what on earth am I going to do about my hair?” I said facing the window, so I could assess the damage. It now looked as though someone had stuck a curly blonde bush on my head.
“I don’t suppose you will believe me if I told you that I think you look beautifully wild.”
“Yes, ‘wild’ being the operative word here, Draven.” He laughed once before coming to stand behind me.
“And we can’t have people getting the wrong impression of me, can we?” he said making me frown back at him in our reflection.
“And that would be?”
“Why, by ravishing my delectable little Queen, one held captive with my teeth and cock.” He whispered this last word in my ear making me shudder against him and I felt his smug grin against my neck.
“Now, let’s see what I can do,” he said before placing his hands on each side of my head, pausing for a second.
“Close your eyes for me,” he hummed in my ear and I did as he said, unable to deny him anything when using that soft tender tone. I felt him start to move his hands down my hair, framing it all with his large hands and other than a tingling tickle, I wouldn’t have even said he had really touched me.
“There… almost respectable again,” he teased. I opened my eyes and saw that he was right, my hair had not a strand out of place from when Pip had first done it. Even my makeup was back to how Sophia had first applied it, complete with lipstick, that I knew Draven had kissed off long ago. Now making me ask the question why weren’t his own lips covered in the shade?
“I also have to look respectable for my Queen, do I not?” Draven replied to my unspoken question.
“How did you…?”
“Like I said sweetheart, you have an expressive face and your wide eyes tell me everything,” he whispered down at me and I blushed and replied in a quiet tone,
“Not everything they don’t.” Thankfully he took this the way I had hoped and not because of the secrets I kept from him.
“Behave vixen!” he warned, granting me a flash of his purple heat in both his eyes and the slight glow of his veins. Then, before I could come back with a witty reply, he gripped the top of my dress and with a hard tug, pulled it up. This meant it was now covering my breasts and preventing them from spilling over as they had been. Of course, it wasn’t enough to get them to behave completely as thanks to my curvaceous body, I was still sporting a hell of a cleavage. One that enticed him to run his fingertips gently across my soft mounds.
“Behave, Romeo.” I half teased him back, also knowing that if he carried on we would never leave this room.
“Romeo is it? Well, I like to think I have more sense than that foolish fictional being,” he said with a huff making me turn to look at him.
“Foolish?” I asked frowning up at him.
“Do you not think it foolish to let anything come between a love so strong, a foolishness that causes the death of two star crossed lovers by their own hands?” he asked light-heartedly giving me a tap under my chin with his curled finger, before leaving to go fix the shelf. Meanwhile, I was still stood there where he left me just replaying his words. I don’t know why they affected me so much, that was until the words were spilling out before I could stop them.
“I would die for you…I…I did die for you…do you think that is foolish?” The second my words were out he froze and one of the books he was putting back dropped from his hand. He first lowered his head and closed his eyes as if my very words had caused him utter agony to hear and I wished in that moment I could have taken them back. He had his fists clenched at his sides and was close to shaking, which was when I could stand it no longer.
“Draven I…”
“We have both died for one another Keira, and where did it get us but steps down a foolish path we both regret taking,” he said, his voice stern and on the edge.
“It isn’t foolish to die for the one you love Draven, and I don’t regret dying for you or dying to save all of those we love, including might I add, the whole world!” I snapped back knowing I was just making this worse, but I couldn’t help it.
“Yes, but what if it had been your hand behind the blade and my heart you had plunged it into?” he snapped slashing a hand out to his side in his anger. I took a step back and my hand clutched at my heart as if that very image had been scorched upon my soul.
“Ah, I see that painted image is enough to haunt you as its reality still does me!” he growled in response to my reaction. At first, I didn’t know what to say. But he was right, that image was one that had tears forming and a strange ache in my chest as though that glass blade was still there.
“Draven…why, why do this to yourself when it was always meant to be this way. When it was destined in the Fates even before we met?” I asked in what I hoped was a soothing tone for I hated to see how much this still affected him. And from his snarled words I could understand how. Because even the words spoken about committing such an act was too horrendous to even allow my mind to paint that image for long. And in the small time they had taken root, was enough to have a tear escaping down my cheek.
“Yes, well I damn the Fates and their fucking foreseen destiny! I am nobody’s puppet and I would spend a thousand lifetimes cutting at their strings if they be ones that try and force my hand to harm you again!” He vowed this time with his voice giving over more to his demonic side, making me ask myself, which part of him ruled his heart more. Because like this, it was once easy to see how his demon side loved me just as his angel side did. But now, well now I wasn’t as sure as I had once been. Because now I knew I had met his demon and one thing had been obvious…
He didn’t like me.
But right now, I couldn’t think about this. No, right now I only had one important job to do and that was being Draven’s shoulders. For I needed to take his weight, a weight of pain that was holding him beneath a mountain of guilt. So, I walked up to him and placing a palm on his cheek, I raised his face up so that I could see him.
“Now I want you to listen to me Dominic, for I will only say this one last time…” I paused to take in a breath as his eyes so full of pain looked to mine, as if in this moment I held the answer to all.
So, I told him the only thing that mattered and a truth so blinding he couldn’t see it for he refused to open his eyes. And by doing so, I forced him to open them and see once and for all.
“That knife was never in your hand but in that of a God. A God, Draven. A God that used you and took my life, which in the end was to be his undoing. Don’t you see, the prophecy was never about you taking my life… it was only ever about me risking mine to save yours. I chose the path I walked down, and I took every step because I knew it only ever led me to one place…” I told him and then pulled his face down to mine so that I could whisper the end of my sentence with my forehead to his.
A sentence spoken to the feel of his tears landing on my cheeks, mixing with my own.
“…A place that only ever led me to you.”