♤SPRING SHIELD (MxM) ~fantasy~♤

Stay over...please?

Kristian

"So,Kristian how did you start working for my son?"she starts and I eat faster to answer her,
"He was given to me by the interior company I work with."Elijah says,sipping on his wine. I can tell he plans to keep doing this,almost like he's protecting me. I don't know from but I should be grateful,I think.
"I wasn't asking you,Elijah."she warns without turning to look at him,"Are you single,Mr White?"
"Yes,ma'am."
"Do you have any children?"the question feels like someone reached into my chest and squeezed. One of the clearest memories I have from when I wasn't in my right mind was wanting children. Ever since I was young,I'd carry baby dolls around and when I became I teenager I'd write down baby names into a giant list.
I just wanted someone small who I could love and care for,who would see all the good in me and never judge me. I realise I've spent too long thinking,"No,I don't."I say,trying not to cry and embarrass myself in front if my boss' family,
"Funny,Elijah is almost the same as you."A pause as she cuts a small piece of fish cupcake like it's stake,"He had children when he was very young,have you ever wondered why?"
"No not really so don't have to-"
"He's sperm were dying."his kids are better at reading the room than me because after this they instantly get up and feign yawns taking their plates with them,
Elijah places his head in both of his hands and groans,pushing his glasses upward out of his face,"You didn't need to tell me that..."he had no choice but to produce heirs or something?
"He's single and has been his whole life,and you? Plans on getting married?"
"Uhm- a few? When I stabilise my career,I'd like to get married and have a child-"I stare at the two children in the living room placing their toys into their box,"Or two,"I say with a small heart warmed smile. I feel Elijah eyes at me as he stares,he traces before pulling air into his chest like a sigh. One of defeat.
He takes a full piece of fish from his plate and puts it onto mine,"It promotes brain function."he whispers,and I don't need him to explain. I know what he means by giving it to me.
I'm so used to people acting strange when they find out about my condition. Asking weird questions or distancing themselves from me because they feel like they can't relate to me any more. Even though me and Elijah's relationship is purely a deal. A business transaction.
But strangely I feel like he cheers me on in certain aspects.
Maybe its me wanting someone so successful and great to actually care about what happens to me. I look up and his gaze soft as he lets his fork dangle in his hand. He raises his brows and tips his chin back to his mother.
I think he does care.
"Alright,I'll go take the boys to bed."She stands as if she finally got what she wanted,
"Mom,you can't take them just after they've eaten. At least let them play a little,"Elijah says to her,getting up from his seat and picking up dirty dishes. I get up along with him and help,he gives me a sideway glance without a word,
"Fine,I'm going to go lie down,I will definitely not come back."she leaves after dropping her plate into the sink,
"Goodnight,Mrs Lewis."I tell her,and she spares me a glance and a small smile that makes me feel like I earned something. Once she's gone Elijah speaks,
"Wow,she must be very interested in you."
"Yeah,watch out I might take your spot."
"I promise you,she'll never love you more than her only very successful son."I laugh at this as he arranges the dishes into one side of sink bowl,
"We'll see,do you have washing gloves?"
"I'm not letting you do the dishes,Red."the nickname finds it's way in his mouth the second we're alone. It makes my cheeks heat up,this is definitely better than Kristy when it comes to him.
"But I want to,to thank you for a nice meal and letting spend time with the boys."I say resting my hands on my hips and his eyes dip down before picking right back up in one sweep.
My heart skips in its place. I'm not dumb enough to not know what that look means. I also know he's hiding it,"Let me do it,or else I'll cry."I plead,and the corner of his full lips tip upwards in a smirk,
"I don't care if you cry or not,so keep it moving."he says to which I gasp mockingly,
"No you move it."we're whispering at this point and I'm lost in that cool,easy forest green stare he has when he starts to tease,
"Tell you what,I'll let it slide and you can remove the dry ones I wash."he says in negotiation,and I nod. He shows me where everything goes before he himself starts to wash dishes,rolling up his sleeves giving me a full view of his corded forearms.
Their gorgeous. He's gorgeous. And I need to stop,don't I?
We wash dishes in silence and when he's almost done,Oliver and Liam are done with their own clean up,"Daddy,can you come look at my homework?"Oliver says pulling on his father's pant leg. Adorable,
"Sure,need help with it?"Elijah says,rinsing his fingers off with running water,
"Me too! Can we have juice though?"Liam chimes in already opening the fridge,
"No,you can not have juice past eight."Elijah says,pointing a finger at his son and he whines in an attempt to get him to change his mind,"I'll check out your homework after I'm done here."he says looking at the dishes. Having fallen for the interaction I jump to help,
"I'll finish up,you go help them out."I say,hurriedly placing a hand on his shoulder. He stiffens under my touch. Its not anger. It's not irritation. It's him being nervous. It was unexpected. For both of us. He sucks in a breath before walking away from my hand that remains there floating in the air. Stuck in time.
"Thank you."he says,his children follow him out of the kitchen. All I see is his back,wide shoulders into a reasonably slim waist. I want to undress him with my eyes but no matter what I imagine,its probably not as rimmed and masculine as whatever hides under his fitted suits.
Hard. His muscles felt hard to touch. The type that makes a buzz appear in your stomach. I understand why Bethany or whatever her name was touched him in a rush.
I wash the last of the dishes and listen to his rough voice try to teach multiplication to his children patiently.

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I got lost searching for them once I was done washing the dishes. It's a huge mansion as expected of Elijah Lewis the freaking third- yeah I didn't even know he was a third of his own name.
I'm surprised by that information that Mrs Lewis let me in on,on our way here.
There are so many rooms and hallways. And carpet,green carpet with stories ingraved onto them in gold. Just like the windows at the academy. But now their just about the King of spring. All his glory. The story of him and how Lyria gave him the power to control plants and save the world from the rot insighted by the dark Lord of the night realm.
About his lover and how the blessing of Lyria is built off of sympathy. Of love in the thrive of life. When an avatar falls in love with the one meant for him,he becomes more powerful. Super corny,right? But it's true,that's why avatar marriage are so intense and have to be well planned.
When I get to the end of the hall way there's a door open with light spilling out of it,slow and soft murmurs sound. I walk right up and peek my head inside,"Hi."I say when all their eyes look up at me,from the rug they've all sat on,
"Hello and welcome."Elijah says,without looking up from a big book with illustrations inside it,fairytales. The boys rest on both of his shoulders,already sleepy.
"Ready for bed?"
"Almost,daddy wants to read us a Bedtime story."Oliver tells me and Liam dozes off on his father's arm,
"Does he now? What are you going to read for us today,dad?"I tease and he glares right at me before answering,
"Daughter of the snow queen,"he says,bored,he sucks in a breath and just starts speaking. His voice is calm and articulate,soft and soothing. He talks and talks,adding even his own words to the story. I'm slightly sleepy myself as he continues not slipping or stopping once.
Before he gets to the end,Liam starts to snore and Oliver slides down his father's arm. He chuckles before looking at me,"Help me with him."he tips his chin at Oliver while picking Liam up into his arms and smiling at him.
Love in his eyes. Being here is killing me.
I try to do the same thing he's doing with Liam,cradling him into a lifted embrace and setting him into his bed. Once we're done tucking the both of them in we leave,slowly closing the door and shutting the light off.
"Look at the time,I should head home right about now-"I say and Elijah stares at me like he's confused. But he keeps walking me down the hall,he sighs,
"I'm afraid,I can't let you,it's past ten."
"And where can I stay instead?"I say with a sarcastic tone walking along side him through the long hallway.
"Here,there's more than enough room for you here. And it's dangerous out there at night. Especially tonight,it's not safe for someone like you."he says and I audibly gasp,
"Like me? What's that supposed to mean?"I cross my arms over my chest and stop,putting my leg infront of him to force him into a halt. He turns my way,dangerously slow in the dark hall and takes a few steps my way.
It's dark. So dark,the only light behind me and him is a single small bulb that's dull. But his eyes burn bright. Like an inferno. Bigger than any fire I've ever made with my powers. And hotter,much hotter.
"Small,perfect,prey-like target for an attack. That's what I mean."
"I'm more inclined to take off after such insult,Lewis."
"What makes you think I won't force you?"he says,in a sinister way that makes me hate that smug look on his face. "Follow me,I'll show you to your quarters for the night."he says stepping right over my extended leg,
"And what will I wear to sleep?"I try to make an excuse for myself to maybe make him let me go home but he's determined,
"There are clothes of all kinds and sizes in that closet over there and even if there wasn't-"he stops spreading the bed and looks up at me,"You'd just wear mine."I imagine what it would feel like to wear his clothes that smell like pollen and rain and get disgusted.
"I'd rather sleep naked in dirt."he laughs at this before walking over to another door and pointing to it,"Bathroom with hot water is there in case you want to take a shower."I nod at this information and he steps back,
"I'll be off now."he says and I look up from the bed,
"Where to?"I ask,with way too much urgency in my voice,
"Patrolling the city."