Pacifier

🌹 Isabelle 🍒

I woke up to an alarm going off on the bedside table by my head but it wasn't my alarm and when I reached to turn it off, sat myself up, somebody else stopped me.

Van rolled over, rolled into me, his arm draped lazy and heavy over my waist as he stretched across me to turn it off.

I tried to catch another glimpse at the time, certain that it had been later than it should have been, panicking a little that Johnny would have been waiting downstairs for me to appear, ready for school, for an hour.
Worried that he might be about to barge into my empty bedroom about to try and wake me up, only to realise that there was no one there to wake at all.

"No school today Belle," Vans breath tickled my skin as he mumbled, half asleep into my neck, "thas for me," ha said groaning softly as he pulled me back down into his side, rolled onto his back and took me with him so that when I pushed myself up I was straddling his waist, his button down shirt, unbuttoned and hanging off me, slipping from one shoulder to reveal the white lace of my bra. The fabric of his shirt parting to reveal the gentle slope of my waist and my belly. He cast his gaze over me, his eyes trailing down as he held me, my waist between his hands.

"Who is this angel I see before me," he yawned, propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand still lingering, his fingers brushing over my bare skin, trailing a line down to the hem of my panties, lingering their on the periphery, drawing a line. "Dangerous you sleepin in here every night you know..." he murmured as if I'd stolen his breath and his voice all at once, as if the things that were on his mind now were too dark to voice. The hungry look in his eyes, the lust, shivering my spine, swirling my insides. I held his gaze and asked him why. Blinking down at him with wide brown eyes.

He sat up a little straighter, his hands moving, sliding up my back over my shoulders and then back down to my waist where they stayed and held me in place.

"Because," he mumbled against my chest, his lips brushing the lace of my bra as he placed a kiss just below my sisters locket, "I've got a lot of very important things to do," he smirked, "and you," he said trailing a scattering of kissed across my chest and up to my neck, "make it very hard," he said running kisses along my jaw, making his way slowly, torturously slowly, "to get out of bed," to my lips.

He kissed me quickly, before he slipped me from his lap, rolled me over, with my head between his palms sinking into the pillows. His messy hair fell around us, tickled my cheek as he leant down to kiss me again, his kisses almost tickling as he peppered them along my jaw and up to my ear where his whisper froze me where I lay.

"Be waiting for me when I get back,"

He didn't even give me a chance to ask him why, or where he was going or how long he would be, before he'd pulled his jeans on, a new shirt on and shut the door behind him.
My only reassurance was that he'd left his gun in the bedside drawer. So he wouldn't be going far and he wouldn't be going for long. And he wouldn't be going to see anyone he didn't call his friend.

So I did as I was told.

At least I intended to do as I was told.

I shifted slightly, pulling the sheets up around my shoulders, watching the door he'd just left through, as if I expected him to come back at any moment. Wondering what important things I was keeping him from attending to. Wondering if that was where he had gone.

It was early, the sun a pale saint in the sky, the light white yellow as it seeped through the curtains didnt quite reach me wrapped up the in the sheets.

It was warm where the dawn had begun to heat the room through the glass like a greenhouse, and as I pushed myself up the sheets slid from my shoulder and I caught my reflection in the mirror.