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Closing my eyes, I let the water run down my body, rinsing away the evidence of our lovemaking. My body tingles every time I think about Haldor, every time I think about his lips on my skin. Is this a temporary sensation or does the fact that Haldor is different allow for these crazy sensations to keep on growing and building between the two of us?
I don’t know how long I stand under the shower before I finally switch off the water, my stomach growls in hunger as I dry my body. I don’t know how long Haldor will be away if he will even be coming back today, should I leave the room and try and find myself something to eat or should I wait in the room for Haldor to come back?
I have heard many stories about bikers, but never encountered any and with the Elementals not being human, I don’t know what to expect from them. Maybe it’s not safe to wonder around, but what if Haldor doesn’t come back for a couple of days?
I’m not someone that can sit around without doing anything, I have always worked since I was a child. In a gypsy camp children and woman work, doesn’t matter if we are reading fortunes or if we are washing clothes or making food. Everyone has to be useful, therefore I have always felt the need to earn my keep as I saw many being kicked out when they were ill and couldn’t earn their keep any longer.
I always thought that was barbaric, and internally rebelled at the unfairness of it, but dared not say anything as my people can be brutal. I always wondered if that happened everywhere, mourning quietly the lack of humanity.
Pulling Haldor’s t-shirt on again I walk into the room, straightening the bedding I sit on the edge wondering how long I will have to be here in this room before Haldor comes back or before someone remembers that I exist and comes looking for me. I look around again trying to find something that will occupy my time, but it doesn’t seem like Haldor has much in the room. There is no television or books, I don’t see anything else that he could possibly occupy his time with in the room. I don’t know how long I am sitting on the bed before I sigh in irritation and stand to pace, how dare he leave me here all alone like a prisoner.
If he thinks he can just bed me and then forget me he has a surprise coming because I will not be ignored. First, he gets angry when I say I want to go back home but then he leaves me stewing in anger while he goes galivanting around the countryside.
Also, how dare he go to camp without telling me first? Walking towards the door I open a crack to look out and down the corridor to see if there is anyone, to my frustration I don’t see anyone. Closing the door again, I walk back to the bed to lie down. I swear when Haldor gets back, I will let him know in no uncertain terms that he can’t just decide to leave me all alone like a prisoner and disappear.
Closing my eyes, I start taking in deep breaths, holding and then slowly expelling. I usually do these breathing exercises when I am trying to relax. I slowly start to relax the muscles in my body feeling my body getting lighter…ligh…
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I must have fallen asleep because feathery kisses down my throat have my eyes snapping open, but Haldor’s now familiar scent has my hand rising to his silky dark hair as his lips continue their attention of my neck. The flesh between my legs vibrates with pleasure at every lavish kiss, my nipples pulling in desperation for attention.
“Haldor” I whisper at the sensations running through my body. He raises his head, his eyes hooded with passion as he looks deep into my eyes.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, but you looked so beautiful laying here.” He starts to lower his head again, but his words have me tensing. What am I doing? The question screams in my head as I pull my hands up between us and start to push him away. I feel him tensing as he raises his head again a question now in his eyes.
“We had an argument remember?” I ask angrily, silently berating myself when I hear the breathlessness in my voice. “You just left without saying anything and didn’t even think to feed me.” My words have him snapping back a scowl adorning his face before he is standing and once again making his way towards the door.
“Where are you going now?” I ask but it’s too late as he slips out closing the door behind himself. I want to scream in frustration, there is no way that I can be with this man if he can’t even stand to be in the same room as me when we talk. “I don’t care if he gets angry or not, I am going to leave even if I have to dig a tunnel and make it outside,” I rant angrily.
I snap up to pull myself against the headboard, my arms around my folded legs. Damn man, he is going to drive me crazy with his disappearing acts.
Just as I’m pondering leaving the room anyway the door opens and Haldor walks in but this time, he is carrying a tray. The aroma of some kind of meat wafts towards me making my stomach growl.
“I brought you food,” he says as he places the tray next to me. I want to argue but the hunger gnawing at my stomach stops my sharp words. I will eat and then tell him what I think.
I lower my legs to place the plate on my lap taking in the feast that he brought. My mouth starts to water at the mash and beef stew on my plate. There is also a glass with some kind of juice, maybe apple, and to the side I see what looks like chocolate cake.
Lifting a fork full of mash and a piece of beef into my mouth I want to groan at how good it tastes, and I know it’s not just because I’m hungry but this food is delicious. “I’m sorry, I thought someone would have brought you something to eat.”
I look up from my food in surprise, I never thought he would apologize. The apology kind of deflated my anger. I don’t say anything, instead continue to eat every morsel on my plate. At any other time, I would have been embarrassed at the amount of food I am tucking away, but I can’t stop myself at how good it all tastes.
Haldor doesn’t say anything, instead he sits in silence watching me eat. When I place the last piece of chocolate cake into my mouth and lay down my cutlery, he lifts the tray to place it on the chair close to the door.
“Thank you,” I murmur feeling so full that I don’t think I will be able to stand up.
“Druza,” Haldor’s solemn tone has my eyes snapping to his, “I want you to make this your home, If there is anything you need or that I am remis in providing you must let me know.” He shrugs before raising his left hand to run it through his hair.
“I’m not very good at this,” he mutters.
“At what?” I ask not sure what he is referring to. He points his index finger at me and then at himself and shrugs again. “You mean, you and me?” his answer is a nod before he comes to sit on the edge of the bed.
His confession surprises me, I would never say that he felt insecure about us, after all he had me from the minute he lay eyes on me. Haldor has a presence that is bigger than life, anyone looking at him would say that he has no insecurities, that he is bad to the bone, but digging deeper there is something there. “I thought you said that I’m your mate?” has he changed his mind now that we have had sex?
“You are my mate,” he states as he takes my hand, “what I mean is that I’m not used to explaining myself to anyone except maybe Tor when it’s something to do with the club.”
I realize that he is trying to apologize for earlier and for forgetting to feed me, he might not be very good at it, but he is trying. His thumb is stroking my hand which is sending shivers up my arm and turning my thoughts to mush. He might not be good with his words but he sure is great with his touch.
“It’s okay, I’m sure we will figure it out as we go along.” I shouldn’t say that, am I committing to us? He grunts in reply before he pulls his hand away from mine to stand up and once again hold out his hand to me. “Tor wants to speak to us, I told him you were going to eat and then I would bring you through.” He explains as I place my hand in his and then stand, looking down I frown.
