Beauty & The Bear

9

Kaine

Hayley looked so peaceful sleeping in my arms I couldn't bring myself to wake her and bring her home. So I did the only thing I could think of. I carried her into the house and placed her in my bed.

I watched for a moment as she sprawled herself over my sheets, claiming the entire bed as her own. I liked her rubbing her scent all over it, marking it as hers without even knowing it.

One day, soon, it will be.

Today if I had it my way. But I am a patient man. I will wait. And she will come. Oh will she c*m. I smile to myself as I tuck her in, making sure she is comfortable before leaving her to sleep.

I claim the couch and fall asleep listening to her heart beating softly from the other room.

Around three in the morning it spikes suddenly and I can hear her moaning and crying in her sleep. I hurry to the door, damn near breaking it off the hinges as I try to get inside. She's still sleeping but she's got the sheets wrapped around her legs like she's been in a street fight and she got the losing end.

Her small hands are in fists, one is tightly clenched around the bedding and the other ones tightly wrapped around her own hair.

I reach for the hand in her hair, slowly coaxing her fingers in an effort to get her to release her curls.

“Relax sweetheart, you're alright” I whisper, kissing her forehead. Her sweat lines my lips, salty yet somehow sweet at the same time. She settles down at my touch however slightly, it takes a few minutes before she is completely calm again. I go to leave when she moans shaking her head.

“Jason.. Please… let me go” a big fat tear slides down her cheek and onto my pillow.

I swear to God, if I ever meet Jason, I will tear him limb from limb. There will be nothing left for the wolves to feed on. An overwhelming need washes over me and I come beside her once more, sliding into the bed. Her body responds immediately, curling into me, I wrap her up in my arms and close my eyes. She doesn’t make a sound for the rest of her sleep, I make sure to slip out of bed before she wakes. Holding her feels so right, her soft body fits perfectly in mine. She was absolutely made for me.

I’m in the kitchen making coffee when I hear the bedroom door open and see her coming out. She has my sweater on, it’s draped over her small frame coming almost to her knees. Her bare feet pad across the floor and she disappears into the bathroom quickly.

When she emerges and makes her way to the kitchen I watch as she slides into one of the chairs, looking down. “I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed your sweater”

“Looks better on you” My eyes skim over her, “Coffee?”

“Please” She smiles at me as she pushes the sleeves back and rests her elbows on the edge of the table and rests her chin in her hands.

“I will have breakfast up soon” I say as I pour her coffee and start digging into the fridge.

“Sounds great… umm… I have a favor to ask.. It might be weird and you can say no..” She looks down at the table.

My interest has peaked now. “Go on”

“I was wondering if I would be able to have a bath? Your tub is so beautiful and all I have at my place is a small shower…” Her face flushes a deep red as she speaks

“Of course. Go take your time, light some candles if you want. Relax. I’ll have breakfast ready when you're done. Enjoy yourself”

“Really? Thank you!” Her face brightens as she pops up from the chair and takes her coffee with her, as she almost skips towards the bathroom.

I hear the bathroom door click shut and the water start running. I imagine her in there, if she is running her hand over the water, checking the temperature or not before she gets in or if she is more daring and just takes the plunge.

I try to give her privacy and mind my business and put my mind and focus on making breakfast but after about fifteen minutes something changes. At first I’m not sure what it is but then it hits me like a tonne of bricks. Her scent changes and I can hear soft moans. If she is doing what I think she’s doing… I wouldn’t know anything at all if it weren’t for my heightened sense of hearing.

When she comes out of the bathroom there’s a fresh rosy glow to her cheeks. She looks revived. I pretend to know nothing and smile at her, “Do you feel better?”

“Yes, much better thank you so much! It’s been ages since I had such a relaxing bath” She gives me a bright genuine smile. She still has my sweater on. I notice her bare legs now more than ever, under the wool resting against her thighs.

“I can imagine.. Are you hungry?”

“Starving. Can I help you with breakfast?”

“Nope you just sit down and relax.. I was thinking maybe after breakfast we could go for a hike?”

“After the horrific events of my last hike I don’t think that’s a great idea” She half laughs as she takes a seat and lifts her leg to rest on the chair, putting her hand on her knee.

“Ah, but this time you will have an expert guide. I know these woods like the back of my hand. I guarantee your safety”

“Mhmm” She smiles once more and watches me as I fumble around in the kitchen. I can feel her intense eyes on me as I make breakfast.

“I promise to make it worth your while”

“Alright but I have to go home first and get changed. I can’t go around in the woods wearing my dress or your sweater” She laughs gesturing to the oversized sweater she has on. She is swimming in it but it looks adorable on her.

Once we have breakfast I drive her back to her place and she rushes inside to change and feed her cat. When she comes back out my chest tightens when I see what she’s wearing. A pair of short shorts and a t-shirt with some hiking boots. She ties a wind breaker around her waist and pulls a small backpack onto her back.

Climbing into my truck she grins at me widely. “Ready?”

I nod, staring at her, her creamy thighs on full display for me. Is she wearing this on purpose?

I start the truck, trying to keep my eyes on the road but it proves to be difficult.

This trail is called ‘little bear’ They call it that because when you look down from the lookout some people say the rocky formation looks like a bear’s paw.

The path is open and there’s enough room for us to walk side by side, I hesitantly reach for her hand. She slides her fingers in between my own and smiles brightly at me.