affectionate - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

FALLON
That night I arrived home with a bag of my favorite snacks and a few groceries that I guessed we were running low on. When I deposited the bag in the kitchen my mother smiled at me for the first time in weeks and thanked me.
"Dinner is on the table sweetie, your father is already sitting down." I nodded my head and walked over to the dinning room. My father sat at the head of the table, shoveling my mother's meatloaf into his mouth. I sat down at my place at the table and began to eat as well, the tea Lucius made only curbed my appetite for so long. I was starving and soon I was just like my father, inhaling my mother's food and not stopping for no one. At some point, I heard my father's fork clink against the plate and the sound of him eating subsided too.
"Where'd you go today, Fallon?" I missed the way Lucius said my name. He said it so carefully, as if it were glass and if he was too harsh with it it would break and shatter into millions of tiny pieces.
"A walk on that trail right next to the college. I needed some air." He hummed but didn't continue eating and it was then that I knew his questioning was far from over.
"You haven't rejected that vampire yet have you?" At this, I rolled my eyes and dropped my fork onto my plate too. I looked my father in his eyes, challenging him to say something else.
"Are we really going there today, daddy? I haven't seen him in weeks okay? I'm pretty sure he left Melrose, you and mom have nothing to worry about. Now can I please eat in peace?" If he was angry he didn't show it. He resumed his task of demolishing his dinner and when he was done, stood up and disappeared into what I assumed was his study. I blew out a breath and stood up from the table too, I wasn't hungry anymore and downstairs was no longer a place I wanted to be. I wanted to be in Lucius's warm cottage, drinking his warm tea, and peering into his dizzying blue eyes. I wondered what it was like to be held in his arms, to be touched all over by him.
I pushed the door to my room open and locked it and wasted no time in flinging myself onto my bed. This was a bad idea, if I did this there would be no going back. The desire to experience the real thing would be too much for me to handle, it would no doubt completely take over the part of my brain that made rational decisions and I would be at the absolute mercy of this stupid bond. And yet, despite knowing all of that, my hand still snaked its way down my chest. Once my fingers reached the waistband of my jeans they immediately tackled the button and zipper, undoing both at record speeds. I pushed my panties to the side and my ring and middle fingers got to work rubbing slow circles around my clit, I moaned lowly and bit my lip to stop any further noises from slipping out. It was bad enough I was doing this and it would be even worse if my parents heard me.
I moved my fingers a little faster and bucked against them, my eyes screwed shut and the only thing I could see was pale skin, baby blue eyes, dark and wavy hair, and perfect pink lips. The thought of him alone made me wetter and the way my fingers slid against my clit while I chased them with my hips only turned me on even more. My other hand slid over my breasts and pinched and pulled at my nipples, my back arched in response and I could feel myself getting close. My fingers sped up, I curled them inward slightly and applied pressure. My stomach tightened and my lip fell from teeth, the fingers abusing my nipples had stopped but my hand continued to massage my breasts harshly. Everything felt too good, my fingers pressing against my swollen clit, my other hand playing with my breasts and leaving bruising touches, and my mind. My traitorous mind, suppling me with the memory of Lucius caressing my cheek and reminding me of how good it felt to be in such an intimate position with him.
My hips bucked one more time before I felt my stomach tighten completely, I threw my head back against my pillows and let out a shaky breath as white hot pleasure washed over my body. My body jerked and my fingers kept rubbing me through my orgasm. "Lucius," I half whined half moaned. I would definitely be embarrassed about that later but right now all I was able to focus on was the pleasure swimming around in my body. Finally my body stopped jerking and my orgasm subsided, my fingers moved gently and I shook due to the overstimulation but it felt too good to stop. As I came down from my high, reality set in and I sighed at what I had just done. I was disappointed in myself, but fuck it was worth it.
I climbed out of bed and cringed at the feeling of my own wetness rubbing against my inner thighs. I snagged some pajamas out of my drawer and dashed to the shower. As soon as it was warm enough I stripped, put on my shower cap and hopped in. I let the water wash away everything I had just did and promised myself I would never do it again; but at the end of the day I was a woman and not a strong one, and promises were meant to be broken. I knew this would only make me want Lucius more even though he made it very clear he was not planning on doing anything with me as far as the bond and relationships went. I was reduced to heated touches and alluring looks and in all honesty I could live with that seeing as my parents would literally keel over and die if I popped out with Lucius.
Speaking of Lucius, I was praying that arousal was not an emotion he could feel from me. It was more physical than it was mental and my cover would be completely blown if he was aware of what I did.
I turned the shower off and stepped out, it had been an unnecessarily long day and I was exhausted. Sleeping was the only thing that I had on my mind. The walk of shame back to my bedroom also felt longer than usual but it was worth it when finally my light was off and I was under my nice warm covers that instantly made me think of Lucius's cottage. And then Lucius.
I was so fucked. The worst part was that there was no one to blame but myself.
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