Lilah

Chapter 14 Nothing

?Azalea?

"I'm going to throat-punch you if you don't let me do it," I cross my arms at him, pausing the movie on the tv.

"Don't threaten me," he grumbles.

"It's a promise, Sugar," I flex my bicep.

He's literally bleeding through his bandage all while saying 'I'm fine, it's fine.'

He's been stabbed for crying out loud, he's not fine. Gosh knows how deep it is anyway.

"It's fine."

"Well if it's stitched up and still bleeding then you could've opened the stitches," I scoot closer to him on the couch. I feel the heat radiating off his bare chest and I nearly have to fan myself.

"And if you've opened the stitches then it could get infected more easily and if it gets infected then you could get really sick and then you could maybe die or something and I don't want that to happen," I explain, "Bear doesn't want that to happen either."

I pat Bear's head and he licks my fingers. Grey lets out a frustrated sigh. He instructs me where to find all the bandages and disinfectant in the closet in his hallway and when I come back, he's sitting upright on the couch.

I bend down to his level and feeling his eyes on me, I take the bloodied bandage off. I nearly gasp at the sight. The stitches haven't been busted but on the end of the wound, there could have been one more stitch but there's not.

I clean around the wound, trying my absolute hardest to keep it from hurting him. When his body tenses though, I know I have.

I place my other hand on his strong arm giving it a sympathetic little squeeze. Then I give it one more squeeze, feeling the amount of muscle he has.

In response, the arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer to him.

I put another clean bandage on it and as soon as it's done being taped, I'm pulled onto his lap. I hold in the gasp that wants to escape. He lays his head down on my shoulder and I feel my heart say 'aw.'

Bear gets jealous. He comes over to me and claws at my leg. I let a little giggle out and I rub his belly when he turns over for me.

I feel lips on my neck and a soft sigh comes out of my mouth. I forget about how unfriendly what he's doing is.

I keep telling myself that I don't want to get hurt again.

I'm terrified of going through heartbreak.

Terrified. Of all the things that have happened to me and are happening, I want to stay friends with someone because I'm scared that if he hurts me, then I'll go back to having no one except Mr. Terrip and my pillows.

I feel his finger trail down the crease in my back and I shudder under his touch. He kisses up my neck, over my jawline and he stops on my cheek.

"I can feel your spine," he grumbles.

I swear I eat a lot. I swear I do. I eat an imaginable amount when it's given to me. I reach my hand around his side and press my fingers into his spine gently. I can just faintly feel his spine and I grin.

"I can feel yours too," I return my eyes to his only to see them trained on my lips.

"Are you mad at me?" he suddenly asks and I feel my eyebrows furrow.

"For..." he trails off, his hand coming to rest on my neck where moments previous, his mouth was.

It felt too good to be wrong.

I shake my head. My eyes find the clock and I see that it's already almost five in the afternoon. I climb off Grey's lap and watch as his jaw clenches unhappily at my action. I sit next to him and lean my head on his tattooed arm.

Soon, I feel myself drifting off.

~~~

"Let's go to bed," Grey shakes me gently awake and I just give him a little sleepy nod. I feel his strong arms under me and I relish in the feeling of his warm chest under my hands.

He opens his bedroom door and he sets me on my feet.

"Can I have a t-shirt?" I question a little shyly. I don't necessarily want to sleep in the sweater I'm in unless he wants a puddle of sweat on his bed.

Ew.

He opens a drawer and grabs the first thing he sees. He tosses it over to me and it hits me in the face. I fall back onto the bed with a groan as it does.

I get over my fit and stand up, taking off my sweater. I look at the shirt he gave me. It's a plain white t-shirt with a whole bunch of black words on the back. Something about the FBI.

I'm not an FBI agent because I'm wearing this. I'm not.

I am.

I pull the shirt over my head and then my eyes lock with Grey. I thought he left.

He runs his hand through his dark, thick hair.

"Give me a break Lilah," he jaw clenches and I turn confused.

"I'm trying to be good for you. You're making it so fucking hard," he stresses, walking closer to me.

That's what she said. Shut up.

"Stop biting your lip," he glares and I release it, not even realizing I was doing it. He grabs my waist and pulls me flush against him. His tattooed hand rests at the top of my throat as he tilts my head up to him.

He eyes travel down the shirt on my body and he whispers a curse.

"I'm getting in the shower," he grumbles before letting me go and walking into the bathroom.

A good fifteen or so minutes later, he comes back out, his hair wet and water dripping down the ripples on his chest.

I need to go to church.

I watch him with slight pervert eyes as he comes to the head of the bed. He grabs a pillow to take with him.

"Grey," I call out as he begins walking out the room. He turns and looks at me. I look at his torso. He sees that. He wipes away a water droplet on his abdomen. I wipe the drool coming out the corner of my mouth.

"Take the bed," I start getting up.

"I'm not sleeping in that bed unless you're in it."

My heart flies out the window and ascends to say hi to Jesus.

"Okay," I say pathetically. I stretch my legs in front of me. I take off the brace on my leg and he sits on his side of the bed.

I massage my knee gently and let out a sigh.

I hear a little scratch at the closed door and a soft whine. I hold my heart and stand up. I walk carefully over to the door.

"He's not allowed in here," Grey grumbles and I gasp. How could anyone resist his whines?

"Please," I plead and his face remains blank.

"Grey."

We hear another little whine. I look back at Grey.

"How can you just listen to that? Poor Bear feels left out," my voice goes soft for Bear.

"He just wants to spend time with us," I explain, edging closer to the door.

I won't give up on this Bear.

On the other side of the door, he lets out the worlds cutest little 'awoo' and I send Grey a pretty please look.

"Goddammit, fuck," his jaw ticks, "whatever."

I smile excitedly and open the door. Bear rushes in and his tail wags very happily. He rubs up against me, nearly knocking me over and I rub through his black hair.

"Look how happy he is," I cup Bear's face and tilt it up to me. He licks my nose and I giggle.

I walk over to the bed and Bear runs over to Grey on his side of the bed. He puts his paws up on the bed and nudges Grey's arm continuously.

Bear loves him so much.

I climb up on the bed and Bear pushes his lower half up onto the bed.

"Bear," Grey warns, a scowl on his face.

I'm guessing he's not allowed on the bed either. Even though the first time I was here he jumped up to see me.

Bear jumps on the bed like a Fox in the snow and I fall deeper in love with him.

He goes crazy. He chases his tail in circles, jumps all around, and pounces at Grey who looks unamused, although I can see a little twinkle in his eye.

Once he's done he plops his big body down, and pants with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"You're such a good boy, Bear," I scoot closer to him and he turns all the way over on his back to get the belly rub that he deserves.

"I don't want him sleeping with us," Grey grumbles.

"You won't even know he's here, I'll keep him on my side," I explain before patting the other side of me and Bear plops directly in that spot. I pat his head.

"You don't want to snuggle him then fine, I'll give him the snuggles he deserves," I look at Grey and he looks unhappy.

"Your face will stick like that," I say, fixing a part of his bandage that had rolled over.

He gets up grumbly and turns the lights off before coming back to bed, lifting the covers for us, getting in, and he turns away from me on his side.

I don't need him. I've got Bear.

I turn on my side away from him too and throw an arm around Bear's big body. He turns around and licks me in my face before settling back.

Hardly even feeling Grey's presence as we're on either side of the bed, I drift off.

~~~

I wake up to the sound of the bedroom door opening. The first thing that registers is how crushed my whole entire body feels.

And it's not Bear who's on top of me.

Grey's hand rests on my bare stomach and the rest of him is completely on top of me. His head rests on the pillow above mine and his long legs aren't even tangled with mine, they're in between mine.

I'm holding this man like he weighs only thirty pounds. He weighs twice as much as me.

Wait. Then who's at the door?

"Grey," a deep voice calls out. At least the covers are still us because goodness knows how far my shirt has risen up. Plus, with Grey's body crushing my small frame, I'm sure the guy can't even see me.

Grey doesn't move a single muscle at the voice.

Oh god. There's a dead man on top of me.

I can't even move he's so heavy.

"Grey," the voice calls out louder and he finally moves. He moves his hand up to the bottom of my bra. My heart hammers against my chest.

"Grey!" The voice shouts and Grey lets out a dark groan before his head moves and I figure he's opened his eyes.

"I like you underneath me," he grumbles quietly, his thumb caressing the wire at the bottom of my bra.

He likes me to not be able to breathe?

"Get up man," the guy calls and Grey lets out a grunt. He finds the top of my shirt all the way bunched up at the top of my breasts and he pulls it down for me before rolling off.

I intake a deep breath, finally getting the air I need.

"Wh-" the guy makes a little bit of a surprised noise once I'm revealed. I decide to keep going with the idea of acting like I'm still asleep to avoid awkward confrontation.