Twenty-Six Cold
Osiris
I can tell she’s still mad at me when she doesn’t allow me to help her clean herself up. I stay there watching her though, ignoring the blush on her cheeks as she wipes me away and tries hard to pretend I’m not there, but it doesn’t matter. I am here, and we fall asleep spooned together with my hand cupping her pussy whether she wants to or not.
I wake before her the next morning and take some time to stare at her beautiful face. As much as she tries to pretend she doesn’t want me around, I can see she hasn’t been sleeping well. Even now her arm is extended toward my side of the bed, reaching for me in a way that lets me know I’m doing the right thing here... even if I don’t fully know what that is.
So far I’ve been winging everything and hoping for the best outcome, and so far I’ve fucked up every time. I just have to hope this time is different. Too many people have come and gone from her life and I refuse to be one of them.
Once my teeth are brushed, I look around at her room for something to do and clock a box from Ikea that’s already collecting a little dust. My guess is she ordered this corner bookcase a few weeks ago and hasn’t had the energy to put it together since I broke her heart, but I’m home now, and this is something I can do without her needing to ask.
What I don’t mean to do is make a mess though. The second I open the box and try to reach around for the instructions, the bottom caves and the bags of screws and fake wood fall over her floor with a loud crash that wakes her up. Oops.
“Morning.”
“Osiris,” she grumbles. “It’s six am. What the hell are you doing?”
I wave a hand at the box. “Putting this shelf together for you. I think it’s gonna look good in our room.”
Yes I said “our” on purpose. Don’t deny it.
“Okay.” She swings her legs out of bed and leaves the room without even looking at me, and that isn’t at all the reaction I wanted, but I let her get cleaned up while I go start her coffee and then go back to my task.
I probably should have poured this out in the living room so I can be near her while she works. Yeah, I fucked up, so I slowly start taking over all the parts so she doesn’t think she can escape me.
Her shoulder is damn cold this morning, though. She doesn’t say a word to me as she sips her coffee and clicks away on her computer until I start cussing at the stupid bookshelf, and even then, all she says is “What the fuck is that?!”
“Why do they even give you these bitch ass little tools? Do you have a real screwdriver somewhere?”
I glance over at her and hope to find some normalcy here, but she’s staring at my neck, not the bookshelf.
“Is that my name? Did you get my name tattooed on you?”
About fucking time.
Grinning, I set the tools down and turn to face her better, head tilting so she can see it clearly. “Of course I did. I told you I’d show you devotion. I got this the day I got to Idaho, because I knew you were still mine.”
Her face goes from beautiful blushing red to ghost white, then she mutters, “Well, you spelled it wrong.”
“Shut the fuck up.” My smile fades almost instantly as I try to think of all the ways you spell Sienna, and then calm. “If I did then you did too. That wasn’t funny.”
She smirks just a little, spinning in her chair to pretend to work. “Gotcha, bitch.”
“Bitch?” I repeat with a chuckle that sounds more shocked than anything, and then I’m on my feet and closing the distance between us. Gripping her throat from behind has me instantly hardening, but I have no intentions on giving her this cock yet. She’ll be begging for it by tonight. “Did I fuck you like a bitch would last night?”
“Sorry, can’t hear you,” she whispers. “Say it in Spanish.”
So I do. Seamlessly to show her it was my first language even if it’s been a while since I spoke it, and then I catch her in a heated kiss the second she gasps.
“I didn’t actually expect you to do it.”
I bite the fuck out of her cheek because I can, and then walk back to my pile of bookcase. “I didn’t expect you to get turned on. Guess we were both caught by surprise, huh?”
She mumbles something under her breath I can’t quite make out, but I see the way she squirms and crosses her legs.
Got her.
I leave her alone for about twenty minutes before I get hungry, then raid her fridge, laughing quietly when I hear her release a long exasperated breath at the noise I’m making. “What was that, beautiful? You hungry?”
“Just saying a silent farewell to all my food... again,” she argues. “They should do a case study on you and how much you eat.”
“Or they should do one on you who rarely eats and survives on coffee and the occasional Monster. Maybe they can figure out why you get headaches.”
I walk back over with a bag of her chips and lean against her desk as I crunch. She side-eyes me, but goes back to typing gibberish on her keyboard like she’s actually working. Jokes on her, I’ve seen what she does — she’s not even in the right program right now.
“I’m thinking grilled cheese sandwiches. You want one?”
I hold out a chip and rub it on her bottom lip until she swats me away and goes right back to ignoring my existence. But I can tell she’s hungry, and not only that, I actually have her full attention despite what she wants it to look like. Game on.
“Did you get a new job?”
“No.”
“Huh. And how’s that bitch Nicole doing? She still giving you shit?”
I lean in to stare at her screen and crunch on another chip near her ear just to mess with her.
“No,” she deadpans. “I fired her.”
That gets my attention. “No shit?” I can’t help but laugh because I knew she hated her, and I see pride written on her face. It’s gorgeous. “Good. Fuck her.”
“She pissed me off for the last time. I hate firing people because I know how hard it is to survive these days, but maybe don’t be a bitch and don’t suck at your job. It’s not hard.”
“That’s fair. So when did you guys start working with this program?”
Freezing, she slowly looks over to meet my eyes. “Go away.”
“Alright fine, no grilled cheese. I’ll surprise you.” I don’t know why, but I think I love the look in her eyes when she’s pretending to be annoyed with me. “But you should probably go to the right program so you don’t get fired too.”
“I took the day off,” she half-yells. “Last night before we went to sleep, I called off because I hoped you’d leave and I’d be able to take care of myself after last night. But you didn’t leave and you’re not leaving and you’re still not explaining a fucking thing, so fine. I’ll leave.”
She’s up and halfway to her bedroom before I can even blink out of my shock, but I’m right behind her by the time she reaches it. Okay, maybe she wasn’t pretending. “What do you mean take care of yourself?”
Silence as she tries to shut the door in my face and I push it back open, silence as she starts packing her shit. I recognize the signs now that she’s about to lose her shit — flushed face, lips parted, jerky movements.
What the fuck do I do?
“Sienna, calm down.”
Nope. Absolutely not the right thing to say.
She sticks both middle fingers up at me with a sarcastic smile, then slings her half-full bag over her shoulder. “I’m going to Lydia’s. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
“Okay, and should I have dinner ready?”
Meaning: come the fuck home tonight.
“I’ll let you know.”
That’s it, that’s all she says as she walks out and leaves me alone in our house.
The urge to rush out there and drag her back in is strong enough to have me walking all the way to the porch, but I manage to stop myself before I make a fool out of both of us.
I’m pretty sure everyone hears the chirp of her tires as she drives away, and after an awkward wave at the Winchesters I duck back inside and try to finish that stupid bookshelf.
It takes hours with multiple food breaks, and a midway workout session for me to figure it out, and when I do all I feel is restlessness.
Why the fuck did she leave? I was being nice, we could have been having a really good day, and yet she still has all of her walls up. I don’t know what it’s going to take to get her to let me in again, but I do know us being apart isn’t it. We need to work through this, not run from it, and I’ll do whatever the hell it takes to prove that.
I’m going to get my girl, I just have to hope Lydia keeps at least one of her windows unlocked for me to show Sienna how serious I am. I refuse to leave there without her.