CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
SCARLETT
We’ve just seen off the group, and the house suddenly feels so silent. Though, maybe that’s not such a bad thing to get Levi ready to head back home, but we’ll miss them, nonetheless.
Hearing Levi moving about in the kitchen, I follow the sound, ready to figure out some kind of routine for the rest of our trip.
I find Levi cleaning the kitchen from breakfast this morning when he hears me enter, glancing up to meet my eyes for a second before going back to what he was doing.
I move toward him, wrapping my arms around his waist which makes him spin to face me. I tilt my head back to look up at him, my chin resting on his chest. “We finally have the house to ourselves.”
Levi’s lips pull up into a small smirk. “Finally.” He repeats, before leaning down to press a gentle kiss on my forehead, making my heart skip a beat.
I clear my throat before checking the time. “Let’s have a session in… Say, fifteen minutes?”
He contemplates a moment before nodding, the corner of his lip lifting slightly. “Sure, Scar.”
“I’ll meet you there.” I smile before rushing off to get through the shower.
As I step away, I feel a dull ache in my lower abdomen. Fuck.
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LEVI
Scarlett’s late.
She’s never late when it comes to Pilates.
The house is quiet as I pad across the hall to Scarlett’s room before knocking.
I hear a faint “Come in.” before I push the door open to see Scarlett curled up in bed.
Keeping my footsteps light, I walk over to sit on the edge of her bed, brushing her hair out of her face. She shifts slightly, groaning softly at the movement.
“Hey,” I murmur, stroking her hair. “What’s wrong, baby?”
I lean down to press a soft kiss to her temple.
She hesitates, then speaks softly. “I got my period.”
My eyebrows draw together. “Is it bad?”
“Pretty bad.” Her voice is quiet as she curls tighter around herself as another obvious cramp runs through her.
“Okay, Scar.” I cup her jaw, turning her to look at me. “Stay here. Don’t move.”
I feel her eyes watching me as I leave the room, moving down the hallway toward the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water, a heating pad, some pain medication and chocolate, I make my way back upstairs.
I climb into bed, placing the items on her nightstand before I scoop her up into my arms, holding her to my chest.
Glancing at the stuff I brought, her lips curl up into a small smile. “What’s all this?”
I feel my cheeks starting to heat and I glance anywhere but her. “Just wanted to have all our bases covered so I can just take care of you.”
She’s quiet, making me look down only to see glassy eyes making me sigh. “You–You don’t have to, you know?”
“I know I didn’t, Scar. But I want to.” I rest my chin on top of her head, brushing my fingers through her hair. “You’ve spent weeks taking care of me, so now let me repay the favour.”
“Thank you.” She murmurs, nuzzling into me and trying to get even closer. I take a deep breath, wanting to stay in this moment, this close to her for as long as I can.
“Did you want to watch a movie?”
She nods, pointing to her laptop. Opening it, I flick through her saved movies, selecting a random romance one that I know she’ll love before setting it to the side.
I manoeuvre us so that I’m sitting up against the headboard, and Scarlett is between my legs, back resting against my chest. Taking the heating bag, I place it on her stomach before reaching for the chocolate, water and pills before handing them to her.
Swallowing a couple of pills, she melts into my chest, turning to nuzzle her face into me, getting comfortable. “I might be a bit grumpy today.”
“You mean more than usual?” I joke with a soft smile on my face, watching as her head snaps around, her eyes having that usual fire in them.
She softens after seeing that I’m kidding and relaxes again before narrowing her eyes at me. “How are you so good at this?”
I shrug nonchalantly. “I have a sister. She always had some really bad ones growing up.”
A small smile pulls at Scarlett’s lips as we settle, watching the film as I start to play with her hair. Scarlett gradually gets sleepier, knocking out cold fairly quickly. And I’m not that far behind her.
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I stir after hearing a soft groan in the distance. I slowly open my eyes upon hearing another to see Scarlett curled up on top of me, face scrunched in pain which makes me jolt awake immediately.
“What’s wrong, Scar?” I pull her into my chest, holding her close. “What can I do?”
She shrugs, trying to get closer to me - trying to find any kind of comfort.
Winding my hand through her hair, I pull softly so that she’s looking up at me. “How about we have a shower?”
Her eyes widen as she shakes her head vigorously. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not, baby?” I try to soothe her, stroking her hair.
“Because I’m gross right now, Levi.” She says through gritted teeth.
I roll my eyes at her as I get out of bed.
“Do you trust me?” I murmur, and she nods as I scoop her up into my left arm and carry her across to her bathroom.
She lets out a nervous laugh. “What are you doing?”
“We’re having a shower. Let me take care of you, Princess.” My eyes clash with hers and she softens, finally relenting and letting me look after her. I mean, I owe her for how much she’s helped me over the past few weeks.
Grasping the hem of her top, I pull it up over her head, letting it drop to the floor. I hook my fingers into the hem of her sweatpants, dropping to my knees, I let my fingers trace the length of her legs as I drag them down, and she slowly steps out.
I slip my fingers into the band of her underwear next, flicking my eyes to meet hers, searching them for approval. She releases a shaky breath, trembling as she nods her head and I drag them down her legs before placing a soft kiss on her knee.
“I just…” She trails off, dropping her head so that her chin is almost touching her chest. “I need to…”
Pressing another gentle kiss against her navel, I look up at her through my lashes as I speak against her skin. “I’ve got you, Scar.”
I get back to my feet, reaching into the shower and turning on the water as Scarlett shuffles around a bit to get herself ready before I guide her in and quickly undress before joining her.
She shuffles so that she’s standing under the water, tilting her head back to wet her hair and I take her in.
Slim and lean, her long legs, to her toned waist. Perky breasts topped with dusky pink nipples.
My gaze slides up the length of her neck to her pink pouty lips before meeting her eyes that are already on me.
The corner of my lip turns up in a small grin before I lean down to press a light kiss on her lips before reaching for her shampoo.
Scarlett’s eyes are curious as I squeeze some onto my hand. I jut my chin at her and she moves out from under the water.
Her eyes flutter closed as I start to work the shampoo into her scalp. I keep my movements slow, and unhurried.
“Is this okay?” I keep my voice soft, and she whispers a “yeah,” as she finally lets her body fully relax, the tension melting away.
Once I’ve worked the shampoo throughout her hair, I gently move her so that she’s under the water, tilting her head back to wash out the suds. She lets out a soft sigh as I support her neck with one hand and run my fingers through her hair with the other.
I grab the bottle of conditioner, squirting some on my hand before working it through the ends of her hair. Letting it sit for a moment I grab the soap and begin to wash the rest of her, from her arms, over her breasts, down her stomach, to her legs.
Kneeling, I run my hands up over her thighs, bringing my right hand to between her legs. Glancing up at her through my lashes, I search her for any sense of hesitation and find none.
I slide one finger through her pussy, finding her already wet for me. Slipping a finger inside her, slowly pump before adding a second.
Scarlett’s mouth drops open as she collapses against the cold tiles, a shiver making its way through her. I continue to work her pussy as I grasp her knee, propping her leg up on my shoulder to open her up more.
She looks down at me through hooded eyes as a soft moan falls from her pink lips.
“Does that feel good, Princess?” I keep my voice gentle as I curl my fingers in her making her hips snap forward, a hand falling to my head, gripping my hair.
“F-fuck, Levi. Holy shit.” She gasps, chest heaving as she digs her nails into my scalp, though I barely register the slight sting it leaves behind. I’m too focused on her.
“You’re doing so good, Scar.” I praise, her eyes fluttering as her pussy starts to clamp on my fingers and I know she’s close. “Are you going to come for me baby?”
I bring my thumb to her clit, rubbing firm circles on her sensitive nub.
“Oh– Fuck. Levi. I’m coming.” She cries as her pussy tightens around my fingers, her legs shaking as I do my best to hold her up while I coax her through her orgasm.
She melts back against the tiles, a satiated smile on her face. I stand, rinsing my hands under the water as I kiss her firmly before I pull her back under the stream to wash the conditioner out of her hair.