Partners

Partners
Viva la Viveca

Disclaimer : I disclaim disclaimy things… again…

Chapter V :: Good Enough

The next twenty-four hours were both Heaven and Hell. For one thing, I knew both Lucia and I wanted each other now, so it made my daydreams seem less inappropriate. There was still the fact that I pretty much belonged to someone else. I wasn’t going to just ditch Elie for the person everyone thought I wanted to kill the most.

I was heading to the Sociology classroom in order to turn in our surveys. I was hoping to start on the next part of the project ASAP, mostly so I could see Lucia again. I had a ton of questions that I was just dying to ask him.

I stopped with the door open about an inch, startled into a frozen state by the moaning and gasping that was coming from within. I peeked thought the crack, against my better judgment, when I recognized Elie’s voice saying: “Gods, you’re so good at this. Haru’s such a pussy that he freaks out when I even mention having sex!” Sieg chuckled, almost cruelly.

My head began to buzz as I watched Sieg and Elie kiss, her bare legs wrapped tightly around his hips. It took me a minute to realize what they were doing. I didn’t even notice that I had the surveys crunched up and crinkled in my hands, and it didn’t even register when they fell to the floor. The blood was pounding in my ears as I watched Sieg thrust in and out of my girlfriend… No… She had no right to be called that anymore…

I didn’t know why I felt so hurt. Wasn’t this what I wanted; to be free of her so I could do things with Lucia without feeling guilty? In a way, yes I did want this. Just not in this fashion.

Tears began to blur my vision as I ran away from the scene. The fact I nearly killed someone when I threw open the door that lead me outside didn’t matter. I had been betrayed, and in one of the worst ways possible. The thought that I wasn’t good enough for Elie burned my insides.

I hadn’t worn a jacket that day, despite the forty-degree weather, and the drizzle that had been annoying us all day turned into a pouring rain that seemed to describe the way I was feeling. I had no idea where I was heading and I was beginning to feel chilled. I realized I had lost my sense of time as I finally slowed to a walk.

It took me a minute to realize someone was calling out my name. “Hey, Haru! Haru! Haru?” I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning me around to face the source of the voice. I could barely hear it through the garbled mess that my thoughts and feelings were. Lucia shook me a bit. “Hey, what the hell are you doing out here? It’s fucking cold, and raining to boot. You’re going to catch pneumonia!”

I looked at him confusedly, then down at my feet, choosing not to reply in case my voice gave away that I was crying. He sighed. “You’re not going to tell me what happened, are you?” his tone was patient as he began leading me to his car. I realized that, minus the rain and the misery I was feeling, it was almost like a repeat of Tuesday. I looked up at him sadly. “I wasn’t good enough for her…” I said the first thing that came to my mind.

He whipped me around so we were nearly face-to-face. There was a fire in his eyes that scared me and comforted me all at once; I knew I could tell him everything, and I sincerely wanted to. “Who are you not good enough for?” he asked in an angry and demanding voice. “Elie? She’s a stupid slut! It’s not you who’s not good enough for her; she doesn’t even come close to deserving you!”

All of the sudden I was wrapped in his arms, crying my eyes out and not even caring who saw or heard. He rubbed my back, ‘shhing’ and comforting me as best as he could. He buried his face in my hair. “You deserve so much better, Haru…”

I nodded, my face buried in his chest. The cold was starting to sink in, and I couldn’t manage to stifle my shivering. He pulled me away, opening the door to his car. “Come on, we should get you home before you get sick…” He said, forcing me into the seat. I protested, not wanting to ruin the pretty leather seats. The look he gave me put a halt to any argument I might have had.

He didn’t even have to ask for any directions, which I was glad for; I wasn’t even sure of my surroundings. I was hyper-aware of him though. Every move he made, every breath he took, I could almost feel them even though I wasn’t looking at him. Even when his hands shifted on the steering wheel, I knew.

Finally, just as I thought I would explode under the tension of having him so close to me, he parked on the road in front of my building. I turned to thank him, but he was already walking to the other side of the car. I got out, looking up at him. “I can get upstairs to my own apartment,” I told him, cocking my head to the side. Honestly, I thought it would be nice to have him with me. I didn’t want to be alone.

“I know… I just want to make sure you’re fine,” he said, leading me up the stairs to the apartment. I felt like a little child who had gotten lost on a field trip and was being taken back to his parents. There was just one minor difference; no parents. Lucia offered to make me something hot while I dried off and changed. As much as I hated the stuff, I pulled out the green tea that my sister insisted I always had in stock for when she came over. She was into the healthy stuff like that, but I liked things with flavor, mostly Coke.

I threw on a ratty t-shirt that was two sizes too big and some pajama pants I hadn’t bothered wearing since Catt had bought them for me two Christmases before. They were warm though, and I was thankful for the so-called ‘useless present’. I made a mental note to thank her for them again, and to make sure to buy a new box of green tea.

Lucia was standing in the kitchen when I walked out holding a towel in my hand. “Here, I don’t have any clothes that would probably fit you, but at least you can dry off a little,” I smiled for the first time that night as he traded the towel for a warm cup of tea. While I sipped from the chipped green mug that had once been my mother’s, I watched him dry his hair. I imagined how fun it would have been had we just gotten out of the shower instead of out of the rain.

He grinned at me suddenly. “You’re still staring…” he teased, making a reference to something he had said on Monday. It seemed like it had been weeks, not days, since then. So much had changed in those five days.

“Sorry,” I grinned back at him, shivering a little. I couldn’t get rid of my chill. Lucia took off the leather jacket I hadn’t noticed he was wearing. Only his dark blue jeans had gotten any real water damage, and it was barely noticeable. I wondered if he was cold, but figured he’d mention it if he was.

Then, for a second time in less than forty-five minutes, I found myself engulfed in his strong arms again. He was warm, much warmer than I was, and I snuggled closer to him. “You’re cold,” he whispered idly into my hair, pulling back to get a good look at me.

I blushed, staring deep into his golden orbs. “You’re doing a decent job of warming me up,” I replied, watching his eyes begin to smolder with some unspoken desire.

“I can do better than this…”

His lips met mine urgently. I pressed up against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He nibbled on my bottom lip, willing me to open my mouth, which I did without hesitation. I trusted him with my entire being. A startled yelp escaped my throat as he suddenly lifted me up bridal-style and carried me back to my bedroom. He laid me on the bed, once again devouring my mouth. I tugged on his shirt, trying to get it off with one hand. He grinned, sitting up and tossing it on the floor. I took the brief interlude to shed my own shirt. Suddenly his mouth was placing butterfly kisses down my chest.

I moaned when his mouth covered one of my nipples, sucking on it carefully until it was hard, then moving onto the next one. He seemed to know what he was doing better than I did, but I wouldn’t make any complaints about it.

I buried my right hand in his hair. “Lucia…” I managed to gasp out, tugging his hair softly to get his attention. He looked up at me, concerned that he was doing something wrong. I tugged at the waistband of his wet jeans. The water was being absorbed into my flannel pants, which wasn’t exactly comfortable nor warm. Not that wearing pants was the most comfortable thing in the world at the moment, if you know what I mean.

He gave me a mischievous look that had me wanting to squirm, making his way down to where he had been before. I giggled, yes, literally giggled, when he dipped his tongue into my navel. That just prompted him to repeat the action, he being the cruel man he was. This quickly turned into a mini tickle-fest that ended with us moaning and grinding against each other like two nymphomaniacs.

He lifted my hips up and discarded my pants with one hand. I watched him remove his own with lust-filled eyes. I later observed that I never figured Lucia to be the type to wear any sort of underwear, but at the time all I could do was take in the sight of his naked body. Especially certain parts… that happened to be much larger than I had imagined. I could feel my face turn red as he crawled over me, hooking his finger over the waist band of my boxers and watching me with curious eyes. I nodded, and he removed my boxers, taking in the sight of my arousal.

“Ah…” if he hadn’t been holding my hips down with both hands I would have arched my back when he took my entire length in his mouth. My eyes were wide, watching his head bob up and down. I squirmed slightly, tension building up in my stomach and threatening to burst forth at any moment. “L-Lucia…”

He crawled up, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. He knew what I wanted by how I said his name, and even though I knew it, I said the words out loud, just to make them final. “T-take me… please…” I begged, my lips ghosting over his earlobe. He nodded, nuzzling my neck. I reached over to the nightstand to grab the bottle lube out of the drawer that I had kept hidden there for a while, just in case. He took it from my hand and kissed my lips, trying to distract me from him coating his fingers with it. I accidentally bit his tongue when I felt him push a finger in my hole, though he didn’t seem to notice as much as I did. “Mph!”

A second finger went in, stretching me. Then a third. My eyes began to water, though he kissed away the tears the very moment he noticed them. “This will only hurt for a little while, love… you’ll get used to it,” he murmured, positioning himself in front of my entrance. I looked at him in slight horror, even though this was what I wanted more than anything else. How the hell was that supposed to fit in there?! I clung to his neck while he wrapped one of my legs over his hip. He nuzzled my neck and cheek, whispering soothing words to me as he slowly thrust into me.

For the first five seconds, though it felt like five hours, all I could feel was white-hot pain coursing through my body. Something was entering it that wasn’t supposed to be there, and it was trying to tell me so. Lucia didn’t move even the slightest muscle, giving me time to calm down and get used to him. Once I had calmed down enough so that I wasn’t shaking as much, he pulled out of me slightly before thrusting back in. “Ahhhh… ahh… ahh…” my screams quickly turned into moans as he set a decent pace and began to distract me with other things. I felt his hand twisting and playing with one of my nipples and his teeth were grazing a sensitive part on my throat. I wrapped my other leg around him, giving him better access.

“See, it’s not so bad,” he whispered in my ear suddenly, though the words were drowned out by my pleasure as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside me. My eyes rolled back into my head as he hit it again and again. Suddenly his hand was stroking my manhood at the same pace as his thrusting, which had increased greatly by now. I completely lost myself to all of my senses, concentrating on the lips on my throat, his hand on my cock and the part of him that was buried so deeply inside me.

“Oh… gods… Lucia,” I whispered breathlessly, heat gathering down near my groin. He chuckled, moving a little faster and gripping my hip with the hand that had just been playing with my hair. “Oh.. Gods… Lucia… I’m-”

My words were cut off completely by his lips, and I let out a silent scream of bliss when I came all over our stomachs and his hand. Another thrust or two and Lucia’s body tensed above mine, a look of complete and utter pleasure on his face. He rolled over so he didn’t crush me or anything, and we both lay on our sides for a few minutes, my legs still wrapped around him tightly. I buried my face in his shoulder. “That was… amazing…” I whispered when I felt our synchronized breathing slow down a bit. I knew how lame it sounded, but there were no real words to describe what we had just done.

He chuckled, nuzzling the top of my head. “I was aiming for ‘mind-blowing’, but I guess that amazing is acceptable enough…” he said, looking at me with complete and utter devotion and love in his eyes. Of course, at the time I figured it was just the afterglow. He sighed softly. “You don’t need her… you never did…”

“I know… I know that now,” I replied happily, my mind starting to drift into Dreamland. I was tired after all the running and crying, and then the amazing sex.

“No matter what happens, or what anyone says,” he said firmly, tilting my face to look at his. “You’ll always be good enough for me. Too good, even.”

I didn’t try to protest, I was too sleepy to even try to think up logical words. He kissed the tip of my nose and then moved so he could wrap the blankets around us. In my mind, I wasn’t good enough for him… How could a lowly little bisexual nineteen-year-old like me compare to the God that Lucia surely was?


A.N. ^_^; Well that’s one way to warm up I guess!! I didn’t make the Elie/Sieg scene as long as I originally planned, because I don’t think they deserve face time… and the way I originally had it written put more of a focus on them and not enough focus on Lucia and Haru, which was the main point.