Till Deceived Do We Part

Everything was pink or blue in here, obviously trying to appeal to both sexes. There were couches, extravagant seats and even floating beds. Who needed a bed in a waiting room? Never mind, I don’t think I wanted the answer to that question.

I could sense someone behind me, and I felt it when a hand came on my shoulder. It was Dane, of course, but I was on edge. Every glance, every shadow, had me wishing I had my gun. Or at least a knife. Right now, all I had were my fists... well, fist, I was supposed to be resting my injured arm. And of course, it had to be my right. We were trained for both, and I could fire almost as well with my left... but I still felt more comfortable with my right. And I would rather be able to use both, not one.

“This place is...”

“Big?” I finished for him, he gave a gentle kiss on my neck, already causing my stress to slip away.

“I was going to say colourful. But big works.” I leant farther back into him and he wrapped both arms around me. I loved the feel of his chest against my back, and his arms around me. I loved being in his arm, and I loved the fact that in his arms, I felt secure. As if it was a bullet proof vest. He kissed my neck again before stepping back. He grabbed my arm and led me to one of the couches. One of the pink ones, I might add, but I let him.

It would have been comfortable... if it wasn’t covered in fuzz that made your hair staticky, and if it didn’t sink in... sure, it was comfortable, but it made you in an weird position, and with a towel on, it wasn’t a very good thing. Dane didn’t seem to mind though, which I could tell by as he put his hand on my now almost all exposed thigh. I shot him a small glare, nothing too scary. He smiled at this, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

His hand removed itself from my leg and wrapped around my shoulder. I lent my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes, exhaustion swirling through me. Who needed a spa? This was relaxing enough, and the fact he began to stroke my hair was an added bonus. A very appreciated bonus.

“You need to get some sleep.” He murmured, his head next to my ear. I could feel his lips on my neck, kissing, sucking and many times just brushing. I had never endured anything like it, but I liked it. So as I said, who needs a spa? My breathing was very shallow as he continued, and I couldn’t stop the knots and butterflies in my stomach. This was just...

“Your treatments are ready.” My eyes opened and Dane’s lip stopped. He stood up, looking like he regretted doing so. I certainly regretted him doing it. His hand gripped mine, pulling me up. I didn’t hesitate as he wrapped his arm around me and I leant my body against his. It just felt... right.

The lady, who looked almost identical to the other lady, led us to a brown door. A brown door in a pink and blue room... classy. Not. My guess it was some sort of mud room. I may not have ever attended a spa personally, but I have done a few hits in some. I knew what they held, which was part of the reason I didn’t want to be here.

The lady opened the door and stepped aside. Dane led me in, helping me over a small step. Though I could have done it myself, I allowed him to help me... any excuse to have his arms around me. He said thanks to the woman and she closed the door. We both looked around, and it was as I thought; a mud room.

Two men and two women stepped out. The men were just wearing swimming shorts, the women bathing suits. Both men had short hair cuts, dark brown hair, a fairly decent build and blue eyes. Both women had blonde hair pulled up in a pony tail, too small bathing suits, and green eyes. One thing they held in common was the mud... each had streaks across their body, their hands covered. They also all wore smiles.

A male stepped up to me, grabbing my gently, smiling the whole time, and began to pull me away. I shot Dane a look, it was all I could do not to kill the man who was touching me. The man who wasn’t Dane. He gave me an encouraging smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Hmm, guess he didn’t like other men touching me. Truth be told, I wasn’t too fond of it either. And when one of the women reached for Dane, I had to use all my will not to pummel her with my fists.

I allowed the man to drag me to one of the mud baths. There were five in a row. Shortly after, Dane and the woman reached the one beside me. The other man and women who hadn’t helped us over, each came back carrying pull up walls. The men set one around the corner of my mud bath, and the women set up one around the edge of Dane’s mud bath.

“Leave your towels up here and get into the bath. We’ll come back in a minute or so to grab the walls and begin the facial treatment.” Facial treatment? Before I could say anything, they left, and I was left standing there, hidden behind a half wall. I wanted to storm up to them and hit them, just because I could, just because it would help... but I didn’t.

I only stripped when I heard Dane doing so, and when I realized that they would come back soon, and I didn’t want to be caught standing there naked. So I peeled off the towel and stepped in the mud. It was... warm. I hated mud. I hated sliding around in it, and warm mud was no different. It felt goopy and dirty, but I slipped down so my breasts were covered. Not shortly after, the walls were removed. A cart was wheeled over to myself and Dane. Dane turned to look at me, his chest sticking part way out of the mud.

“Smile Dray, and relax.” I didn’t say anything, but I did move closer to the side. I rested my bandaged arm on the side, trying not to get mud on it. The one man, the one who had pulled me over, glanced at it.

“How’d you hurt yourself, hon?” Hon? Hon?! I took a few deep breaths, trying to not lose it. No one called me hon. I hated it, I loathed it. But this man hadn’t done anything morally wrong, that I knew about, and I didn’t want to lose it in front of Dane. Once sure that if I opened my mouth I wouldn’t spill out curses, I spoke, not after glancing at Dane. He gave me a weary look which I deciphered as tell them what you want.

“Car accident.” The man winced.

“Poor thing. Don’t worry now, just sit back and relax.”

I tried to stay still. I tried to not smile like the man asked, but I couldn’t help it. I could see the small cracks appearing on Dane’s face too, as he struggled. I could see his chest shaking as he tried to hold it in. But we both failed, we already knew that.

We were still in the mud baths... with green goop all over our faces. We were told it would clean our pores, release breathtaking energy and cool our emotions. It did tingle... but it also felt weird cracking as my lips began to twitch upwards. Dane already had a few cracks, and he was trying hard not to add onto it. Needless to say, we both didn’t last much longer.

I was the first to laugh, and he followed not a second later. We both heard the humph from the staff, but we both ignored them. It was just too funny. Imagine seeing a man who has a high ego, and a really built chest, covered in mud waist deep, and having green facial goop all over his face. It was hilarious, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It took quite a while before all that was left were a few random giggles.

“I suppose seeing you like that is worth it.” I said with a smile, not caring anymore about the stuff on my face. He gave me a huge smile, his teeth sparkling.

“I was thinking the same thing.” He said, his eyes landing on my breasts... which were barely below the surface. I shot him a small glare and sunk further down, earning a larger smile from him. Regardless of the mud cracking on some places of my body, and the green stuff on my face itching, I felt happy. The spa was relaxing me, but I think it was more the fact of being with Dane than anything, and I was alright with that. I just wished I wouldn’t have to go home.

I couldn’t help but notice the speed of which Dane was driving. On the way to the spa, he was speeding quite a lot... now, not so much. He was going slower, even more so once we got closer to where my car was parked. Was he not wanting to say goodnight, either? Glad to know I wasn’t the only one.

After the mud bath, we both got massages... many different types. After that, we both said that was enough and left. I was thankful that none of my stuff had been touched, and thankful to wash all the oils and junk they had layered my skin with. Dane was just happy to get the cucumbers off his eyes.

Dane pulled up into the parking lot, slowly putting it into park. I didn’t want to leave, I wanted to spend the night under the stars again with him, but I wasn’t delusional enough to believe I could get away with it, again. Dane turned to me, his eyes meeting mine.

“You up to doing something tomorrow?” Yes. But I couldn’t. This was already too much, I was lucky I hadn’t been caught. Plus with my hit, it was even more dangerous.

“I don’t think I can.” His smile faltered, my heart tripping with it.

“You sure there isn’t anything I can do? Ask around, maybe?” I shook my head, that was the last thing I needed. If the men who worked for Dalton and Lincoln heard Dane asking around for Zane, they would most likely assume he was with us, and that wouldn’t end well.

“Thanks Dane, but no. I’ll call until I can get out.” He nodded and grabbed my face, pulling me close to him, not yet kissing me. Even so, my heart was beating faster and my lips were aching to meet his.

“You better.” He breathed, his lips coming closer, yet not quite touching. He was teasing me. Making me squirm for ditching him. So not far. My hands wrapped around him, but he still made no move to connect our lips. His eyes were staring into mine, and I almost felt like I was drowning. There were so many emotions, so many things to see. I wanted to drink it all in, to experience it all. I wanted to say screw it and just go with Dane, to ditch Jake, but I couldn’t. Zane’s life depended on it, and just thinking of that made me feel guilt for being on a date at a time like this. “Remember, you can always ditch.” I smiled slightly, still waiting for his lips. “So, I guess this is goodnight.” He inched closer. I held my breath, waiting, but it still didn’t come. “I was always taught as a boy how to say goodnight to a girl,” his voice was husky, only making me want his lips all the more. Yet he still didn’t press them. I would have gladly caught his, if he hadn’t been holding me steady. “I was told, you get really close, lean in... and give them a goodnight hand shake.” What? A small chuckle escaped his lips, bringing them even closer. “Kidding.”

His lips meant mine, pressing roughly. His one hand wound around my body, pulling me hard against his body. His other hand tangled in my hair, causing a gasp to escape. I wrapped my hands tighter around him, pulling myself even closer. The intensity of the kiss was blowing my mind away. It was filled with so many emotions. Passion, need, want, and so many more. I couldn’t comprehend it all, and I tried not to. If I did, I was surely going to be left with my mouth agape, and currently, I wanted it for another task. His lips weren’t gentle, they weren’t caring... and I loved it. His tongue explored my mouth and I could feel myself wanting more, needing more...

He was the one to break the kiss, pulling back breathing deeply. I was sure I mirrored his actions, my chest rising and falling. I could feel my lips already beginning to swell. I met his eyes again, and I felt myself falling. Falling deeply. This wasn’t right. I didn’t feel like this, I didn’t act like this. Why was I? I tried to ignore the thought running through my head, for surely I couldn’t be, but was it possible to be in love already? Or was it merely infatuation?