Her Savior

She was deep into his embrace, she was taking in his warmth when she was back feeling her parched throat from when she woke up earlier.

“Ian… I was going to the kitchen for some water. What time is it? … did you just get back?” she was tilting her head to face him. His expression was unreadable, but there was wary, and a look of pity that she had recognized all too well.

“I’ll get it, and I’ll bring your dinner here. It’s almost seven, I was back since six. Rose said you’ve been sleeping the whole afternoon.”

“Okay.”

“Blair…”

Backing away from him, she was sitting and resting her back on the headboard. Her fingers were fiddling with the end of her t-shirt, trying to get her mind off of him.

But he was not letting her be alone with her thoughts, as he put her strands of hair to the back of her ear and lower himself to peck her cheek.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it. I’ll be right back. Then we can talk it out.”

It wasn’t long before he was back with her water and their dinner. He set the small folding table onto her lap carefully, then put his tray on his lap.

“So, you’re Jane again?” he started to open the conversation.

“Oh… this is good noodle soup. Did Rose make this?”

She was digging into her bowl, obviously ignoring his question.

“Yes she did, I’m glad you like it. She’s a great cook. Anyway Rose was worried about your bruises.”

“Yeah, she’s nice. Too formal for my taste, but I like her. I like talking to her.”

She was enjoying her meal and the conversation with Ian. It has been forever since she has a nice friendly conversation with anyone.

After she married Benjamin, he had kept her distanced from her friends. And Benjamin was not talkative with her, his hands do more of the talking for him.

“She’s to clean my house every couple of days a week. She was assigned by my mother, the talking was all hers.”

“Oh… so you’re one of those momma’s boys?” she couldn’t help herself not to tease him.

He was swallowing his dinner then washing it down with some water before he replied to her question which was supposed to mock him. But he was serious when he started telling her about his past.

“The Taylor’s adopted me when I was six, I was in the system and was surviving in an orphanage when my birth mother was beaten to death by my biological father. They can be a bit strict, but they’re the best thing that happened to me and I’ll forever be grateful to them.”

It was the first time he had ever been that open to someone. He wondered to himself why, yet he continued eating his dinner trying hard not to be affected when she put her hand over his. As if she was trying to comfort him.

She was stunned and almost choked on her chicken noodle when he told his past about his mother being abused and being one of the victims.

Her mind was quick to think that might explain the why, in his behavior. But he was still a cop, a detective, he might even be a homicide detective. He surely had known that she was abused, hence why he was taking her in.

He would probably think that she was running away. He wouldn’t think that she had killed her husband, shoot him in the head like a cold-blooded killer.

The brief thought made her shiver, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Come on, finish your dinner and I’ll set your bath and redress your foot.”

The idea of getting a bath, all the fuss, all the hurt that she was going to endure made her forget about her thoughts of Benjamin just seconds ago.

“Ian… I didn’t go anywhere, I didn’t sweat, why do I have to take a bath?”

She was whining, making him chuckle seeing her act like a five-year-old.

“And there’s the real Blair… welcome…” he moves in closer to her and kissed her cheek, just inches to her lips, just as she was about to take a slurp at her noddles.

“Are you trying to steal my noodles now?”

She was playing with him, she was feeling comfortable enough to toy with him.

“Nope, already did that when I was prepping your dinner.” He said while winking sexily, raising a certain kind of feel and warming her insides, a lot warmer than the noodle soup that he had brought her.

“Okay now try this…” he was back from the kitchen with a tray of tropical fruit for their dessert. He was feeding her a cube of mango dipped in plain yogurt. Their dinner was done, and they continued to enjoy their dessert time.

She was moaning in seconds, and it was making him stretch his pants uncomfortably.

Damn… maybe I should just leave her to enjoy her dessert alone.

His mind was still trying to control his urges when her plump lips were smiling at him and she was asking him for more.

Fuck. I really need to get laid.

It has been weeks maybe even months since the last time he had sex. He couldn’t even remember, he was always too busy with his job. He would masturbate to porn several times a week, and that seemed to suffice and calm him down until his next sexual urges.  

But since she was staying under his roof, he has been jerking off every time he hit the shower.

“The pineapple…”

She was pointing at him and he was feeding her again. He clenched his jaw when the pineapple burst inside her mouth and the juice dripped from the side of the lips when she let out a small laugh. And that was when he finally put his hand on her neck and latched his mouth to hers.

“I’m … sorry, your taste so good Blair…” their kiss became heavy in seconds. He was about to back down when she whispered out her words.

“… more… Ian… please…” her plea was making him even harder. He had never wanted someone so bad before.

Dude, calm down. She’s still hurt. Physically and mentally… you need to slow down…

“We need to slow down…” he finally ended their kiss, while she blushed, ashamed that she actually begged him to kiss her. And he was noticing her, as he analyzed her little movements and gestures.

“Blair… finish your dessert, I’ll go set up your bath.”

She was biting her lip still feeling the embarrassment from her plea. But he made her blush to another shade of color when he whispered that he was hard as a rock and he needs to calm down.

He was back from the bathroom looking incredibly hot with only his work pants, his hand was holding onto his wet work shirt. He was gone earlier saying that he was too hard for her, and they both needed a breather. But she was not expecting him to be half-dressed, looking like sex on a stick with well-defined pecs and abs and v trails she would only see on Instagram.

Bruised and battered Blair! concentrate on your pain Blair! you don’t have time for him Blair!

“Okay, water is done. Sorry about this, have an accident with the hot bathwater.” He stated while she was still looking at him, her mouth gaping adorably cute.

He was pleased when he looked at her as she was checking him out. But he didn’t give her much time to think when he swiftly picks her up and carries her to the bathroom counter where he seated her and started to help her with her clothes.

“Ian…” she was stubbornly holding on to her shirt.

“Blair…” he was slowly pulling off her t-shirt.

“I’m embarrassed…” she was biting her lip, as she was down to her bra.

“Why? you looked beautiful…” though he was cursing on the inside when he looked at her bruises. Her front and her back were decorated with purple and greenish shades of bruise colors. His eyes were analyzing her back through the bathroom mirror, and he was looking at the positions of the bruises and was amazed that she waited until that many beatings until she finally left her abuser.

“Ian…” she looked up at him, knowing that he was looking at her bruises. And her shyness turned to sadness in seconds.

Her mind was regretting that he was seeing her bruises, that he wouldn’t want her now. She was tearing herself on the inside, and couldn’t help herself when she started crying.

“I’m ugly Ian… please just leave me, I can manage from here…”