That missing piece

Madelaine hadn’t said much to Nigel as they drove from Aston hospital to Grounds of Lily. It was around a forty-minute drive, and the awkward silences was only filled with the radio that occasionally told them that it would rain soon, and right they were as they finally got to Grounds of Lily it was coming down with giant raindrops. Madelaine green eyes watched and made a small sigh, funny how it always seemed to rain when you were feeling unhappy. The worst part of it all was, that she wasn’t as heartbroken as she thought she should be, only making her feel like a worse person by the minute.

They finally stopped and Maddie breathed out, her eyes looked at the house, at least it seemed like light was still on. She hadn’t even called or texted Oliver, what if he had company or had gone to bed? She let her fingers glide over her forehead where she had been stitched together. Big blue marks had formed around the hit. The same around her throat, from where Quentin had hold her in place while he had tried to strangle her. Her eyes glided towards Nigel that gave her a sad but encouraging smile. He leaned back and grabbed her bag and gave it to her. “Everything will turn out for the better” he said and gave her shoulder a squeeze. “Better run, it doesn’t seem like it will let up anytime soon” Madelaine made a small snort. “No - and thank you” she said and finally opened the car door. Rain quickly coated her in water as she ran up the stairs to the front door. Her hand went up to the doorbell and hovered over her. So many thoughts circulated in her head before she finally rang it. Feeling how her heart was sitting in her throat. Pounding like crazy.

Oliver sat in peace under the roof of his veranda, which lead to his terrace. He sat with a smoke and looked at the water not long from his garden. It wasn’t very light tonight, the rain only making it duller, and it didn’t help that he didn’t have any lights on outside. The door to his living room was open, where a single standing lamp lit up the sofa where there was a book about some magic he had to teach in a couple of days. It wasn’t like he didn’t know it all already, but he liked to refresh his memory every once in a while. He had no idea for how long he had been sitting there or how many smokes he had actually enjoyed out here, but eventually he felt the pull. Even though he wasn’t asleep, it woke him up. He sat up right and looked past the terrace to see if Madelaine was coming around the corner. He then looked inside his house to see if she had managed to sneak inside somehow. He got up from his chair and went inside turning on more light as he went. The closer to his front door he went, the stronger the feeling got. Was she just standing outside his front door? The doorbell rang and he immediately opened the door.
The sight he was met with made his eyebrows raise. It would be a shame to say he expected her to look like that. “Madelaine,” He was quick to wrap his arm around her, ready to support her if she was too tired to carry herself. He pulled her a little inside, so he was sure that she didn’t get any more rain on her and that she could get inside. His eyes quickly scanned the area behind her to see if there was anyone after her or something alike. The only thing he could see was a car holding by the end of his stairs. “What has happened?” he whispered still keeping his eyes on the car to make sure it wasn’t trouble waiting.

The car drove off shortly after, and as soon as Madelaine was inside, he closed the door behind them. He never took his eyes of her, and he wasn’t surprised that tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. It didn’t look like what she had experienced had been pleasurable. Her reply only made him slightly more worried. He was glad that she had made it out alive. Why was there a hunter after her? Was it one of those sick bastards who just killed to kill supernaturals? Those who only wanted the human species to live? Monsters. That was what they were.
“No, no. It’s all alright that you’re here,” he said carefully repositioned a strand of hair. Careful not to bother any of the wounds or bruises. “You can stay here as long as you want,” he replied softly, even though he knew that the longer she stayed the more difficult it would be for them not to seal the bond. “What about we arrange some clean clothing for you? I probably got something you can borrow,” he suggested pulling on a slight smile. His main focus was to make sure that she felt comfortable and secure right now.

Oliver was just about to show her the way to his closet when she grabbed his hand and said his name. He turned back around to watch her fully. Was there something wrong? His brows raised themselves a bit as she said she had made up her mind. He figured it was about the bond. Of course, she could reject him which would kill him, and she would get another mate. Even though the thought lingered, she also knew she wouldn’t do that to him. She added that she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since they met in the woods. He couldn’t draw a smile just yet, but he made sure to step just a little closer and held her hand with both of his. “Yes?” he said softly. Of course, he hadn’t been able to think about anyone else than him since the meeting. It had honestly been quite tough teaching and containing a focus without knowing what she wanted.

She stepped closer and he had to wrap his arms around her waist and on his way, he put her hand on his shoulder. The yes was more than enough to pull a smile on his full lips. His world was consumed by her presence, and it was only the two of them left. His eyes even got distracted by her tongue licking over her own lips, making her lips gloss just a bit more. His smile widened as she said she didn’t want to second guess or take chances. He felt like his whole body was made out of Jell-O.
There was no resistance as she pulled him down into a kiss. Sweet and light, but his whole body ached for more and he definitely had trouble holding back. He had held back while he had had Gemma as his unclaimed mate. But Madelaine was different. They had been together before she had been turned and before her name was on his collarbone. He already knew how she looked and felt like, but he couldn’t imagine how it would feel with the bond. “All give you all of me, if you want to give me all of you,” he whispered between their lips before he leaned in for another kiss. A kiss which wasn’t as sweet and light as the first one. It was more insisting, and he really had to hold back to not just undress her bloody clothes right then and there. His fingers even slid underneath the loose top, gently touching the golden skinned back.

He wished to give her the opportunity to reply but the pull between them was just way stronger than even he had imagined. He knew how it had been with him and a mate from another species, but something was just so much different with her. Or was it just because they had been together before?
Her soft moan was a pleasure to him to listen to. She felt more and more like something that was made for him, the way she fitted in his hands as they slid further underneath her shirt. He chuckled a little as she whispered against his lips. “Feels good?” he wondered. His hands found their way to the space between her ribs and hipbones before he slowly let his hands glide up her body to eventually take of her shirt. He didn’t know if she was hurt anywhere else, and didn’t want to bring her any pain, which was why his grip wasn’t that strong yet.

Her approval made him smile a little wider. Her skin felt soft, and a little damp and as the shirt got all the way off he could see how her body had been luckier than her throat and forehead. He had at some point wondered if the blood had been hers, but he figured she would tell him at some point if she wished to. He threw the shirt on a nearby expensive stool, not really caring if the blood smudged off.
She then pulled his shirt over his head, and he didn’t mind bending his knees a little to make it easier for her to pull it over him. It was almost happening automatic, as if it was old habits. She pulled him down into a kiss, which he made sure to make at least as passionate as hers, His hands found her hips and slid down alongside them, following the cheek of her bum all the way to the insides of her thigh. With a quick movement he lifted her up and guided her legs to swing around his waist. It took his breath away just thinking of going to either the couch or the bed, which was why he stopped for a moment, and pulled his lips from hers, “Last chance,” he whispered. If she hesitated, he would put her down, but if she approved he would walk towards his couch, to sit on it with her, remove his book and then let her lay don on the sofa.

Her fingers traveled over his neck and into his hair, her free hand traveling across his shoulders to hold herself up. Everything really created a source of electricity spreading form the center of his body and out. He didn’t resist to get pulled closer, after all, it was quite challenging to not just jump right to sealing the bond. No matter the experience, this was overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

Their eyes met as he had told her it was her last chance to back out. I want this. He let their lips meet again. But she let her lips travel over his jaw and towards his earlobe as he went to the couch and laid her down. He hovered over her, and she didn’t hesitate to pull him down to tell him that she wanted him before she kissed him.
His hands traveled underneath her bloodied shirt and for a short moment he broke the kiss to take the shirt completely of her. He put it over the back of his couch, not too far away. He leaned down to continue to kiss her His hands traced up her arms to her sides and onto her breasts. By how it was pleasurable and electroducing on his hands, he barely could believe how it must feel on her chest and when his thumbs slide over her nipples. Gently, he bit her lip and let his hands quickly pull off the open shirt and let it fall to the ground between the coffee table and the couch. “Then I’ll give you all of me,” he whispered between their lips. His hands once again found their way to her sides and traveled down to her hips to the lining of her just as bloody pants. If she had nothing to say, he would slide them of her, and toss them over the back of the sofa too before he would start kissing her left knee and work his way down her thigh.


//I forgot what I thought he was wearing, so now he was wearing what I described

Every sound she made was like a pleasurable kind of music to his ears. Humming, sighing, breathing, talking - moaning. All of it. It made him want her more and more, making him more and more excited for her. It was incredible what a loving mate touch could do to her. She was so filled with pleasure and could barely stay in herself.

And then she pulled back making him sit back up looking at her slightly confused, though the look softened as soon as she apologized. He waited for her to explain what was going on, because for some reason he believed that something was completely wrong. But as soon as she explained that she almost couldn’t speak and tried to laugh he chuckled a little, almost relieved. “I’m sorry,” he said with a light smile on his lips, “I guess it’s a little overwhelming?” he wondered. He had only known how things had felt empty without a mate and known the burning wish to be with one’s mate. It was a feeling that he felt like he had lived with for so long, and now that it was Madelaine, and they already knew each other, he definitely believed that things would be easier and that they would be quick to get together – though already from their first meeting he had noticed that she had to have time to think about everything.
Did she have second thoughts?
“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything tonight,” he tried to assure her. He wanted nothing more than to continue to touch her and bring her pleasure, but the way her clothing had been completely bloodied, he also understood if she suddenly wasn’t in the mood.

Of course, the bond was overwhelming. It was something so strong that it could kill a witch if it was broken after it had been sealed. Humans didn’t have anything like that. Maybe. That was more than enough to make Oliver pack his bond as far away as possible for now, even though it felt like it was a wild gorilla who was hammering against anything in the way for whatever it had set its mind for. It was also challenging when she let her fingers stroke his skin right after she had said such things. Gently, he took her hand to pulled it away from his chin. He didn’t need the extra caressing right now, it would only make it more difficult to respect her words. His eyes fall upon her lips as she licked them after having said it had been a long evening. He could only imagine. “It’s okay,” he tried to reassure her as she had said it messed with her head. He could only imagine. After all, her clothing had been telling him more than a thousand words, covered in blood. He smiled gently at her as she asked for a bath, “Of course,” he said pulling on a smile. Being soaked in probably both sweat, tears and blood was probably quite nice to get off the body. He crawled off the sofa, still holding her hand and pulled her up from the sofa. “Let me just show you where the things are,” he said not taking his eyes off her while he backed all the way towards his bath room.
In the bathroom he shortly demonstrated how the water worked, where to find towels and where he hid the different kinds of soap if she needed that. “Do you want to borrow some clothing to get into afterwards?” he asked with a gentle and slightly worried smile. He wanted her to feel alright, and he would even help her take the bath if she couldn’t handle it herself. There was no reason for her to get worked up if he could help.

She noticed how he pulled her hand away. For a moment she didn’t understand what she had done wrong, but then she understood. It didn’t help the issue of him trying to contain herself. She herself, being such a new witch, didn’t really understand how the bond worked, other than it being powerful and drew her to him in a way, where a touch was more than enough to make one wonder if anything would feel as good.

Her hand folded a little tighter around his as he pulled her up from the sofa. A soft chuckle left her as he insisted on backing all the way to the bathroom without taking his eyes away from her. “I’m not going to disappear if you stop looking at me” she teased as they walked into the room and watched carefully to his instructions. As he asked if she needed anything she looked towards the door. “I have a change of clothes in my bag that I brought” all her things where in that bag “I, don’t really own much anymore” she breathed giving him a small smile “Which means I travel light” she gave a small hum, hinting that what she had brought was everything she owned.

A brow lifted as he was still standing there, looking a little lost whether he should stay or go. “I can take a bath on my own” she chuckled and let her lips split into a smile that showed her dimples her eyes glided over his body, and she had to draw in a harsh breath and let her eyes rip away from him to focus on something else. Damn this bond was messing with her head.

Oliver smiled at Madeline as she teased him that she wasn’t going to leave if he stopped looking at her. He hummed a little teasingly back at her. He knew she wouldn’t just leave, but still it felt like he didn’t want to miss a moment with her. He nodded a bit as she said she had some clothing in her bag and that she didn’t own that much anymore. He frowned a little worried, but it made sense. She traveled light. It almost stung in his heart, because some part of him knew that it meant that that bag and its content was the only thing she owned. “Alright,” he said softly.

She reminded him that she could take a bath on her own and he nodded “Yes of course. Just call me if you need anything,” he said and was about to walk past her so he could get out but stopped to place a gentle kiss on her cheek before he was going to head out and leave her be. He was just going to stay in the livingroom and read a little.

“I will” she said with a soft smile on her lips, watching how he started to walk towards the door. What she hadn’t counted on, was that he stopped and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Her fingers gently touched the place where the touch of his lips still burned her skin. She didn’t manage to say anything before he was already gone. This bond, it would end up being the death of her, she was sure. No person should have this connection, it almost felt like her heart was about to give out while the rest of the body almost hummed and ached for his touch. Now that he was gone? She felt so incredibly alone, and she knew that he would just be on the other side of the door that was now closed. She walked towards it, opening a little ajar, just so there was a sliver. She didn’t know why, if it was an irrational fear that something would happen if it stayed closed. But she, felt much calmer now that it wasn’t.

Walking towards the shower she turned it on and stepped out of her clothes. When the water was hot enough she walked into the cabin and let the water wash over her body. As soon as she saw how a light red liquid glided down her legs, so visible on the white surface under her feet. It was like the whole evening hit her like a ton of bricks. Her hands found her mouth, masking a slight sob leaving her. Closing her eyes, for a moment, but it didn’t help as she just found herself back in the room she had been kept in for so many months. A small gasp left her and her back hit the wall behind her. She knew the trauma that she had been going through wouldn’t just leave her like that. But this, this was starting to drain her in ways she wasn’t even sure yet. But even though she felt tears glide down her cheeks, mixing with the water coming down. She managed to keep it somewhat silent, masking her discomfort with the sounds of the water plumping down on her.

After a while she finally stepped out, feeling a little better as she wrapped the towel around her. She had forgotten all about the bag that was still somewhere in the living room and walked out of the bathroom when she was sure that she didn’t look like someone that had been having mental breakdown while showering and stepped towards Oliver. “That was really nice” she sighed giving him a soft smile, while her hands grabbed around the towel wrapped around her body. “Reading anything good?” she asked, as she walked over to her duffel bag and opened it to find something she could wear.