Bathroom Banter

Killian stared at Mayeli’s stubborn expression, not knowing what to do. She looked a bit scared by his words, but she maintained a defiant look. She had a face that reminded him of Becky G.

She bit on her full, lower lips, and pouted stubbornly. “I hardly deserve a beating for using your toilet”, she pointed out.

“Against my will”.

“It's just a toilet”. She folded her arms and sat on his bed. “You look gorgeous in white and black though”.

His eyes bulged at the socket. What did she just say?

She stood up from the bed and walked to where he stood, planting her small frame in front of him. She had a coquettish smile on her face. Gosh! She was tempting him.

“Maybe I can handle your anger, so bring it on”. He stared at her slightly apart, pulp, pink lips, and a sensation ran through him.

He was certain it was the alcohol talking, but it didn't stop him from feeling the day he was feeling. He turned away from her and walked towards his balcony. He wasn't sure he could resist her when she was looking all gorgeous and hot.

She came to join him on the balcony. “Are you running away?”, she asked, slowly.

He turned to face, but immediately regretted it. The moonlight bathed her lovely body, painting pictures in his mind. He imagined stripping her bare and taking her right here under the lovely moonlight.

“Killian!” His inner mind was chastised.

“I'm not running away”, he lied. His eyes came to rest on her very exposed cleavages, and he gulped. She had just the perfect breasts. Not too much and not small either.

He ran his hands throw his hair, trying to shake off his unholy thoughts. For fuck sake, she was a breathing temptation.

“Then why did you leave?” She asked, batting her eyebrows. 

Was she doing this purposely? He wondered.

“I didn't know you wanted me to stay. My presence never mattered anyways”. He turned away from her, so he could at least think straight again. She belonged to someone else, he reminded himself.

“Your presence matters”, she mumbled.

“You can hardly say that”.

“Why?”

“You were in another man's arms a few minutes ago, making out in front of prominent men and women. The news is going to be everywhere tomorrow. I won't want to interfere anymore”.

Silence.

“What if I want you to interfere?” She asked in a shaky voice.

He turned to face her. “And what would that mean?”

“I don't know”.

“You can't want me and yet not want me, Mayeli!” He was yelling now.

“I've never not wanted you”.

He stared at speechless. Did she mean those words? Could he actually hope? He searched her face for signs of deceit but saw nothing.

“I guess it's the alcohol talking. You should say those words when you're sober”, he dismissed. He was tired of the mixed signals she was sending his way. Besides, she was happy with Nixen, she had said that herself.

“I know what I'm saying, Lian”.

Lian? No one called him Lian except his brother and his best friends. So why would she call him that? And strangely, she called it a very familiar way. Like she had always called his name all her life.

He was about to say something when a memory flashed.

“Would you go boat riding with me, Lian? Mom said I could go on Saturday, after my piano class”.

“Do you want me to go with you?” he asked her, surprised.

“Yes”.

“Fine, Mayeli, I'd just get my things ready”.

“I prefer Kaeli”.

“What?”

“I prefer it when you call me Kaeli. Only you calls me that”.

“Alright, Kaeli”.

“Kaeli?” Killian mumbled, shocked. His head was hurting from the memory he just had, but he didn't care. Was Kaeli and Mayeli the same person? And from the look of things, he and that person had been quite close. Where was she now?

He looked up to see a shocked expression on Mayeli's face. There was tears running down her cheek.

“Fuck! Why was she crying?” He mumbled to himself. He hated seeing her cry, but she seemed to do that very often in front of him.

He rushed to her side and gathered her in his arms. She cried for a while on his chest, shaking slightly, while he held her.

When she was done sobbing, he handed her a handkerchief and led her to his bed. He seated her down and crouched on one kneel in front of her. 

“Why are you crying?” He asked softly.

She shook her head. Her face was red now. “I don't, I just kinda remembered something sad”.

“And what's that?” 

“A friend of mine from my past that forgot about me”.

“Did you love her dearly?”

“Yes, I loved him”.

Killian frowned a little. She had a past lover? One she loved dearly? And one she would over, but just thinking about him. Gosh, he was hurt right now.

“Did you reach out to him or try to make him remember you?” Killian asked, grudgingly.

“No. I didn't see the need to. He has forgotten all about me anyways”.

“I'm sorry”.

“It's fine. Life happens”.

She raised his handkerchief. “I'd keep this, since it's already smeared with my makeup. Thanks.

He nodded, analyzing her. She looked vulnerable right now and a bit more delicate without her makeup.

“I don't look horrible right?” She asked, managing a weak smile.

“You look perfect, Mayeli”.

“Thanks”.

She bit on her lower lips, probably a bit shy from all the emotion she had displayed earlier, and he stared at her.

An intense silence fell between them. He found himself edging forward, unsure. She didn't move, she just sat still, staring nervously at him.

Without thinking, he covered the distance between them and arrested her lips with his. He felt a fire spread through him. One that he had never felt with any woman, except Mayeli.

She opened her mouth, letting him in. Her tongue matched his hunger, and her hands entwined his hair. He placed her properly on the bed, and came to lie atop her.

She shivered a little.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

She nodded. The cold night wind was beginning to blow, and he had forgotten to shut the window. 

He took off his sweatshirt, and laid on top of her, to share his body heat, and then covered them with his duvet.

“Warm?” He asked.

“Yes”.

He captured her lips again, relishing the feel of her soft, small hands on his back. 

He moved to her neck, placing soft kisses, and smiled when she let a moan.

He placed kisses on her cheeks, on her neck, on her jaws, and stopped when he reached her breasts.

He stared into her green eyes, fumbling with the hand of her dress, and waiting for approval.

She nodded, blushing.

He chuckled as he took one taut nipple in his mouth and massaged the other, relishing the taste of her body.

He felt her shiver when his hands moved in between her inner thighs.

“Killian”, she moaned repeatedly as he increased his pace. A few minutes later, her legs were quivering, and she came undone, clinging firmly to him.

A knock on the door interrupted them. He looked at her silently asking if she was okay with him answering the door, and she gave her approval.

He went to the door and was surprised to see Truce.

“What's it, man?” He asked, slightly irritated.

Truce looked at him, and past him in the room, then back at him with a confused expression.

“What did you come for?” He asked again.

“Something happened to someone, they said her name is Diora Waters. She's being rushed…”

“What happened to Diora?” Mayeli shrieked, cutting Truce off.

The both men shared a surprised look for different reasons. Killian was surprised at how fast and silently she had reached the door, while Truce was surprised to see her at all.

Truce threw Killian a look, which he ignored.

“What happened to Diora?” Mayeli asked again.

“She was hit in the head. She has been rushed to the hospital”, Truce said.

“What have you done?” She asked, staring intently at Killian.

“Nothing”. He replied.

The look of accusation in her eyes sent chills down his spine.