Chapter 26 - Cyrus

We get Sarah talked down off the ledge of wanting to either shoot us, arrest us, or run screaming from the cabin. Giving her more time to adjust to the idea while keeping Rufus as quiet as possible in the process, with the promise of honesty and more answers when we'd all had more sleep.

"Amelie, guys, can you work on getting the bodies and the mess cleaned up," I sigh as Sarah's car pulls out of the driveway. It's been an exhausting night. Rose is stumbling up the stairs with Milo's help, so that he can make sure all the windows are secure before he comes back down to take the couch.

"Keep up patrols tonight. We should be fine for a while until the Council meeting in a few weeks. I don't think Eclipse will have their shit together sooner than that, but I'd rather be sure there's no more surprises."

I cross the room to Lena and offer her a hand up which she accepts and pulls herself to a standing position.

"You need a shower and some sleep."

"You're going to have to just come with me then," she sighs as we stumble, exhausted up the stairs. Milo is coming down and gives me a quiet nod and claps his hand on my shoulder.

"Night, Cy," he calls from below us, "Windows are secured other than your room, that one I had to board."

"Thanks, Milo," Lena calls back sleepily as she pulls me into the bathroom. She messes with the dials on the old shower until the water is warmed up to her liking. She turns, staring at me with big, grey eyes and just lifts her arms. I lock the door behind me and cross the small space, then pull the shirt up and over her head.

Her hands slide down the sides of my stomach, catching the waist of the thin pajama pants Milo had brought me and slides them down past my ass so they fall to the floor as I pull her in for a kiss.

Her lips part for me, and she deepens the kiss with a light moan as I run my hands down to remove her underwear, letting it fall once it's past the curve of her ass. I grip the curves of her hips with gentle pressure before sliding my hands around her and lifting her up towards me. Her legs wrap around me, and I step carefully into the shower as she catches my lip in a light nip.

I exhale her name, running my hands up the smooth, soft skin of her back as she steps down from around me. I reach for the small sponge hanging on a hook and wet it, adding some of her soap. I want her, but I want her without the blood and memory of this day splashed all over her.

"We need to figure out what this means," she sighs quietly as the cascade of water nearly drowns out her voice. "After sleep."

She's not wrong. I know that. As much as her nearness and naked body has me hard, there isn't an ounce of energy left between us for much more than sleep right now. That much I can see.

I keep my eyes focused on hers, avoiding the very real temptation to let them dip to her round, gorgeous breasts that are pressed up against me. Focus, damn it. She's been through hell. You can at a minimum control yourself for the night.

She takes the sponge and makes quick work of washing all the blood and dirt off herself. She cuts the water off with a deep sigh and nods towards the towels behind us on the shelf. I pull one down and unfold it, holding it out for her to step into.

"Bed?" She asks me, looking in the mirror.

"Bed," I nod as I pull another towel down and wrap it around my waist. I bend down and snatch up the clothes from the floor and follow her quietly towards her bedroom.

I know conceptually that we were just here, promising to just sleep, but it feels like ages have passed between then and now. She climbs in bed and drops the damp towel off the edge of the bed, and I do the same before climbing in behind her, curling my body around her. The surface of her skin against mine is the anchor I need. Sleep pulls us under gently, and I am purely content as I fall asleep curled around her.

"Gram!"

I wake with a jolt as she gasps in shock, sitting up in the bed next to me. The sun is up, high enough in the sky that the room is illuminated through the curtains. She's breathing heavy, panting as she looks frantically around at me.

"What the hell was that," Lena asks me with a bewildered shake of her head, "I swear, it was like a dream, but not a dream. I'd woken up all the way. I was laying here, just letting you sleep and twirling my fingers in your hair, and it was like the room filled with fog, like in the mine when Tom was there, but then I saw Gram. She looked just as real as you, standing there at the edge of the bed."

I prop myself up on my elbow and look at her with a yawn and a shake of my head.

"You sure you were all the way awake?"

"I had been up and gone to the bathroom, gone down and gotten coffee. It was her. I swear, Cy."

"I wonder if it was a vision, like what happens with Milo, what happened with my father," I muse running a reassuring hand down her back, "What did she tell you?"

"It was a warning. She said Tom's not dead," Lena mutters as she turns to me with a shiver, "She said I can rebuild the protection around the relic, and that the keys are a part of it, but that it can't happen until after the baby is born, but that it definitely needs to happen. He is injured badly but trying to climb out of wherever I sent him. Stabbing him with the key sent him to some other space."

"Another space?"

"I don't know," she pleads with another shiver, and I feel like an ass.

"Hey, it's okay. We'll figure this out. You can ask Milo about the vision before everyone comes over today. Come here."

I pull her back down to me gently and she tangles her legs in mine, curling into my chest. Her eyes are starting to lose that panicked look as she slows down her breathing.

"Can I ask you something?" She is looking at me now with a serious, brooding look. I'm not sure I like that any better.

"Of course."

"You said you're not going anywhere, that I don't have to do this alone this time," she mutters quietly, "How do you think that's going to work? Don't you and the guys need to go put your home back together? Technically, you could leave now, if you needed to."

A sigh pulls from deep in my chest as I run my hand gently down her cheek, my thumb tracing a light path back and forth down the line of her jaw.

"My home is wherever you are. That's not even a question. Do you want to leave Greyson Ridge? No? Great, then we're moving them all here. I already had the guys drawing up plans for how we could expand this place, before I even knew there was another little one to consider in that equation."

A tear rolls from her eye, and she shakes her head in annoyance.

"I'm selfish and you're ridiculous."

"You are the least selfish person I have ever met, Lena. You and Rose have a life here, you have history here. There is nothing wrong with wanting to keep that. Honestly, I think the change of scenery would be good for us. We had nothing but death there, it's full of painful memories, even if we do fight to take it back."

"You can't be serious."

"Of course, I am."

She frowns at me and smacks lightly at my arm, so I squeeze it around her tighter.

"You better quit with that squirming," I laugh as she squirms against me, "Or I'll show you just how much I mean it."

A sexy, dark look crosses her eyes, and she wiggles more purposefully against me, bringing the tip of my semi-hard cock into contact with the soft skin of her thigh.

"Don't know what you mean," she smirks, all feigned innocence. I spank her ass with a satisfying snap of my hand against the curve of her ass and she gasps my name.

"Mmmm, really glad you didn't take that one off the table," I mutter as she pushes me onto my back and climbs on top of me. There's nothing semi-hard about it now as she positions herself on top of me, her hand guiding me into the soft, wet lips of her pussy with a satisfied sigh as she sinks down onto me.

The pressure of her hips against mine has me sigh her name in pleasure as my hands grip tightly at the curve of her ass as she winds it expertly against me. I lift my hips up to meet her. Her hands rake lightly down my chest as she braces herself against me, rolling her hips harder and harder against me.

The pace increases as her body starts to clench harder around me, and my name is falling from her lips in a gasp. I take advantage of a small momentary pause and sit up pulling her over as I pull out of her. I lay her back on the bed and crash my lips to hers, pouring every promise I wish I could put into words into that moment as her legs wind up around my hips.

I reach between us and angle my cock so that it's teasing at her again, so familiar to the last time, but plunge deep into her as soon as she tilts her hips towards me. There's no holding back now.

She lifts her hips to meet me with every thrust and I am fighting for the last shred of my control when her pussy clenches hard around me, and her body shudders with a light ripple of electricity pushing me over the edge as I bury myself deep into her one last time, spilling myself into her with a gasp.

I pull out of her and fall to the side, catching my breath as her hands run idly through my hair. I lift my hand and lay it gently against her stomach, enjoying the soft feel of her skin as it rises and falls.

"I love you, never stopped," she sighs as my fingers trace a nonexistent pattern across her stomach.

"I love you," I offer in return looking up at her, and lean up to plant a light kiss against her stomach, "And whoever this is."