The Arrangement

“Elizabeth,” there it was again, would this be how I die?
“Elizabeth, come to me,” death called.
“Bird fly, I’m your home,” Death was almost in comprehensible.
“I can’t” I thought in defeat.
“Follow my voice, and let go,” it called, yet I was not holding on to anything.
“Let my voice fill you,” it instructed.
‘Brian,’ I though as I realized who had been calling me.
“Elizabeth, open your eyes,” I was started at his loud voice sounding so close.
“Brian,” I asked as I opened my eyes fearing it was a dream.
“I’m here, I’ve been here the whole time,” his eyes were brown once more and the room was lit again.
“Brian,” my hand was on his bare chest, I didn’t know how or when it got there.
“I’m right here,” he had tattoos on his chest and arms all the way down to his wrists.
“Brian” I cried out as I knocked the copper bowl over to get to him. The force of me hugging him knocked him on his back.
“I’m here I have you now,” he quickly wrapped his arms around me holding me tightly to his body.
“What happened,” I wedged my face in his neck.
“We opened our selves to each other, you saw what was in me, my demon.” He said it like it was a normal thing.
“Do I have one,” I asked calming with every breath I took.
“No, you were full of innocence, and light, and love, and so much raw untapped power,” he caressed my hair.
“It called you Syn just mike Matthew,” I brought my hand up to his neck.
“Um yeah, my other name is Synyster Gates,” he exhaled deeply.
“Syn, that sounds very cool,” some time passed before I made that comment with a big smile on my face.
“Yeah, I guess it does,” he laughed.
“How did you get that name?” I looked up at him.
“Unfortunately, that story sucks,” he patted my butt. I wasn’t uncomfortable with it, I enjoyed feeling his hand on me but not in a sexual way more comforting.
“Please,” I begged.
“When I was younger I stole my dad’s car and got so drunk with my friends that I crashed the car in some cemetery gates where I proceeded to tell everyone that I was now Synyster Gates. Walked home and went to bed, woke up with a killer hangover and police in the Livingroom. Dad was not pleased,” he chuckled.
“I’d imagines.” I closed my eyes and basked in the comfort of Brian’s feelings. I could tell he was content with having my face in his neck.
“Hey none of that, you spent four hours digging in to me, just relax for now,” He looked down at me.
“That whole thing took four hours?” I asked slipping my hand behind his neck so that I could have more of his neck to rub my nose in.
“Yes, now quit it and relax,” he ordered as he slipped the hand that was on my head don my thigh and under the robe, so it could rest on my bare back.
“I am relaxing, you relax me.” I inhaled his sent, it was like a safe net of sweet apples and stale cigarettes.
“Maybe you should take a bath, so you can grow accustomed to being away from me,” he offered.
“No, I never want to stop touching you,” I didn’t understand why he wanted me to leave him and it was frustrating me.
“I know, but you have to understand that inside your always toughing me.” He was showing me affection and I craved it.
“It’s not the same, I don’t want Matthew I want you.” I blurted out.
“You don’t mean that, your drunk with serotonin, you can never ever tell Matt that you prefer me to him,” he took his hand and tilted my head up so that I could see his eyes.
“You know he doesn’t seem that bad a person, and I think he wouldn’t care anyways,” I argued moving up, so my face was over his.
“Elizabeth, you don’t know him like I do, he is a jealous man. Promise me you will never utter those words again” he held my jaw in place.
I could feel the fear in him, and I didn’t like it.
“I promise but you will have to live knowing that you are the one I want, only you,” I moved his hand and dropped my face to kiss him, but he turned his head in anticipation.
“Thank you, I know this is hard for you right now, but your affection towards me isn’t love or sexual, it’s an affection for the connection we share. I’ll try to let you have some time to explore it soon, but I won’t do anything to put you in harms way. Here give me your hand.” He reached over to the knocked over copper bowl and picked the ring out of the ashes.
“How do you know I didn’t fall in love with you the day I saw you by the car smoking” I asked as I gave him my hand.
“Because you would have asked me to take you away before I brought you to Matt’s place. This ring was my fathers and his fathers and so on, was my most precious possession since I was ten up until today. This is an extension of me and when you touch it I will feel it in my heart,” he slipped the ring on to my index finger.
“It’s so cool,” I grinned. The ring was to large for my finger, but I still enjoyed it as it was one of the most meaningful things I had ever received.
“I will keep this girly ass bracelet so that you can feel me close to your heart, deal?” he asked as he picked up my charm bracelet.
“Does that even fit you?” I laughed taking it and opening it to try and fit it around his wrist.
“God, I hope not” he laughed.
“Well what will you do with it?” I asked.
“I will put it in my right front pocket for now and figure something out, it’ll be a surprise” he smiled pushing it in his pocket.
I laid my head next to his and just relaxed in his arms without trying sense his feelings. Moments later there was a knock on the door.

Notes

Who's feeling lucky, Who is at the door? is this a syn or Matt story lol J/K but really lay it on me!
Are we all on the same page with the Partisan thing now sorta?
I do like some suspense though lol
XxXxX
Steph