Chapter#18

"I'm sorry, bab---" the shoe landed hard on his face.

He was a little glad it was just a tiny pump and O'Brian didn't wear heals or he can't even begin to imagine what would happen to his face.

Before he could say something else or even stop feeling the pain from the shoe on his face, a small pillow smacked his face.

Her habit of throwing things in anger will continue to exist so before she could throw something dangerous on his face next, he rushed forward and grabbed her wrists.

Her angry eyes stared back at him.

He grinned and leaned down to smack a loud kiss on her lips.

And then his lips were almost bit apart from his mouth.

He just grinned through the pain because he knew he deserved it.

"How kinky of you, baby." He said while leaning his face away from her to check if it was bleeding or not. It probably was because he saw her eyes, those angry, glaring eyes lose their fire and turn guilty.

So of course, he was very willing to play the part of victim to gain some more sympathy and considering how many years he had spent while waiting for her love, he had every right to.

Did that make him desperate and pathetic?

Yes, it did but he was far from caring about thoughts that weren't needed in his and Sara's relationship. He had always believed in taking full advantage of others weakness and the fact that O'Brian sees him as hers was a cause worthy of celebration.

He had no excuse to actually play a pitiable person because he was much more then deserving of everything thrown at him. In his defense he never thought their very first date would turn into a life-threatening situation and since he panicked, he had carelessly pushed his own baby to death. Actually, if they had more space or something to climb over, he would have actually tried to save her as well but in front of spider, he had very little mind or sanity for others. And considering it was O'Brian who actually saved them, he who should be feeling ashamed of himself was simply grateful and actually told her to take care of spiders for him for the rest of their lives. He was actually trying to be romantic and propose to her except it turned out into this. She had made Drake driver her back as he followed in his car. It already took her an hour to open the door of her room so he was desperate to end their first date on a make out session.

"Let me see." She said and grabbed his face to pull it to her height. Those eyes of hers were staring hard on his bleeding lips, dancing in worry and guilt at the same time and he was shimmering in their glory.

He felt her brush her finger against the open skin, cleaning the blood. The shiver that run down his spine was enough to make him lose to his shamelessness once again and land a loud kiss or her mouth. Leaning from his mistakes, he grabbed her face from his both hands in case she tried to run away.

Her hands struggled to push him away but Dean was a professional outrageous being of a man. He simply stuck his tongue down her throat to taste her mouth except he should have known that O'Brien was too used to his tricks. If she couldn't defend herself, she would go for attack so she punched his family jewel, making him twist in pain.

"Fuck, baby! This is our life support." He groaned while slipping on the floor to lay down and take deep breathes.

"I don't need it!" She snapped while lightly kicking him in the gut and turning away to sit on the bed, her eyes waltzing in happiness while seeing him churn in pain.

"Think of our kids, sweetheart." He whined while slowly rising up to sitting position.

"Who the hell wants kids with a sissy like you?" She flared up once again.

"You were no Indiana Jones either! When the time came, you pushed me to that child of devil as well."

"I made no promised to ever protect you with my life you weakling excuse of a man!" She snapped at him.

He wanted to argue but he knew she was right but for the love of her, there was only one insect he couldn't stand and that was spiders. Just the fact that it was staring at him with his eight eyes scared the shit out of him. Why would nature even believe that something needs so many eyes? He had two and he could see just fine. Also, he could never understand why they had to crawl like that, couldn't they simply walk normally!

Just thinking about them were giving him cold sweats.

"I am sorry, baby. Forgive me? Next time I'll keep a gun on me." He crawled towards her and started rubbing her legs.

"Where is your hand crawling up to, you pervert?" Once again, he was smacked on his hand which had been actually crawling to her thigh.

He just grinned shamelessly and actually started massaging her legs and feet. From his calculation, she had started her period a day ago which probably was the reason she had actually reacted to harshly to him. Though, he doubts in future she would stay clear from throwing random objects at him but her being so vocal about insults and actually using so much force behind attacks told him a different story.

Sara had irregular periods which she was taking medication for. Though last year she finally stopped since her cycle became more on track, not being used to such harsh reality of what normal period was like did take a toll on her moods. She was also not used to the pain and cramps which just made it worse that he of all the days actually pushed her to death when she was already in a crappy mood.

"Better?" He asked while softly kneading her feet.

"Hmm.." She had now leaned down on the bed, resting her head over the large stuff toy which usually resided on her bed.

"Your nail color have faded from your toes. Want me to repaint them?" He wasn't desperate to coax her anymore but was simply itching to do these small random things for her. He actually did mean when he had said he never even wanted her to get off the bed, he was ready to do it all for her. From brushing her hair to styling it to painting her toes to bathing her. Especially bathing her, he couldn't wait to do that.

"You know how to paint nails?" O'Brian snorted while laughing. The sound vibrated in his ears and towards his heart which raced in joy.

"I could probably manage." He said while rising up to select a color from her dresser.

Of course, that was a lie. He had actually taken 5-month course of hair styling and nail painting this year. Since he knew he would be going back sooner or later, he started taking classed from one of his members sister who taught these things. Since he was paying extra, she had actually given him private lessons four times a week. He actually had some styled wigs somewhere in his office.

He liked dark shades on O'Brian so he selected the electric blue nail color and took back his seat beside her feet. Pulling her feet to his lap, he carefully and slowly started painting her nails. O'Brian had raised herself to watch how he would be doing and her gaze on him assured him that he was forgiven.

Being done with her last toe, he leaned down and kiss her feet, patting them softly.

"All done."

He watched as she leaned down to actually look at his work and then nod in satisfaction, a grin brightening up her face.

"Good job, now my hands." She pushed her hands in front of him while giving him that breathtaking cheeky grin while he replied with a smile as he grabbed her hands and kissed them and started painting them as well.

He took his time while painting her fingers, trying to lengthen what little he had left with her for the day. He didn't want to leave and he knew he couldn't stay. Last week had been torture enough for his body and he didn't trust himself to stay sane. And this was something he had promised himself when he was coming back. If the time comes when he didn't trust himself, he will turn his head. And that meant in every way, whether it was his gaze which was too loud for her to bear or her touch which was too rough for her to feel. He took no compromises when it came to how she felt about him, he was ready to give her all the time she needed to insanely fall in love with him.

But also accept his love, his way of being intimate. Though he was going insane with lust for her, he held her with the highest respect that meant her words were god to him. If she said no, he wasn't allowed to ask why and if she said yes, he had no reason to doubt her.

He was already dreading going back in the room where the dead body of that spider still existed because knowing Drake, that asshole would never go near any insect, period. That mere fact that he had left them for dead while holding a gun should explain everything about the kind of chicken he was. And now, just imagining sleeping without her was pure punishment so he miserably clings to the little time he had before her brother kicked him out of her room.

He felt her fingers brush his hair which made him pause his actions and look at her. She had her head placed over her knees as she watched him with eyes molded in adorned. It startled him for a second, taking away the air from his lungs as he watched such raw love in her eyes from him. His throat tighten he actually believed that he might cry watching something he believed could only be possible in a dream or far reality which still had years to come.

Watching as her eyes twirled in almost worship as she gazes at him, he was week to his knees and was actually glad he was sitting down because he felt the numbness took over his whole body. He knew he worshiped her, with his every action, every word he believed her to be his god, his religion but watching her reflect the same eyes, the same depth was overwhelming. Though he doubts it was like his, which was filled with jealousy, possessiveness and obsession, he believed hers was much pure almost innocent.

If his love for her was dark and black, she loved him in brighten shimmer.

"What are you looking at?" He finally choked out.

She smiled softly and said, "Just think how much I am in love with the you who is in love with me."

He laughed and replied, "But baby, I was always in love with you."

"I know, this is why I promise you my love till you cease to exist in any form and shape."

The smile from his face vanished as his throat once again chocked up, this time he eyes actually watered he furiously blinked to dry the tears which were warning to fall. His pride which he carried over his head about how he would make her his, about how confident he was about how she will belong to him was crumbling down in pieces, had been in pieces since forever. He knew the kind of man he was, knew his wrongs, accepted his ugly but he knew that the day Sara O'Brian became his, he would be grateful. He had never asked for her in his dreams, never begged to some mighty being to have ownership over his heart but he knew, he knew how discouraged he had been. Those two years he had stayed away have been painful, almost hopeless. He had been so afraid that she would fall in love with someone. Though he could stop other from approaching her, falling in love with her- he couldn't stop her from falling in love with someone else. He had feared that he wouldn't have wanted to live if O'Brian had fallen for someone else.

"I love you, O' Brian. Thank you for becoming mine." He choked out, refusing to meet her eyes in case she sees him crying.

His head was pushed up by her hands which were holding his head preciously in their embrace. A brush of lips landed on his as she whispered, "Thank you for loving me as much as you do."