Detective POV
Time: 00:22
Back in my room
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Opening my eyes, I find myself looking at the same ceiling I've been seeing these past couple of days. I find myself calming down just at the scent of the familiar wood and dust.
Dalia sits in the chair near my evidence wall, a med kit resting between her legs as she cuts some gauze. I sit up, feeling my sore muscles respond back, forcing me to let out an involuntary groan, making Dalia notice that I'm awake.
"You should sleep some more; two hours is not nearly enough." Her voice is gentle, but yet something calls my attention—a hint of hurt in her tone.
Ignoring her words, I try to get out of bed. "Tina, if I don't help her, she'll..."
Dalia gets up from the chair and strides in my direction. Without even giving me time or a warning, she pushes me down to the bed, her hands holding my wrist together as she stares down at my face, her tired eyes reflecting my surprised expression.
"Your friends are already with the agency." She states.
I shake my head. "You don't get it, I-"
A low pain courses through my face after Dalia slaps me. On the edge of her eyes, tears form, gently leaving them and finally finding their last destination on my cheek.
"Am I so little deserving of your trust?" Her voice cracks as she speaks. "Or are you just so suicidal that you don't see how much I need you?"
Her words pierce my heart like a sword as I finally realize how my actions must have hurt her. I wanted so much to do all of this alone that I pushed everyone who could help me away.
No, that isn't just that. I wanted so much to die, to redeem myself like Cole, that I got myself tunnel vision in a lie I created for myself to make things easier.
My left-hand breaks free from her hold and cups her cheek, my thumb cleaning some tears out of her face. I open my mouth to talk, but no words leave me; I don't know what to say.
Dalia's grip on my right wrist becomes gentler; I see clearly how her gray eyes soften at my touch and how they close soon after as she nuzzles into my palm, seeking more contact.
"I think I need a bath; can you help me?" I ask, to which she blushes and looks away; her head moves just a bit in affirmation.
Dalia gets off me and hugs my side, helping me get up, and she starts to help me get to the bathroom.
Once inside, she walks to the bathtub, chanting some words, a spell, before hot water starts to appear inside, filling it.
Her eyes fall on me once again, but this time, she looks determined, and yet her voice comes gently. "Do you mind if I undress you?" the way the lit candles on the chandelier reflect on her eyes, making the grayness of her iris much warmer and more in focus.
I shake my head, and with that, Dalia slowly approaches me, first taking off my boots and socks before unbuckling my jeans and carefully sliding them off me.
My hoodie and shirt went soon after, leaving only my underwear. I see her gulping at the sight, my hand once again finding rest on her cheek. Seemingly, my action makes her focus again, and nodding her head, she takes off my panties.
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I cross my legs as she walks to my back, and in a moment, her fingers undo the hook, making my bra fall to the ground.
But she doesn't move; instead, her fingers start tracing a path down my spine, making my body shudder involuntarily and my breath slowly get ragged.
"Won't you undress as well?" I ask Dalia as I get up from the chair.
She nods her head before looking at my exposed form. "Would you want to help me?" Her voice hides a hint of begging.
I nod my head before guiding my hands to her belt, slowly undoing her pants. Her chin rests on my shoulder, her hot breath hitting my neck and making me feel a strange jolt travel all around my spine.
Her pants now rest on the floor; her shirt goes soon after; and in some moments, she's naked as well.
I stop to look at her body, her small breasts cutely perked up, her shaved crotch, and her lean form. Now, looking at her this way, I finally notice how my heart starts racing and how my hands start to seek more and more contact with her skin.
Without wanting to break the moment, I pull her with me to the bathtub, and she goes in first, sinking her body in the hot water before her hand prompts me to enter as well.
She wraps her arms around my waist, her breasts pressing against my back, dragging a low and cute moan out of her.
Leaning the back of my head on her shoulder, I watch her eyes like one watches the starry night sky.
"I'm sorry." The words leave me without notice.
Dalia tilts her head slightly. "For what?"
"For how much I hurt you."
She reaches a hand to my face, cupping my cheek and prompting me to kiss her thumb. "It's okay; the only thing that matters is that you're okay."
"Do you really want to sleep with me?" My question comes in a low tone, my eyes averting from her gaze for a moment, but her hand forces me to look at her again.
Dalia looks deeply into my eyes before approaching her lips, giving me plenty of time to turn away, something I don't do.
Our lips lock together hungrily. I move my body in the bathtub, so I'm sitting on her lap now, our breasts pressed against each other as one of my hands travels down her neck and the other caresses her cheek.
Her hands tightly held me in place, some of her fingers rubbing against my butt cheeks.
After a long kiss, we parted, both of us breathing in a ragged way. "Is that a good enough answer?" She asks with a gentle tone, kissing my neck soon after.
At this point, I have already lost the notion of time. We left the bathtub after some minutes of cleaning each other, going back to the room where she started patching my wounds up as I was sitting on her lap, kissing all over her neck.
And now we are in bed, tired and worn out; even without getting to the point of having sex, we had our fill with this intimacy time. Enough to leave us tired; after all, neither of us is running at 100% efficiency right now.
Dalia spoons me as my legs are locked around hers. She fell asleep not long ago, her lips slightly parted as she snores softly.
Even if I still don't get why she chose me, I'm not going to complain; maybe I should allow myself to be happy once in a while.
I give her one last peck on the lips before allowing myself to go to sleep as well.
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