Roll For Initiative

21. Lucian

W henever she reaches for a handful of popcorn, my entire body tightens. I have been on the edge all day because of what happened this morning. Between waking up with her hand on my dick, then helping her undress, I’ve been ready to go just from looking at her. I feel like a damn teenager. I haven’t been able to take care of this issue either, fearing she would need help with something, then I’d get caught with my pants down, literally.

From what I am able to focus on in this movie, it is surprisingly good. Ethan Hawk is a fantastic actor. The premise of it is horrifying because it’s a lot of real-life shit, which honestly terrifies me more than monsters. I don’t mind blood and gore, but stuff that could happen in real life, no, thank you! On the other hand, Cassie is literally on the edge of her seat. She still has her arm in the sling; I am hoping that Tylenol will help with her pain because she refuses to take anything stronger. I can’t blame her, though; her mother is a pill addict. Has been most of Cassie’s life. You wouldn’t know it from looking at her, though; she looks like the average, fancy, uppity bitch with too much money.

When the movie is over, I am unfortunately still not tired. The time change has screwed up my sleep schedule big time. I am hoping after a week I will be readjusted back to this time zone. Cassie is slumped on the couch, leaning against me to keep herself up. I give her a gentle nudge.

“Wanna watch something else?” I ask. She looks at me, confused.

“How the hell are you not tired?” she asks as she stretches her good shoulder and yawns.

“Never mind, go to bed sleepy head.” Poor girl has had a long day.

“No, no it’s ok.” Another big yawn. Her eyes glaze over, wet from her yawn. “I can stay up. We used to pull all-nighters all the time! I’m not....” Yawning again as she says the word tired. “Wanna watch The Suicide Squad?”

“Didn’t we already watch that?” I’m confused because I’m pretty sure that was one of the last movie nights we did before I went to California.

“No, you are thinking of Suicide Squad. This is THE Suicide Squad.” She giggles as she starts the movie. I guess I’ll figure it out as we watch it. “It’s the second one. For some reason, they added THE, and then it became a sequel.”

“That is completely asinine. Who the hell thought of that?” I roll my eyes and lean back on the couch, putting my arm behind her again.

She leans into me, and I slowly start drawing circles on her bare skin. I can feel the goosebumps pebble down her arm. I have no clue what is going on in this movie because I am so distracted by her. Except for that weasel. What the fucking hell is that thing. It’s disgusting.

She is now fully curled into my side with her head resting on my chest. Her breathing has evened out, signifying that she is asleep, so much for pulling an all-nighter. She smells so good. Her shampoo has an apple scent to it. I love it. I can’t help but bury my face in her hair and inhale. It relaxes my entire body. Fatigue is finally settling in. I decide to turn off the TV, and we will both sleep out here again.

I shift to where I am lying down with my head on the armrest again and gently pull Cassie on top of me. She doesn’t wake up, but she does wrap her arm around tighter and snuggle her face against me, letting out a soft moan as she breathes. This is much more comfortable. The room is almost pitch black; the only light is the soft glow from the cityscape beyond the window. The gentle hum of a fan is the only sound besides our breathing. She tucks her head under my chin and goes completely still.

I just lay there holding her as I fight sleep. I don’t want this moment to end. I just want to savor it. It feels good. It feels right. But I know this probably won’t happen again, as much as I would like it to. I want to so bad, but I keep going back to when we were younger. We tried it once, and she was very adamant that it felt like she was kissing her brother. Oh well, at least I can have this moment.

Holding her tighter, I finally drift off to sleep. The sound of her gentle breathing pulling me under. I’m in such a deep, relaxed sleep that I don’t even think I dream.