I walked over to Benjamin's unconscious body and kicked him hard in the ribs. Then I dragged his heavy body to the door and locked him out.
"People like him don't deserve to be rescued." I said, locking the final latch.
I limped my sore body to the bed again and laid down. Dylan laid next to me and put his hand below my belly button. I held onto that feeling for as long as I could. Dylan was the only person I felt safe around now. He was the only person who would keep me safe at any second I needed him.
Tristan left the room without either of us asking, and I was grateful for that. My body hated me, and my emotions were everywhere. I felt a tear slip down my cheek before I even realized I was crying. Before I knew it, I was sobbing uncontrollably. My entire body shook, and I couldn't keep my hands straight.
Dylan held me in his arms, and I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. I fell asleep in his arms, and he placed me down gently in the bed.
I only woke a few hours later, when I smelt food cooking in the kitchen. When I went to check it out, I froze. Dylan and Tristan were talking. I wouldn't have cared, but then I heard my name.
"Allaris is more fragile than you'd think. She acts tough, but she is scared, so you'd better not hurt her." I heard Dylan tell Tristan. "If you do, you won't only be in a prison cell, but you'd have a concussion and desire to be somewhere I can't reach you."
Tristan laughed and nodded. "Yeah. I'm relieved you'll be there to stop me. I'm humiliated. I've never thought I'd remember doing it, but I did, and that makes it way worse. At the same time, it makes it better, because at least I can understand just how much pain I caused."
"Appearance doesn't give all the information. Allaris was probably in way more pain than you could ever even begin to imagine, but you get that, don't you?" Dylan replied.
"Yeah. I do. But now that u know what I did, I know what I can keep myself from doing while I am still in control. I won't get too close to her. I promise you, I will try my best to hold myself back." Tristan said, then paused. "Dylan, you're a really good guy. I don't know anyone who'd be a better match for her than you." I watched Dylans face go red, and he turned away from Tristan to hide his face.
"Dude, that's embarrassing." He laughed, going quiet for a second before continuing. "I love that girl. I know theirs not a whole lot of men out there now, but I hope she loves me as much as I love her. I want to marry that women some day. The only thing stopping me from that thought is knowing she is in pain right now. I don't want to rush her, and I know we only barely met, but I love her. I will protect her with my life."
I covered my mouth to stop myself from crying again, but this time, I was happy tears. He would never understand just how much he meant to me.
I pretended like I didn't hear anything as I stepped into the kitchen, but Dylans face brightened anyway. He started stumbling over his words as he greeted me.
"Good morning, princess, Allaris, my wife, your majesty, I mean -" Dylan fumbled for a while before going silent. I could tell he was flustered. He eventually settled for a moment and continued. "We made you food."
I walked over to him with jelly legs and kissed him on the cheek gently. My face was pink, but I acted normal.
"Thanks, I'm starving." I replied, looking at what they made.
Tristan started serving me as Dylan touched his cheek in awe. Eventually, he took a breath and joined us. They made spaghetti and meatballs with croissants. We all sat down at a large wooden table and began to eat. It was the best thing I'd ever tasted. The sauce was immaculate, and I couldn't help but comment on it.
"This is amazing!" I cheered.
"Thanks. It's my grandmother's recipe." Dylan said proudly. "The meatballs were Tristans idea. Although apparently he doesn't know how to make them. I told him how to make my grandmother's."
"Well, it's incredible." I said, scarfing it down before going back to the bed.
Since I had taken a recovery pill, my body was basically completely healed, and I noticed when I went to the bathroom that I wasn't on my period anymore either. That was going to me very useful. I felt amazing afterward, and my body wasn't sore anymore.
I sat down on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a moment. I thought about what Dylan had said in the kitchen, and I started to feel hot and wet at the same time. Dylan walked in a few minutes later and sat down next to me.
"Are you feeling okay?" Dylan asked nervously. Suddenly, I was nervous, too. I realized that I rarely ever made the first move, but I wanted to right now.
"Yeah. The recovery pill allowed me to feel better and get off my period at the same time." I replied.
"Oh, really? That's great!" Dylan cheered, then went silent emidiantly. "That's not what I meant. I just mean good for you. No more cramps!"
"Are you sure that's all you meant?" I said, and I watched his face start to get pink. He stammered a but, but I rushed on. "I believe you wanted something. Something that's better when I'm not in pain." I pushed him onto his back and climbed onto him.
"A-A-Allaris!" Dylan stammered. "I don't just want your body! I love you too! I mean, I want your body too, but I meant that I'm not here for that, I'm here for you! You don't need to give me something you don't feel comfortable with."
I pulled my panted off and threw them on the floor, then I began to unbutton Dylans jeans. He stopped talking after that. I slid them down a bit and stuck my hand inside.
Dylan moaned like he was impatient and nervous at the same time. I pulled out his junk and looked into his eyes. He was watching me, and his hands were up like he'd burn me if he touched me. His eyes had a panicked desire, but he seemed afraid I would get the wrong idea.
"I know you love me. You want to marry me, don't you?" I said quietly. His face turned red as a cherry tomato, and he started stammering even more. All my nerves melted, and I laughed as I continued. "You're adorable. I love you too."
Dylan froze, and he met my gaze as I leaned in. I slid down and moaned a bit as I let go of him and began to run my hands over his chest. I pulled his shirt off, and he stopped hesitating. He pulled mine off, too, and we began.
I felt him inside me, and I felt him outside of me. I ran my hands down his neck and down his chest. I kissed him passionately, and he did the same, then flipped me over. He was onto of me now, and he pushed me deep into the bed with his movements.
I enjoyed every second as we collided and disappeared from our problems for a few hours. When we stopped, we were both out of breath.
Dylan laughed as he put his shirt back on. I laughed with him. We were both so relieved that the other wanted something serious. We had a conversation through body language, and we had a conversation through words.
I put my clothes back on and walked out into the main room to get to the kitchen. I got us both a cup of water, and as I came back, I saw the time and froze. It was almost two in the morning, but Tristan was still awake. He was on the floor with his head in his hands. I took a step towards him, and his head shot up. We locked eye contact, and I saw pain in his eyes. He stood up slowly, and I dropped the water on the floor. I screamed as he pounced on me, and Dylan was in the room in an instant.