Micky watched him wake up slowly, leaning back in his seat and searching through his drawer. He pulled out a bottle of liquor and she smirked and watched him drink some before he pushed it towards her. Micky took it gladly, taking a long brink from the bottle before bringing her eyes back to him. He lit himself a cigarette and blew out the smoke casually as his eyes took her in and she took another drink of the liquor to avoid his gaze.
“Yeah, you always wear me out babe.” Levi breathed, taking another drag off his cigarette and she smirked, glad he hadn't said anything about her eye. At least not yet. “You should know that by now.” He said with a wicked smirk on his lips that made her want him badly. His eyes ran over again and she winced and glanced away, knowing from his expression that this time, he'd seen her black eye.
It was silent for an agonizingly long time. She could tell he was trying to choose his words carefully and she wondered if they were going to fight about it. Usually, she could tell when he was angry because his temper was explosive, but this time, he was unnervingly calm so she wasn't sure what that meant. She almost preferred for him to be angry with her because at least then she knew what he was thinking.
“I know I didn’t give that shiner to you Kayla?” Levi finally breathed sternly and she bit her lip and turned her eyes down to her lap. “He keeps touching you like that…I’m going to fuck him up.” He said so seriously, she looked at him and held his eyes as he leaned forward, wanting her to know he meant what he said. “I’ve killed guys a million times more dangerous than him Kay. He’s a kid, I’m an adult, I will beat the fuck out of him and you can tell him I said that.” He said keeping her gaze and she sighed because she couldn't tell Dean that. Dean couldn't know she was fucking Levi.
“He can force you to make you say you’re his, I get it…you're trying to keep him happy.” He shrugged leaning back in his chair and she bit her lip as she watched him. It surprised her, that he wasn't pissed about her fucking Dean. He was more pissed that Dean had hit her. “But, you and I both know who owns you…the same way we both know that even though I go home to my fucked up life every night…you own me.” He breathed and she shivered slightly as she held his eyes.
He was right. As much as she denied it, he owned her. They'd only fucked once and already, she was his again and they both knew it. Micky smirked, liking that he'd said that she owned him too. She wasn't just his, he was also hers. They belonged to each other and she knew that was hard for him to admit. Kayla stood and walked around his desk, climbing into his lap with a wicked smirk, straddling him.
She kissed his lips hard with a moan, loving the way it felt to kiss him. "I'm sorry baby." She breathed into the kiss, apologizing for fucking Dean even though he hadn't really yelled at her for it and she knew she'd do it again. She started to trail her lips along his jaw and neck, kissing his skin slowly and seductively as her fingertips ran down the front of his shirt. "He hit me..." she breathed slowly between kisses, smirking wickedly against his skin, "because I moaned your name while he was fucking me." She whispered in his ear with a dark smirk, unbuttoning a few of his shirt buttons and loosening his tie so she could kiss his chest.
Declan sighed when she lay silently. He was going to sit back in his chair and wait for her to wake, assuming she was asleep, but she opened her eyes after a moment and he sighed, looking at her. He felt awful. He could see the pain in her eyes and he knew he'd put it there. He just wanted to erase it somehow, but he felt entirely helpless because he had no idea how. He'd fucked up big time and he wasn't sure he could fix it.
“So…am…I.” She said, voice raspy, clearly struggling to talk. “But…I’m only…sorry that,” Ophelia paused to cough painfully and he winced. “I’m still alive.” She finished making him feel awful. “Go home.” She breathed weakly and Declan wasn't sure what to do. Above all, he didn't want to cause her anymore pain so he was tempted to leave, figuring that was what she wanted.
He decided against it though. Giving up was what had put her on that hospital bed. He wasn't about to do it again. Declan ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back in his seat, keeping his eyes on her. There was so much he wanted to say to her, but he couldn't find the words and he knew he never would. There weren't words for how much he loved her and needed her in his life.
"I'm not leaving." He shrugged simply, refusing to go. "Besides, even if I wanted to, u couldn't go home. I've got no home to go back to." He sighed honestly. "I told Alice the truth and she kicked me out." He told her, keeping his eyes on her and reaching out, taking her hand again. "I'm not leaving you O." He breathed gently with a sigh. "I won't give up on you. I need you too much." He said softly, hoping she'd believe him, but doubting she would.