Pushed forcibly up against the bedroom wall, Amelia’s bare buttocks slapped the cold plasterboard, again and again, as Rodger took her with enough force to make her head bob. The witch with a flair for emo clothes and wild ideas, was now where she wanted to be, being taken by her lover, and made sure she knew she belonged to him.
The hard biting of his teeth sinking into her shoulder blade, had her cry out his name, begging him not to stop. Her naked body glistened, and the friction between her nipples and his chest, caused them to peak and harden. Amelia was breathing in short sharp pants, barely able to contain herself. Her nails dug into his back, as he held her up by her thighs, and rammed himself repeatedly into her, thrilling Amelia to no end.
So animal like, the sounds of his grunts, and hard rutting was going to make her cum before she could cry his name again.She could feel the pressure of his teeth, punishing her skin, and thought she may bleed. The pain was delicious, as it was pleasurable. Nothing could spoil this moment.
Hearing Amelia call his name only spurred Roger on faster. He could feel the way her body tightened around him and it was driving him closer and closer to completion. Feeling her nails dig into his back, the lieutenant let out a growl while ramming harder. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t stop himself. The combination of her moaning his name and the feel of her nails in his back had him finishing inside of her, a string of grunts escaping him as he braced one hand against the wall. After finishing, Roger fought to control his breathing as he held Amelia up against the wall. Slowly letting her down, his chest heaved up and down as he chuckled breathlessly “Damn, Vampira…” Keeping his hands on her waist, he leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of her head.
He was about to express just how much he loved her when Roger heard his phone going off. Turning to look at his pants crumpled on the floor, his eyes narrowed slightly. Who could be texting him right now? Looking back at Amelia, he offered an apologetic smile “That could be work…one sec.” The lieutenant gently removed his hands and spun around once more, padding over to his pants naked. Pulling out his phone, Roger then opened his text and his eyes widened “Holy shit.” It was Jennifer Wiles, the blonde he had interrogated days ago. Exhaling a deep breath, he quickly texted her back and tossed his phone on the bed. Looking up at Amelia, he was all business “Something happened with that girl caught kissing Manzeli in the club restrooms. She’s at his place now and wants my help. I’m going to shower and shoot over there.” Stepping closer, his eyes softened with concern “You can come…if you can deal with seeing him.”
Not waiting for a response since he felt like something bad had happened with his professional intuition, he quickly headed for the shower. It lasted only five minutes as he was rather speedy about it and soon he was back out shrugging into fresh clothes. Glancing at Amelia, Roger offered yet another apologetic smile “I’m sorry…but something seems wrong.” Walking over to grab his wallet and phone off the bed, he then grabbed his keys off the dresser before turning to look at her “Are you coming?”
Going to get a brush from her bag, it was then she heard Rodger say “Holy Shit”. Wondering what that could be, when she looked up, he said that the text was from Jennifer the girl that had been caught kissing Galtem in the club that night and that she was in some sort of trouble. The thing that was surprising was she was with Galtem. Looks like she did leave William after all.
“You can come…if you can deal with seeing him.” Amelia suddenly looked scared and then backed up. It was not that she didn’t want to see Galtem, she just knew how insanely jealous Rodger got if she was around another man, and Galtem used to be her best friend. Watching him get freshened up and grabbing his keys and wallet, he asked her if she was coming. “I don’t think so. I might stay here, and wait for you, Sir.” she said quietly. It was not that she was disobeying, she just didn’t want him to throw a tantrum if Galtem even looked at her.
Roger looked up at her silently, wondering why she wanted to stay behind. The lieutenant didn’t want to be parted from her again so soon, but he saw fear in her eyes. Stepping towards her boldly, he pulled her into a hug. He wouldn’t apologize again for his possessiveness over her, and he probably never would. She was his, and she was collared. If Amelia were to speak more than three words to Galtem, or if Galtem even looked at her too long, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
After a few moments with his arms wrapped around her, Roger kissed Amelia on the top of her head. Pulling back, he looked down at her with a serious expression “I want you with me, but I understand. Go downstairs and order some take-out so we can eat when I get back. I love sesame chicken.” Lifting a finger to tilt her chin up, he then planted a kiss on her lips. Biting down on her bottom lip, he tugged it once before chuckling darkly. Swatting her ass, Roger then pulled away and turned around without another word. Disappearing out of the bedroom, he left the house to climb into his own car. Soon he was gone.
“I want you with me, but I understand. Go downstairs and order some take-out so we can eat when I get back. I love sesame chicken.”
Amelia would have gone, had it not been for the fact that she knew how insanely jealous Rodger got over Galtem’s friendship with Amelia before the nightclub incident. Amelia just didn’t want to have to go through that again, and felt it best to stay behind and wait for him, like a good girl should. He put in his order of what he wanted for dinner, and she made a small salute, watching him go down to his car, and then leave for Galtem’s.
It was then that Amelia’s cell went off. A text from Shane, who needed help on a missing persons case. This was the worst timing, since she just told Rodger she wouldn’t go with him, and now she was contemplating going back to Shane’s after what happened with Jarvis. Clearly in two minds, she decided, she would pop over…but only for a minute, and then head right back to Rodger’s and get on with getting dinner.
Locking up, she ordered a taxi and made her way to Shane’s.
The yellow taxi pulled up outside Rodger’s, leaving on the meter, as the driver looked back at Amelia. “$10.50, Miss.” Amelia took out her purse, and pulled out a twenty, giving it to the driver. “Keep the change.” With a light shrug, the driver waited for Amelia to get out, and onto the footpath before driving away. The lights to the house were still out, which means that thankfully she had beaten Rodger home. Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted was him to be standing on the door step, a foul expression and being full of questions of where she absconded too. Amelia started her way up to the house, digging in her bag for the key to the front door, which thankfully she found easily. She unlocked the door and let herself, in, placing her bag in the foyer and then pursing her lips. Why was he still out? And what happened to Jennifer this time? What was she, a walking disaster, that needed men to run to her aid 24/7?
Remembering Rodger’s request for Sesame chicken for dinner, she headed over to the phone and dialed the number that was on a fridge magnet stuck to the fridge. Amelia leaned casually as she gave over her order, and then was told it would be about twenty minutes to be delivered. Not bad really. Thanking the girl on the phone, she set it down, and looked at the clock. Fingers crossed dinner got there first. Looking down at herself, she felt pretty grotty, having been over at Shane’s and still wearing the same outfit from the day. Deciding she would take a shower, she went upstairs, and into Rodger’s bedroom, slowly stripping off her outfit, and then her collar, which she set down on the bed.
The bathroom was so neat. Rodger surely liked a place for everything and everything in its place. She reached into the shower cubicle and turned on the water faucets, waiting for the heat to build up, before stepping in and starting to wash her body down with the sweet smelling soap. Amelia undid her pig tails, and washed her hair thoroughly, rinsing and standing under the steady stream, loving the feeling of the hot water splashing and tumbling down her body in a torrent.
Once done, she turned off the faucet and listened to hear if Rodger had come back….still nothing. Grabbing a towel off the rack, she dried herself down, and padded into his closet, turning on the light. There really wasn’t anything her style, but she found a large t’shirt and boxers that would at least keep her modesty intact when it came time to answer the door. She made doubly sure she put her collar back on, and combed her hair out, before heading back downstairs to wait for the take out. As she passed a few candles, they blazed to life, illuminating the room, even the tv came on by itself. Clearly, she was feeling good about herself, perhaps the security of being in Rodger’s house had done the trick.
Thankfully, the door bell rang, and though it wasn’t Rodger, it was dinner. Paying the girl, she took the meals into the kitchen, and started to get out plates and cutlery for when Rodger got home. Amelia felt like a glass of wine, so hunted in the fridge, and then found a good white wine. She poured herself a glass, and leaned against the counter. It was getting late…and still no sign of him.
The candle light had long gone out, and it was way past dinner time. The dining table places were all set, just not used. Amelia had placed the Chinese take out in the fridge, since it was just going to get cold and spoilt. Sighing, she had paced the room, so many times she left tread marks, each time looking out the window, hoping he would come home soon. She had got his text, and texted back, but she didn’t feel like texting him again. That was just overkill, and besides, she was supposed to wait to be called, not the other way around.
Amelia finally flopped down on the couch, and picked up the TV remote, turning on the television. She idly flicked through channel after channel. Nothing on, and nothing worth watching really. Not even the re runs held her attention. Amelia was starting to get annoyed. Why was he taking so long? What was it about Jennifer that had men run to her? William, then Galtem, now Rodger? God, who else did she have tangled in her web of drama? No wonder Melinda couldn’t stand her. Amelia was starting to clue into why. She took up a cushion on the couch and screamed into it, before tossing it across the room in an unusual fit of anger. The candle lights in the room all burst into flame, a sign that her energy was now filtering in through the room, almost charged by her. She calmed herself as she saw what she did. Panting, she quickly went around and extinguished all the flames, but the thought was still in her mind.
She finally caved, tired of waiting up, and decided to just go on up to bed. Amelia knew she would have to go to work in the morning, so waiting up any longer meant less sleep time. Amelia turned off the TV and then headed upstairs, where she crawled into Rodger’s bed, and then snuggled his pillow, going off to sleep.
Roger sped back to his house as fast as he could. He had left Amelia waiting far too long and for nothing. Jennifer had said she wanted his help, but there was really nothing he could do. Until Jennifer could sort through her feelings and decide what she wanted for herself, the lieutenant was no help. In his personal opinion, he believed she should forget William and Galtem altogether and start a fresh life of her own…but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Hundreds of years invested in two men took a lot out of you.
Pulling into the driveway, Roger climbed out and locked his car. Walking up to the door, he opened it up and called out “I’m home, baby!” Sticking his head inside, he saw the lights were out. Sighing softly, he stepped completely inside and shut the door. Had she gone home? Walking into his kitchen, he headed over to the fridge and pulled it open. There was the food they were supposed to share together. With another sigh, he shut the door. Stepping into the dining room, he saw the candle and table was set. Rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, Roger could only stare in silence. His evening alone with Amelia had been ruined.
Soon Roger found himself going upstairs to his bedroom. He hadn’t received a text back from Amelia so he assumed she had gone home and went to bed. The lieutenant couldn’t blame her if she was upset. But as he stepped into his bedroom, there was his perfect woman laying there. With a soft smile, he walked over to stand over her.
She was absolutely stunning. Roger reached down to brush his fingers over her cheek before unbuttoning his shirt. Pulling it off, he then tugged his pants off and padded over to the other side of the bed. Climbing in, he inched closer to Amelia and wrapped an arm around her so he could pull her close. Placing a kiss on the back of her neck, he then closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep with her.
The dinner may have never been eaten, nor had they had the chance to spend the evening together as they had planned, but at the end of the day, when Rodger did come home, he found his girl asleep in his shirt and his bed. Sure she had gone to bed upset that he didn’t make it home in time, but least she didn’t leave.
As she lay in the bed, fast asleep and Rodger crept into the room, she barely stirred, even with the waft of his aftershave. She flinched only slightly as he brushed his fingers over her cheek, and then murmured softly “I love you.” Before succumbing to sleep again.
When Rodger did crawl into bed, and placed his arm around her, to draw her close, she instinctively cuddled in close, though her eyes remained closed to the world
And so they lay fast asleep in each others arms….the new dawn would offer them another chance at love.