His Little Flower (Felix and Flora)

I climbed up the stairs to Felix’s room. His door was slightly aja, so I just stepped right in. Felix was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling listening to some music. When he saw me come in, he sealed and turned away.

“Hey.” I said softly. “I know you’re mad, but I just really need a hug right me.”

He sighed, but he shifted a little bit on the bed, making space for me. I got under the covers with him, and after a minute felt his arms twisting armand me, palling me in tightly. He put his head in the crook of my neck. I felt instantly better with his arms around me.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Just the usual.” I was so tired of even explaining the same stuff over and over again. My parents are fighting, I think my Dad hates me. I am scared for myself and I am scared for my mother. I am deathly afraid of my father.

He didn’t say anything to that. He got it, too. We lay there for a while, his arms tight around me. Finally, he sighed. His eyes were shut, like he was half asleep. But I could feel his fast breathing on my neck. “Why do you torture me so, Flora? His tone was whiny and his voice airy.

“What?”

“You torture me.” He whispered. “You’re so beautiful. And I can’t touch you. And you don’t let me keep you from other men.

“I don’t want any other men.” I told him.

“They want you, th

you, though.” His hand travelled up from my stomach to my neck, till it lay there. Possessively bolding my neck, but not squeezing.

“I didn’t know Jason would do that. We don’t even talk much.”

Felix pat a little pressure in his grip on my neck. It sent a delicious tingle down my spine. I wanted to moan. “Liar”

I turned to look at him. He was staring down at me, a fierce look in his eyes. I gulped. It always felt so strange when he looked at me like that. Like he wanted to devour me. Lately, this look on his face had been more frequent

Felix tilted my chin up with two fingers. “It makes me so mad, Flora”

We were still in bed, under the covers. But it felt like I was cold and chilly all over. Shivering.

ty words came out in a hoarse whisper.

“I’m sorry.” My

“Yeah?” He grinned. ” “You’re sorry, flower?”

I nodded. My breath hitched.

Felix leaned in, and 1 almost thought he was going to kiss me. But his mouth landed on my neck. He kissed my neck softly, up till my jaw, peppering sweet kisses all on my skin. At one point, he stopped and sucked for a bit. I let out a sound I didn’t know I was capable of making.

Oh, this was all so…

I had not seen this coming. But why would I ever protest against this?

“You can touch me, you know?” I said, referring to his statement from before. He heard it. And he seemed to agree. Felix’s hand came to rest on my breast. He lightly touched my nipple from over my top. I was so turned no; my nipples were rock hard. I felt him pinch my nipple, and squealed

“No one else gets to touch you, Flora.” His voice was rough and growl. “No one else gets to think about you. Gets to see you, speak to you. I’ll kill. anyone who looks at you.”

“No one else, Felix.” I assured him. I was almost writhing under him, desperate for him to touch me. Down there.

“Please,” I whispered. We bot

We both knew what I wanted. But he shook his head. “Not yet, baby.”

Felix continued his assault on my neck. I knew when we were done, I’d have so many murks on my neck. But I wanted them. I knew I’d look at them

every chance I could. He had marked me. I was his. Something inside me loved that. The thought of him claiming me as his. Like I belonged to him.

I felt Felix’s hand snake down my abdomen. Down my chest and my stomach, till it rested right at the spot I wanted it. He pressed two fingers, night over my jeans. It was nothing, but I was so starved for his touch it felt like I’d explode. I began writhing on his fingers, but he stopped me with a sharp. “Stay still”

He took his hand away, and enfolded me in a snuggle again. I was breathing so hard, I had to take a moment to settle down.

Felix chuckled. “Who knew, Flora? You’d get so riled up.”

1 was suddenly feeling so shy, I closed my eyes and pressed into him more, trying to dissolve into thin air.

“Don’t worry. It was hot.” He said. “I’m going to do so many terrible, temible things to you, Flora. When you’re ready. I have so many plans for you.”

I couldn’t wait for it

“And no more Jason, alright? Or any other guy”

I nodded. “You shouldn’t have beat him up. You got in trouble, too, because of it.”

“I don’t care.” He really didn’t. But that wasn’t a good thing. “Anyone comes near you. They’re getting beat up.”

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, Felix. Be nicer to people. He just asked me to prom. It was nothing.”

There was a pause. “What were you going to say?”

“I don’t know.” I teased, “No one else asked me. Might have said yes.”

“Shut up.” He grumbled, “You’re going with me.”

*1 didn’t know that. When did that happen

His eyes widened, “I thought it’s a given.”

“You have to ask me, Felix. You can’t take me for granted.”

He thought for a moment. “Sure, I will. But I’m sure you’ve already planned your outfit. And mine, too. I know you, Flora.” He booped my nose. “Tilly put this into your head, huh?”

I frowned. “I guess. But I want a cute proposal Just because it’s a given doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do something special for me.”

“I’m sorry, Blower.” Felix Eightly kissed my forehead. “I promise I’ll do something nice. You’ll like it

I nodded happily.

In his arm, I don’t know when I fell asleep. Or for how long. I dreamed of a life in the past, a small, sweet home. Free of the realities of the modern world. Of my world, right now, Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

When I woke up, Felix wasn’t in bed. I could hear him taking a shower. The sound of the water lulled me back to sleep.

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