"What the hell are you even doing here, Elle?" Honey's voice was a little quieter now, some of his own anger leeched out to be replaced by something else, something more fearful. Elle stared at him for a long moment, considering to just ignore his question, and the mission she was given, and turn around and leave. But instead she sighed and pulled the envelope from the pocket of her dress.
"I was asked to drive over here and deliver this. No one else at the farm was available, so I was the lucky one. Whoopee!" she held it out with one hand and Honey hesitantly took it.
"It's from Carla?"
Elle nodded, "I suppose. Hot Wheels said Carla needed it delivered, so … here I am."
"Look, next time – " Honey paused, looking at her through the thick darkness in the small room, "things are getting dangerous here – "
"I noticed," Elle snorted, but Honey just continued.
"I mean it, Elle. Be careful when you're here, okay? Don't come alone again," his voice was serious, earnest almost, and for a second Elle wished that she could see his eyes. He was so good at masking his true emotions, his real thoughts, but she could always read them in his dark, melting gaze.
Sudden nerves hit her, hard. Those damned butterflies were back in full force and she had to swallow hard against the feeling as she took a hasty step backwards. And ran smack into a bucket full of brooms and mops. With shaking hands she tried to right them but it was impossible in the cramped space.
And then it hit her. This was it. This was the room. The same one that they had been in before. The same one where Honey had made her cry his name, had made her beg for him. Had made her lose control. She could feel it happening again. That same sweet, liquid pull. The desire like a physical ache crashing over her body like a tidal wave, threating to sweep her away. No, not again. She couldn't let it happen again.
She could see the realization dawn hot and instant in Honey's eyes, even through the dim light, burning her. She could hear it in his quick, drawn in breath and the way his body tensed, every muscle tightening at the memory.
Desperate, Elle cast about for something, anything, to distract her and her gaze fell on the towel wrapped haphazardly around his right hand.
"What – " she had to stop, swallowing hard to get moisture back into her suddenly dry mouth, "What happened?"
"Hmm?" Honey whispered, taking a sliding step forward that had her pulse doing all kinds of acrobatics.
"Y – your hand. What happened to your hand?"
"Oh, this. It's just a cut. I wasn't careful and broke one of those old glasses while I was cleaning."
"What?" Elle asked, her concern switching from her own turbulent desires to his injury, "Let me see," she ordered, and with an expression that said his thoughts were far away from his cut, he held it up for her.
"Darn, it's too dark in here," Elle muttered as she tried to see it. It was deep, and dark with blood, but she couldn't see just how bad it was, "Come on."
Gently, she held his wrist in one hand, trying to ignore the singing heat that followed after the contact as she dragged him out of the small closet and down the hallway that led to the bathroom.
Luckily, Honey followed with little more than a disappointed sigh for which she was grateful. She didn't know just how strong her resistance was at the moment. Far too weak against him, she was afraid.
She pointed to a stool propped up in one corner.
"Sit down. Over there. And don't move," Elle said, ignoring the sardonic way one corner of his mouth quirked up.
"As you command."
***
Honey watched in amusement as Elle stomped to the sink, rummaging underneath for anything that resembled a first aid kit. He wished her good luck but didn't think she'd find anything more than old dishrags and some mold growing under there.
He shouldn't have been surprised, though when a moment later she was stomping back, her arms full of disinfectant cream, clean towels and bandages. It was Elle Watson after all. A woman more full of surprises than anyone else he'd ever met.
One corner of his mouth started to tilt up in a grin but it faded as Elle reached out and grabbed his injured hand none too gently.
"Ouch!"
"Oh, stop being such a baby," Elle muttered, not even looking up as she unwound the blood stained towel, holding his hand this way and then that, examining it like a surgeon. This time, nothing could stop the small, lopsided grin that curved up his lips as he looked down at the top of her head.
Her blond hair looked like silk gleaming under the fluorescent lights and he breathed deep as she leaned closer, too absorbed in her work cleaning his cut that she didn't even notice that she was just bare inches away from him. But he did. Oh hell, did he notice. And so did the rest of his body as every part of him tightened in painful agony.
Her scent invaded his senses, drawing deep into his lungs as he inhaled and he could almost taste the sweet spiciness of her. He wanted more. It was addictive, the way she smelled. The way his body felt like a million tiny lightning bolts were firing across his skin whenever she was near. The way the whole world got just a little brighter, a little cleaner. And it was all because of her. Because of Elle.
Honey forced himself to stay still as she worked and it was pure torture. He could think of a hell of a lot more things he'd rather be doing with her just about then, but for the moment there was something so sweet in her actions, so earnest.
He couldn't remember the last time someone had taken care of him. Years probably, decades.
"You must not have known a lot of very good people, then," Elle said softly and Honey realized with a start that he must have spoken out loud.
"Yeah, well, good people are few and far between in my world,"he said with a rough laugh, rubbing his neck with his free hand.
"Your world?" Elle said, a question in her voice but then she looked up at him, shaking her head, the look in her dark eyes drawing him in, trapping him as firmly as any cage, "No, Honey. There's just one world, and we're all in it together. There is always dark, but there's always light too."
"Light," Honey snorted softly, her words making his chest tighten painfully with an emotion he couldn't put a name too. Longing, maybe? "I haven't seen a whole lot of that in my life." It was more than he'd meant to say, more than he'd meant to reveal but it was too late to take the words back.
In the silence that followed, a thick tension rose like smoke to wrap around them, encompassing them, drawing him closer and closer to her and then it was too much. He had to have a taste of her sweetness, a taste of that light she was talking about. He needed her.
His lips landed on hers in a feather light kiss made them both gasp. He was shaking with the strain to keep things gentle, to take it slow, but, like always, one taste of her and every instinct inside him went wild.
Everything inside him howled for her, howled for him to finally make her his own but he fought it, his hands clenched white-knuckled on the stool to keep from wrapping around her and pulling her close. As close as he could. As close as two people could be.
For one brief, delicious moment he could feel Elle melt against him, her soft curves pressing against his own hard muscles and it was absolute heaven. But then, again, she was pulling away, shaking her head as she reached her fingertips up to trace her lips, where his own had just been.
The flushed look she gave him almost sent him to his knees, the desire burning in her gaze raw and almost as wild as his. But beneath that was panic and doubt and fear and so many other emotions that he couldn't untangle them. And so he sat there, painfully aware of her, fighting against his own needs, as she spoke.
"Why do you always do that?"
"Do what?" he asked roughly, still trying to get his body back under control. It looked like it would be more cold showers for him.
"Kiss me when you don't want to talk about something. Try to distract me."
"Does it work?" Honey asked, looking up at her from under his brows, trying to gauge her. The tone was so serious, like she was really trying to figure something out, to figure him out.
Good luck with that, he sneered silently. More women than he could count had tried. And failed. In the end, he was never enough. The thought made something uncomfortable shift inside him and he forced a sardonic smile to his still tingling lips.
"I'd rather kiss you than talk, so sue me."
"You are a caveman," Elle huffed, whatever spell that had risen up between them popping like a bubble as she turned away, shoving the rest of the unused bandages under the sink and slamming the cupboard door shut.
"Where are you going?" Honey asked as she started to head for the exit.