- When They Have The Bedroom Talk -

Nina

... Listen to me and listen very carefully, because I'm only gonna say this once. I may or may not be in some kind of an intense situation where I don't know whether I'll come out alive. In case I don't, I want you to know that I love you, Momma! And after I die, I want you to distribute my secret stash of lollipops between Nova and Nate equally and tell them to take care of my lollies like it's their own blood. And if somehow, I found out that they have abused my lollies, I'm gonna haunt their arses and make their lives a living hell. And you know that I don't make empty threats when it comes to my lollies. See you on the other sid-"

"-Time's up, sweetheart!"

I let out a surprised shriek and fumble with my phone, quickly leaving a voice mail to my mother.

Lucien bursts the bedroom door open and comes prowling inside like a man on the mission only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of me; sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the ceiling and whistling cheekily, faking innocence.

Too bad it doesn't work.

Narrowing his green eyes at me, he jerks his chin towards the phone in my hand and questions, "Who'd you call?"

Damn. Busted.

"No one." I gulp audibly and look at him wide-eyed and blurt out, "Definitely not my mum. Nuh uh. No way." I shake my head repeatedly; blinking up at him.

He lets out a breath in a long exhale and kneels down on the floor in front of me, gripping my tiny hands in his large, warm ones and asks quietly, "Why did you call her, sweetness?"

"Gahh!" I throw my hands in the air dramatically and cross my hands over my chest, "What's with the third degree, big fella!? I said I didn't call anyone. Stop torturing me, you sadist!"

"Sweetheart."

I puff out my cheek at his warning tone and mumble, "Fine, you potato! I called her! In fact I had to! Because someone out there has to know that if they find my corpse somewhere in an abandoned alley tomorrow; they should lead the cops to you!"

I shake my head and let out an exaggerated sigh, "I knew our relationship was too good to be true." I sniff dramatically.

Lucien sighs out loud and looks up at the ceiling as if praying to the Lord for some patience and then brings his eyes back to me.

"And why exactly do you think I'm gonna kill you?" Lucien asks, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe that he even had to ask such a question.

I blink twice and happily point out, "Because you threatened to spank me like ten minutes ago." I narrow my eyes and point my index finger at him with an accusing look.

He does a slow blink and mutters, "And?"

"And what?" I look at him confused, "That's it. You threatened me. And you should know that I don't do well with threats. My brain starts imagining things and you know how weird my brain can get. She's going bazooka all over this spanking stuff. Total cuckoo. Cuh-ray-zee, I tell ya!"

He sighs again, his lip twitching as if doesn't know whether to burst out laughing or to shake his head in dismay.

"Well, then. I'm glad to let you know that I'm not gonna kill you." He mumbles and then rolls his eyes at the stupidity of that sentence and the fact that he actually had to say it.

"Hmph." I make a thinking face and mumble to myself, "Did you hear that, brain? He said he's not gonna kill us."

Lucien pinches the bridge of his nose, exasperated and stares up at me with an expectant expression.

All righty then...

"Well," I scratch the back of my head and look at him shyly, "Thanks for clearing that out."

His eyes soften as he chuckles and shakes his head, "The things I do for you, my sweet little weirdo." He leans up and kisses my forehead, lovingly.

I flush prettily and wave my hand shyly in an "Oh! Whatever!" gesture making him let out a chuckle.

Taking my cell phone from my hands, he taps the screen a few times and then holds it to his ear, "Hey, Mrs. Stark. It's Lucien. I just wanna let you know that your daughter's safe. Although I may or may not have some concerns about her being involved with drugs." He shoots me a pointed look.

I gasp out dramatically and look at him with wide accusing eyes, "You potato!"

His lip twitches as he muses into the phone, "Scratch that, Mrs. S. I think your daughter is the reason; drugs exist in the first place. Pretty sure they take Nina's blood to make cocaine."

I duck my chin, crossing my arms over my chest and mumble, "That was mean, you jerk."

He chuckles and sits down beside me, hooking his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into him in a side hug - into which I go willingly (He was indeed, super warm and cuddly!) as he bids farewell to Momma and ends the voice mail, tossing my phone over his shoulder somewhere over the bed.

"I hate you." I state loudly into his chest making him let out an amused chuckle.

"No you don't."

"I really really do."

"Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that."

"Geez, you're so cocky."

"Thanks. My cock really appreciates the compliment." He says, shrugging casually without missing a beat and lifts up my legs and places it sideways over his lap, pulling me closer to his warm hard body so that my cheek rested against his shoulder.

"Why do you have to be such a perv?"

"Why, thank you! I try."

"Nothing I say ever fazes you, huh?"

"Nope. Not really."

"Phew! I'm so glad you're that humble." I roll my eyes, my voice dripping with sarcasm while he chuckles loudly.

"See? You're so lucky to have me."

"Modest as always, I see."

"You know me. Sexy modest Lucien. That's me." He mumbles cheekily and nods affirmatively, "Oh yeah!"

I giggle softly and rub my cheek against his skin, "You're not that sexy."

"Sure thing. And I also burp butterflies." He retorts sarcastically.

"Conceited."

"Gorgeous."

"Arse."

"Beautiful."

"Charmer."

"Sassy."

"Cheeky Italian."

"Sexy."

I blush prettily and then lean forward and bury my face against his throat and softly whisper, "I'm glad we had this chat."

"Me too." He whispers back, tracing intricate designs over my back while he leans down and nuzzles my hair, sniffing my scent and sighing happily, "Mmh. Green apples. Yum-yum."

I giggle against his skin and shake my head, closing my eyes and resting my cheek back against his shoulder.

"Grr!"

We break away from each other and turn around to see Prince staring back at us from the doorway and growling at Lucien.

I lean in towards Lucien and whisper in a hushed voice, "Did I mention my dog can be crazy possessive sometimes?"

Prince waddles towards us and jumps on the bed and sneaks in between us, pushing Lucien out of the way to separate us.

I giggle softly and run my fingers through his fur and scratch him under his ear making him let out a happy whimper as he relaxes in my arms.

Looking up at Lucien, I make a thinking face and mumble, "Do you think I should adopt a doggess so that Prince can fall in love with her and then marry her and then have cute little puppies?" I feel my eyes get bigger as I look at him hopefully and squeak out excitedly.

He blinks twice, "A d-doggess?"

"Well, silly! I can't call her a bitch! It sounds so rude and insulting." I explain and shoot him a 'duh' look.

Prince takes my distraction as an opportunity to lean up and start licking my cheek while Lucien sits there glaring at my dog and narrowing his eyes at him.

I look back at Prince and wonder out loud, "I wonder what Prince would do if I start licking him back."

In an instant, I see Lucien leaning forward and picking my dog into his arms and mumbling against his ear, "Let's go, boy! Mommy is getting weird. Run while you still can, you hear me! Run, boy, run!"

Prince literally rolls his eyes at him but obliges and jumps out of Lucien's arms and starts walking towards the door before turning around to face us and raises one of his fore-legs; showing his paw to Lucien.

That's when it happens.

Lucien and I gasp simultaneously, wide-eyed with our hand over our mouth in shock and awe when we finally register the sight in front of our eyes.

"Ruh roh." I breathe out in awe.

Leaning closer to me, Lucien whispers in a hushed voice, disbelievingly, "Did your dog just give me the finger!?"

I do a slow blink and nod in response, unable to form the words seeing my dog raising one of his middle fingers at Lucien.

My lips curve into a huge grin and I holler at Prince, "Holy Monkey! I have a badass dog! You rock, buddy! Mommy's so proud of you. My baby's all grown up!" I wipe a fake tear and sigh happily when I watch his retreating form.

I place my hand over my heart and sigh dreamily, a happy goofy smile curving over my lips.

"Your dog just gave me the finger!" Lucien rasps out, still staring wide-eyed at the door, disbelievingly.

I rub my hand over his bicep in a sympathetic gesture and coo, "Ah, hunny! Don't worry! Dogs just have four fingers; you can just pretend he raised his index finger. No biggie!"

"No biggie?" Lucien blinks twice and turns to face me, "No biggie? Your dog just flipped me the bird. How's that no biggie!?"

"Psh! Everyone knows that dogs take after their owners. So obviously, after years and years of watching me being a badass; I guess Prince thought that it was time to take the matters into his own hand. Pfft! Like I said - no biggie!" I shrug causally and wave my hand dismissively.

Lucien whips his head at me and does a slow blink before falling back on the bed and bursting out into laughter; clutching his stomach.

"You... a badass?" He croaks out in between and roars into laughter.

I narrow my eyes at him and cross my arms over my chest, "Yes, I'm a badass. You got a problem with that?"

I lean in closer and raise my fist, "You see these? These are my fist of fury. And these guns," I say showing him my barely-there biceps and continue, "can knock the potato salad out of any punk's brain. I tell ya, buddy, when I die; my headstone will read, 'Nicolina Stark: Founder of Weirdness Incorporated. Queen of Badassery.'"

Before I could even blink, Lucien doubles over his laughter and clutching his stomach and wheezes out, "Dear God! My stomach hurts!"

I just look at him and shoot him my iciest glare and poke my tongue out at him for extra effect and jump out of the bed and start walking towards the door with an extra sway of my hips.

That jerky jerkface!

My subconscious snorts, rolling her eyes and snickering, "You do realize the closest thing you've done to becoming a badass was shaving Nate's hair when you were seven."

Hmph.

That was a really badass thing to do.

Especially doing it while the poor guy was sleeping.

Totally worth it, though.

I smile happily and give myself a mental pat on my back, still remembering the way Nate chased me through the house after he woke up, bellowing curses at me all the way.

Though he did get back at me the next day, when he casually informed me that he 'accidently' lost his pet tarantula somewhere around my bedroom.

That's when I decided that being a badass was maybe not for me.

Yeesh! A big no-no.

"Fuckin' hell babe!"

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear Lucien's husky voice rasp out those words and I stiffen immediately; the hair over the back of my neck standing up.

Just hearing those three simple words made my heartbeat quicken and a shiver ran down my spine. Not in a bad way. A good - a really good way. A shiver that made me anticipate that something really really good was about to happen.

What made it so was the fact that his husky voice was so raw, so primal that you could almost feel the hunger in the undertone softly caressing your skin.

And it was that huskiness in his voice that made me turn.

I really shouldn't have.

It was as if he just notices his shirt covering my body, he slowly trails his darkened eyes down my length and back up again while his jaw clenches and his hands fists tightly over the comforter.

That's when I feel it.

The air around us electrifying and turning thick making it hard to breathe as I see Lucien slowly making his way over to me in a slow, calculated movement like a predator stalking his prey.

I gulp loudly and start backing away; feeling Lucien's aura change into somewhat... dark and dominating making my breathing accelerate.

Hot damn.

I gasp out loud and do a little jump when I feel the skin of my back bump against the cold wall behind me.

Taking advantage of my distraction, Lucien moves in quickly and pins me against the wall with his hands tightly gripping my hips; making me have no choice but to place my hands over his drool worthy biceps.

"Lucien, what are you-"

"- Stop talking." He immediately commands in a deep voice; a voice that was simply meant to be obeyed. No questions asked.

Holy crudsikles.

I part my lips and immediately shut up and let out a shaky breath, looking up at him through my lashes all the while squirming under his smouldering eyes.

Dipping his face down, he kisses my temple before moving his lips towards my ear and softly whispering, "Didn't think you could get more gorgeous, sweetness."

A soft gasp escapes my lips and I look up at him, while he continues, backing away and looking straight into my eyes, "Sheer beauty."

I part my lips and feel my eyes moisten, while he continues to stare at me with warm yet possessive green orbs.

Quirking his lips in a cocky smirk, he continues, "Although, I would like it even more if I got to rip my shirt off of you and carry your naked body around like a caveman." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and winks at me.

That's when I shriek out, looking up at him with my teary eyes and a very flushed face, "You can't do that!"

He does a slow blink and looks at me in amusement, "Pardon?"

I sniff twice and lift up my chin, declaring loudly, "You can't talk sweet one second and then be a potato the next. That's just not fair, you bum!"

His lips curve into a beautiful smile and he simply whispers back, "Don't give a fuck as long as I get to see those sweet cheeks flush pretty pink in front of my eyes. Fuckin' beautiful."

Oh my.

My lower lip quivers and I softly cry out, "Now you're being sweet again!"

Leaning his face closer, his eyes darkens and he rasps out, "Guess it's time for me to a potato again, huh?"

I blink twice, looking confused, "Wha-"

He interrupts me by curving his lips into a sinister smirk that made my belly flutter in a whole new way; not knowing the words he was gonna say next was gonna make the flutter vanish altogether.

Poof.

"Didn't think I forgot about the punishment now, did you sweetheart?" He whispers darkly, his hands tightening over my hips.

I'm so screwed.

I gulp audibly, my heart leaping onto my throat, my skin breaking out into goose bumps. I quickly shrink back against the wall and yell out, clenching my eyes shut, "Please don't hurt me!"

'Je-sus, Nina!' My subconscious yells out, exasperated, "Could you not be a dorky dork for a minute and try to act cool?"

I mentally clear my throat and shoot her a pointy look.

Well then! Moving on...

I peek open my eyes while I hear Lucien let out a chuckle and murmur an amused, "So fucking innocent."

Looking down at me, he softly whispers, "Punishments aren't always physical, bella. They can be mental, emotional, psychological," he trails off just so he could lean closer and nuzzle my nose with his; his lips almost touching mine as he smirks, "Sometimes even sexual."

My heart thuds under my chest and I let out a shaky breath, "Se-sexual?"

"Mmh hmm." He murmurs casually, his lips softly brushing against my jaw, trailing a slow, seductive path towards me ear, all the way whispering in his deep husky voice, "Just think about it. Turning someone on so bad that they writhe underneath you, covered in sweat, aching for your simple touch; a touch that would send them flying to the heavens, reaching for the stars. But knowing that no matter how hard they beg, how loud they cry out, how painstakingly they ache; you're not gonna send them over the edge by simply denying them the pleasure; again and again and again. Know how painful that can be?"

A soft whimper escapes past my lips hearing his husky voice in my ear, his lips at my jaw working stealthily; starting soft but slowly building up heat, his erection digging into my lower belly while his hands softly traces the hem of my knickers over my thighs.

Smirking against my skin, he whispers in observation, "So that's how your sweet whimper sounds like."

Hot damn.

I look up at him and muster up all my energy to whisper out, "Why are you doing this?" I tilt my head to the side as he slowly takes my earlobe between his teeth and rolls his hot tongue over it earning a shudder.

Grinning at my reaction, he states, "Like I said before, sweetheart. You've been a naughty girl. Besides, it'll help you learn a lesson."

My chest heaves against him as I softly blurt out, "Le-lesson?"

"Mmh hmm." He whispers, burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply, "You should know that it isn't safe to tease a sleeping lion."

"Lion?" I blink twice then straighten up and mumble, making a thinking face, "Is comparing yourself to lion your way of telling me that you like doing it doggy style; because you should just say so, I'm really bad at catching hints. Like - really ba-"

I jump in my step and looking at him wide-eyed when he slams his hands on either side of my head with a loud thud; his eyes flaring and darkening till it almost looked black.

Dipping his face dangerously closer to my face, he rasps out, "I swear to God, Nina. If you don't stop fucking teasing me now; I won't stop when you beg me to when I fuck you hard later until you ache!"

Holy Batman!

"Lucien." I let out a breathy moan, unable to stop myself and dig my nails into his arms; raising my hips and rubbing it against his, while he sucks in a breath and growls in approval.

That's when I look at him and blurt out, "You should seriously consider selling your tongue on eBay after you die; it must be worth a fortune given all the hot things you could do with it!"

He blinks twice, before a grin curves over his lips as he stares at me with a flicker of humour in her eyes.

That's when I hear a familiar feminine voice yell out, "Woo-hoo! It's happening! You go, chica! Get some of that hot meat!"

Lucien and I stiffen immediately; almost scared to take the next breath when we hear another masculine voice call out, "Hey Luk- Ahh! Oh my God! My eyes! My eyes! They're burning! My eyes!"

Imagine my embarrassment when another voice cheers on, "Holy Panda! Against the wall, that's so fucking hot! Rachel approves! By the way, Coco, honey, told you they'd be humping each other like monkeys, now where's my ten bucks?"

That's when the fourth voice mutter a clipped, "Damn it, Nina! Couldn't you have hold onto your cherry for another week? Cost me ten bucks, shortie! You know how much I hate losing."

I slowly peek over Lucien's shoulder to see Lucien's brother Levi with both of his hands over his eyes, muttering, "My poor innocent eyes," over and over again.

Beside him was his very pregnant fiancée Elena who was jumping in her spot, and I swear I knew that she was totally wishing that she had a pom-pom right about now.

Lucien puts his arms around my shoulder and cradles me into his chest, hiding me from their view and looks over his shoulder at Levi and yells, "How the fuck did you get in here?"

Levi shoots him a cheeky grin and lifts up the keys in his hands and jiggles them in response.

Lucien sighs out loud and grunts, "I gave you those keys for emergency purposes, Lev. Not for barging inside for any reason when I'm in here enjoying my time with my girl."

I hear multiple gasp and more staring when they hear Lucien refer to me as his girl. My cheeks immediately flush pink and I duck my head, burying it in his massive chest and wrapping my hands around his waist and I swear I feel some of his anger wash away as he grunts in approval.

Mmh. Me likey.

Levi looks back and forth between us and whispers softly, "I have news, Luke. But I don't reckon it can be bigger than the one in front of my eyes. You got some 'splaining to do, bruh."

Looking back at the crowd, Levi commands, "Come on, gang! Let's give them their space. Move on to the living room. Chop chop!"

The gang slowly move out of the room one by one; Levi being the last one who looks at us over his shoulder, his expression soft as he whispers, "Happy for you, lil' bro."

Lucien hands tightens against my skin in response as we both look at Levi who smiles warmly at us before walking away and closing the door.

Lucien immediately looks down at me and places his hand on my cheek; softly caressing my skin, "Got my brother's stamp of approval, sweetheart."

Mmh. I guess I did.

I smile shyly up at him and immediately duck my chin; my cheeks getting warm as he chuckles softly at my shyness.

"Lucien?" I mumble against his chest, looking up at his chin, unable to meet his eyes.

"Right here, sweetness."

"I... um... I," I trail off and then look down and shake my head, "It's nothing."

Placing his thumb in my chin, he lifts my face up and looks straight into my eyes, his eyes studying me intently, "What is it?"

I part my lips and let out a shaky breath and whisper in a low voice, "I ache."

He immediately sucks in a breath and I feel his muscles tighten in response; his eyes turning back to the darker shade. Jaw clenching, he turns to look at door over his shoulder as if double checking that it was shut closed.

Then he turns back at me, his eyes flaring as he lets out a ragged breath and pulls me closer with his hands over the small of my back so that my curves were lined up against his sculpted muscles.

Looking down at me with hooded eyes, he whispers in a deep voice, "Have you ever touched yourself, bella?"

I blink twice, "Well, duh!"

What kind of question was that?

He stares at me astonished, disbelievingly, as if he expected me to say no, "You have?"

"Of course, I have! I mean, the one who haven't touched oneself would be a smelly little bugger 'cause everyone has to touch themselves when they bath. What kind of a question was that?" I mumble, looking up at him with the raised eyebrow.

He does a slow blink and I swear I could just feel him mentally face-palming himself.

Hmph.

He lets out an amused chuckle as he shakes his head, muttering, "So damn innocent," under his breath.

Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, he whispers, enquiring, "I meant to say, have you ever pleasured yourself?"

"Pleasured?"

"Mmh hmm. Fingered yourself, made yourself climax, masturbated; thinking it was someone else who was doing it to you. Played with yourself." He murmurs, studying my expression closely and grinning at my reaction.

My cheeks flushes and I squeak out, "No."

He smirks and whispers against my lips, "Just as I expected."

Caressing my cheeks with his knuckles, he tilts his head to the side and asks, "What about toys? Do you have any?"

I blink twice, "Toys?"

"You know, vibrators, dildos, butt plu-"

"- No I don't." I cut him off, blushing hard, squirming in his arms making him let out a chuckle.

Hmph. I'm glad that bugger could find my embarrassment hilarious.

Not.

Sighing happily, he whispers huskily, licking his lips seductively, "Damn. I'm so gonna love corrupting your innocent mind."

I shudder and roll my eyes close in bliss when I feel his hands dips underneath my shirt as he softly trails his fingers up my spine in a barest caress.

"One." He states, making me open my eyes to look up at him; seeing his eyes hooded and his jaw clenched.

"Huh?" I whisper softly, looking up at him in confusion.

"I'm giving you one tonight." He declares, looking down at me with hunger green eyes.

"One what?" I whisper, blinking twice.

His lips curve into a slow grin as he leans forward and rasps out, "Orgasm."

I feel my jaw drop as I continue to stare at him with wide eyes.

He continues talking, tilting his head to the side, "Or two, if you prefer."

When I don't respond, he grins, "How bout five?"

I feel my knees buckle against him as he continues, "I could go for ten; but that's a little greedy don't you think?"

As if waking up from a coma, I blink twice, looking at him dazed and heavy lidded and squeak out, "One's good."

"Glad you think so." He whispers and leans for to kiss my cheek before winking at me and pulling away.

I lean back, my expression dazed as I see him stride towards the door as if he hadn't just rocked my world and I wasn't looking at him with a love sick expression on my face.

What the hell just happened?

I breathe hard, my chest heaving while my heart thuds against my chest as I gulp loudly, hoping my knees don't give out underneath me with all the sexual tension.

Opening the door wide, Lucien turns around to look at me, staring intently as a serious expression overcomes his face and he asks, "You frustrated yet?"

Well, duh.

I look up at him and study his features, the light coming from the hallway making his face glow as compared to the dim light in bedroom casting a soft shadow on the floor behind him.

His dark blonde hair softly brushed against his forehead, his dark eyebrows knitted together as he awaited my response, his full lips pursed, jaw clenched casting a five 'o' clock shadow as he stared at me with a firm yet solemn expression.

My eyes trailed down his prominent Adam's apple towards his broad shoulders, sculpted pecs with the tattoo over his ribs; fitting perfectly against his tanned skin, hard abs, narrow lean hips and long legs covered by his pyjama bottoms.

I look back up at him, feeling my eyes soften and I answer in a thick voice feeling my throat clog with raw emotion, "Yeah."

His lip quirks as he takes in my expression and his body relaxes, his expression turning soft and he replies curtly, "Good."

"Remember this day, mio amore." He says, searching my face and then continuing in a low whisper, "Life as you know it... is about to change."

Just as he was about to turn around, I clench my eyes shut and call out, "Lucien."

He stops in his steps and his eyes reaches mine when I open them and he raises his eyebrow.

And then I ask him the question I wanted to ask him since the first time we met.

"Why me?" I breathe out, looking straight into his eyes and I force myself to gulp down the air down my throat.

His face clears out, adoration reflecting in his expression, as a beautiful smile curves his lips and he simply replies:

"Because you're my sweetness."

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