When the Devil comes to the door he always looks mocking and half-way angry. You can see he has sympathy for nothing. It's written on his forehead that he can love no one.
-Goethe

"I've said it before Emma," Xavier continues in a snap. "I hate when someone says 'Bitch' too loud and you snap your head up like they said your name. I hate when you let someone hurt you, without telling them even if they're not trying to or joking around you're honestly in pain. I hate how you act like you could care less about what happens to yourself. I hate how much you care about me."

I frown, dusting myself off to stand. 

I won't interrupt him but I don't like how that sounded.

"I hate how you make the people around you so attached, like you're a magnet. I hate how most days it feels impossible to let you go. I hate how you make me not willing to breath because of a kiss. I hate how you make me loose all my self control." Xavier is finally yelling, finally letting his anger out. "I fucking hate how you made me love you and then give yourself up for me."

Love.

He loves me?

"That's my job, it's my job to deal with people like Mike. It's my job to protect you because unless you get so fucking scared that you black out you can't take care of yourself. I have to protect you, I need to protect you. And you throw your own safety away the second I freeze, Emma if you didn't make Cal tackle me I would have killed Mike for cutting you with that knife." I suck in a breath at this. "You're 5'2, you weigh little over a hundred, I can barely use half my strength without thinking I'm about to break something and you made me leave you alone in a room with a woman beater, with a known rapist, with a killer who's the same size as Cal. You made me leave you! How could you make me fucking leave you?"

When his voice cracks the tears that I was able to keep inside spilled down my cheeks, I took a shaky breath before launching myself at him.

My arms snake around his neck, my legs wraps around his hips as he stumbles a step -clearly not prepared for me to jump on him.

"I wasn't in control of myself. Please Xavier, please don't think that I'd ever purposely let you leave me. If I had my way I'd never hurt your dad, just pin him down or something so the police could handle it." My voice trembles as my body shakes, feeling slightly disgusted with myself. "I hate that I hurt someone. I lost time, and I woke up to find out I broke like half the bones in his body and turned his face to mush. I hate that I did that. I hate hurting people. I hate that I hurt people even if it was Mike. Even if he deserved it and I know he deserved it. I hate that I'm capable of that. I, I don't want to be capable of that."

"You seriously didn't know what you were doing? What you were asking? What you said?" I shake my head, the Devil sighs in defeat and grips my waist to keep me stable while putting me on my feet. "I'm really trying to calm down right now."

"How can I help?" I ask, craning my head to look at him as he stands to his full height.

It never fails to shock me just how tall he is.

Xavier's thump comes up, running over my bottom lip as his eyes attach to the same spot.

"Please..."

Instead of responding I go on my toes, pressing a small kiss against him.

Now's not the time to get overly passionate, and my main goal right now is to comfort him and trying to do stuff like that is the opposite of what he needs at the moment.

He needs a girlfriend, someone that can kiss away his worries.

So that's what I do. 

We stay like this for a while, until I don't feel his hands trembling against my sides in restrained self control. I know when Xavier is upset, he really  likes to punch things.

Then he pulls away, sighing deeply. "I hate it when I'm like this."

"You're human, it happens." I backtrack, moving my eyes over his muscular body with a fake suspicious look. "Well, mostly human. There's a little wolf in there too."

"Ha ha." He rolls his eyes at me, glancing to the edge of the cliff. 

I narrow my eyes at him, my heart picking up it's pace as I imagine falling off or being hanged over it. 

"Jump with me." The Devil says, a true fallen angel. I snort at his proposition, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Fat chance at getting me to do that." 

"Fine, but that means you're going all the way back down alone." Xavier says, making my eyes widen and panic bloom in my chest. "And knowing you going down is harder than coming up."

"Why can't you just come with me?" I whine. "That way I'll go swimming with you."

"Jumping is easier. Get's you wet faster. It sucks to get wet slow." He reasons.

"That's what she said." I snicker. My 'more mature' boyfriend shoots me a look but otherwise ignores me.

"You're body will get used to the water faster, you won't have goosebumps, you'd be pressed against me shirtless-"

"Fine," I roll my eyes, feeling my blush rise as he smirks. My stupid Wolf boy knows exactly how to get what he wants from me. "But just so you know you get more out of this deal than I do."

"Oh," Xavier grins, and it's feral. "I'm well aware."

"Why do I feel like I just made a deal with the..." I trail off, raising my eyes sheepishly to his amused ones. "Well, you know."

"You did just make a deal with the Devil," He licks across his lips, letting the Devil's sharp teeth flash. "And you're going to enjoy this one."

I gulp. "Am I now?"

"Hell yes."

"Nice pun."

"Shush and strip." He commands, making me giggle. "Don't worry, I'll come back up for our clothes."

"Should I leave my shirt on or?" I ask, looking around yet again. 

"We're alone, and I doubt Cal will come back." Xavier says, grinning. "It's you and me, not to mention it would help." At my dubious look and wiggling eyebrows my boyfriend rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed with my dirty mind. "I meant so I can see you're not hurt, but I may have to go ask your mom for that final answer."

"Why's that?" I ask, scrunching up my nose with pouting lips as I think of my mom. 

"Because," Xavier smirks, giving me a once over before a knocking gently against my forehead. "I think you may have been thrown at a wall as a baby."

"Hey!" I shout, slapping his hand away from me. 

Instantly he starts laughing, the sound making me relax as I watch his dimples appear. 

I love his dimples.

Love. 

We have to address that -but I'm not even sure he knew he said that.

"You're such a dick." I mutter.

"I wouldn't complain if I was you, you love my dick."

I blush profoundly at this, raising a single finger to him. "Fuck you, Wolf."

"Only if you ask nicely, Carter." Xavier says with a wink, nearly making me swoon. "On second thought I'd do it no matter what way you asked."

"No seriously, fuck you." I grumble, noticing how my heart has picked up for a different reason. 

"Is that a suggestion?" My Wolf boy steps up to me, a rumble in his chest. "Or a command."

"Up to you." I grit out, my eyes flicking back to the cliff. "Let's just get this over with."

"Me fucking you or jumping? Because if it's the first option I prefer to take my time." Xavier bites his lip, giving me a all too suggestive look that actually makes me think about it.

Kill me now.

"No...no," I shake my head. "Jumping. Later."

"Oh so there's a later." He laughs. "When's that?"

"When you learn to control your god damn mouth, you're already my boyfriend Xavier, you don't need to keep flirting with me." I tell him, watching him roll his eyes with his bottom lip still between his teeth.

If this boy doesn't stop being so sexy we're going to have a major problem.

"I'm you're boyfriend, which is why I do need to keep flirting with you." Xavier shrugs. "I'm your flirty boyfriend, yeah, sounds right."

"Just shut up." I beg him.

"And strip, right?"

In respond I take off one of my shoes, throwing it so fast that it smacks into his chest and he gives a small grunt and begins to glare at me. 

A few minutes later we're pressed chest to chest, Xavier held me up with a arm around my waist. One of his hands keep my head pressed into his collarbone, not letting me see what we're about to drop off of.

"And you're sure this is safe?" I ask f or the hundredth time.

"Princess, I wouldn't bring you here if it wasn't safe. I promise you won't get hurt at all, just enjoy the free fall." He says.

Funny coming from the Devil, free falling is what he's best at.

"Just jump." I mutter, shuffling even closer to him. 

"Didn't need to tell me twice," He says, but doesn't move as I go rigid. I shake my head to tell him I can't do this, which he nudges up so I'm staring up at him. "May I?"

With a nod he slams his lips onto mine, successfully distracting me by grabbing onto my bare hips and letting his long fingers splay out onto my ass.

Gasping I shudder as he moves further, letting his tongue slip inside my mouth while squeezing me. 

He bites my lip before kissing me again, laughing suddenly but then I realize it's because we tumble off the cliff side a second later. 

I barely have time to process the fall.

And I wasn't afraid.

With his hands still gripping my hips the water surrounds me, making me shiver -even though it's no where near as cold as I thought it would be. 

Dropping me we both quickly swim to where we'll be able to talk, seeing as there's a quick drop off of the sand.

Where I have to kick off the bottom to surface, Xavier can stand on the surface just fine with the water coming just below his shoulders. 

I'll just have to live with being short, seeing as I come to his mid bicep and therefore much easier to drown in what is shallow water.

I'd die in the five foot section of the pool.

Tiny people.

Bah.

"You good Princess?" He asks, sending me a small splash.

"Good," I huff. "Just drowning."

The Devil has the audacity to laugh at me, making me send him a face full of water. 

"Emma!" He scolds me, I glare at him when I realize how clear this water is.

It starts clear, despite how turquoise is appears I can see everything until the drop, then it goes to  a deep blue that almost matches Xavier's eyes.

But my point is that both our bodies are on display, and I feel my face heat up despite him having seen me naked many times before.

"Come 'mere." He says, wrapping a warm hand around my wrist before quickly dropping it. "I want to show you something."

"Not something that will kill me, right?" I ask, raising a eyebrow at him. "Because this is a perfect spot to commit a murder."

"No," My boyfriend laughs. "Definitely won't kill you. How long can you hold your breath if I'm not taking it away?" He asks, referring to our underwater kiss.

"Uh...I'm not sure?"

"Forty five seconds, or around there?" Xavier bites his lip. 

"I honestly have no clue." I shrug, narrowing my eyes at him. "Why?"

"Because that's how long it takes to get from one end to the other, and you'd be underwater. I don't want to risk it, and I know you're a strong swimmer but that doesn't make me worry any less." My lips pucker at this, while my heart swells. "Come on, I'll time you."

My Wolf boy snatches my waist out of the water before placing me in front of him, not touching me more than necessary because he hasn't asked yet -at least not in the water.

I don't get how the phase change takes away my permission, but okay.

"Grab my wrist and I'll keep you from floating up until you need air, but hold it for as long as you can, okay?" He says.

I nod, rolling my eyes slightly. "I don't get what's so important about all this. It's not like I'd die, I just wouldn't make it to the same side as you. Big deal."

"To me, it is. And you could be trapped under the cave wall." My Wolf boy growls, living up to his name yet again. "I'm not risking it."

"Protective much?" I snort.

"I wouldn't have to be so god damn protective if you knew how to take care of yourself." Xavier points out, making me give him a sheepish smile. "I'm glad we decided to keep our underwear on."

I scrunch my nose up, glancing down to my chest and back up to his blue eyes. "Uh, why?"

"Because if I needed to time you naked your head would be near a very unfortunate, quite distracting spot." He explains, and after a second it clicks and makes my cheeks burn.

Even in the water his hell fire seems to consume me.

I gasp as I'm finally sitting safely on the edge of a dirt bank, having just passed his 'test' at 43 seconds I'm breathless, but that was nothing to this sight.

Around me is moss and ivy colored walls, the ceiling is lined with crystals that mimic the night sky and make the water light bounce around the walls.

Even in the night this place would be beautiful. 

On the ground there are blankets, towels, coolers and a basket that looks like it's filled with food. 

Looking around even more I realize that next to the towels are what look like shirts and socks. Seeing as only Xavier and Cal come here and they both swim with trunks that's all they'd need.

"How did you get all this stuff up here?" I ask. "Where is this place under?"

"The cliff and a little to the right, but don't worry it's pretty safe." He answers. "And we just put it all in the coolers, which are water proof and then only brought sealed food. It's our hidden place. You can't even see the opening from above, I was fucking around in the water when Cal pushed me off the cliff for the first time and he thought I was dead because of it." 

My boyfriend laughs at this, and I don't think I've seen anything better, or heard anything more beautiful.

"It's beautiful." I breathe, falling on my back to look up at the ceiling. "I can see why you love it here."

"Yeah, it definitely is." Xavier agrees.

And I don't even have to look to know his eyes aren't on anything but me.

You made me love you.