Fig's eyes lingered on my lips, and I knew he wanted me too. The room started to spin like our own oasis, I drifted softly into the whiskey of his eyes.

I didn't move, when he rained kisses down his jaw, whispering sweet nothings, "Let's get lost tonight, I want the lust you've been holding back" he moaned.

Figs trembled, and I saw the thin hairs on his arms stand up.

I was afraid of what was next, "we shouldn't..." I whimpered between breaths.

My hands trailed down his shivering body. I grabbed him roughly, drinking his cool lips in one sip, tasting his tart tongue, "We shouldn't" I agreed but I didn't stop touching him.

Figs hands became entangled in my hair, as he guided my lips deeper into his mouth. We stumbled into each other crashing into dizzy heaps. Suddenly, Figs lunged at me with nothing to hold him back. I flinched, he was either going to hurt me or love me back.

"Xavier!" I gasped between his burning kisses that seared my skin. I withered in his holy mouth until I tasted the depth of love; it was bittersweet.

I took a step closer, the charred black smog from his lips dissolved into my lungs, as he stared at me with slow-churning teal eyes. His fingers steadily undid my aching body, as he pried the DNA from my skin.

My legs shook, I was so afraid of this pulsing vulnerability. I had spent so much of my life hiding behind sex, and now it had nothing to do with our physical chemistry.

I pushed him roughly, pinning him onto the bed. His body banged against the boards as I grabbed both his arms and held them down, "let me slow down" I panted.

All, I could see was blue. The tension was like a raging rubberband, that kept pulling us further apart. Any moment I would snap. His man of steel grew large between my legs as we built with hot anticipation.

Figs hands explored everywhere, a blistering frenzy of red heat soaked on our sweating bodies, "why" he moaned, stroking me beneath the sheets.

I held Figs still, as he squirmed like a fish on a hook, "so I can enjoy this" I promised, kissing him slowly.

Figs smiled, the winter roots flourished in his dark eyes as he caressed my stubbled jaw. I watched him turn over, he was so damn sexy! I spanked his ass, watching the impression of my hand leave a mark on his smooth skin.

"Do it now!" he begged.

(The Next Morning)

My lips tingle with familiarity at just the thought of the way Figs bruised my skin. We had dirtied the sheets with our passion but nothing was worse than the regrets that greeted our horizon.

In a fucked up way, I had used Fig's to avoid my real feelings. I never felt worthy of the love Feather gave me every second of the day. I would always be the prostitute and she would always be so much better than me. Only in fairytales did the princess kiss the frog.

I had developed something deep and strong like a connection with her, so I did what I always did when I was afraid. I messed up things and destroyed them because anything was better than putting my heart on the line to have it broken.

I accepted the love, I thought I deserved...

I studied him, the way he gave his body over in peaceful surrender to the chaos around him. The thin sheets sprawled over his bare chest, and the way his muscles fluttered and twitched.

His dark hair crumbled perfectly into the pillow, as he turned over and sleepily smiled.

"Kara?" he hummed softly, still half asleep.

His hand reached for her like a spirit that wasn't there.

"We should talk," I said nudging him.

Figs jumped up, he was wide awake now, as he looked at me in alarm.

He blinked viciously as if to wake up from this reality, "tell me we didn't..." he groaned covering his face.

I shook my head in disgust, "you were the one who initiated this! You wanted to use sex as a way to escape the fuck'd up shit you have going on in your head!" I yelled.

I was pissed off at Figs, for not taking any responsibility. If only I could way up like him and pretend that I didn't have any problems.

Figs blinked, as the truth hit him in the face like a fist, "no, no,  no" he sobbed.

I gathered my clothes quickly off the floor, scared that Feather would burst through the door any moment.

"We did, and it was a mistake," I said getting straight to the point.

I was angry at myself for not being brave enough to be with who I really wanted to love, Feather.

Figs hoped around the room clumsily, his jewels swinging as he ran around naked.

He froze for a second, and then scrambled to his phone, reading a text that had come in while he was sleeping.

"What's wrong?" I asked nervously, as the muscles on his face twitched with tension.

Figs shook his head, "A family friend of mine, might have some information on the mayor, but he needs me to go with him to help him get it. It might be dangerous" he whispered.

Before I could ask any more questions, Figs was throwing clothes, and other items at me, "take Feather away for the day" he said speaking quickly, "and please don't mention where I'm going, what I'm doing, or anything else" he pleaded looking at me squarely.

I raised an eyebrow, "why?" I asked wondering what he was up to.

" If you tell Feather she'll want to come along, and I can't protect her. Her doctor's order says she suppose to be resting not stressing. If the mayor is as dangerous as you say he is, then the fewer people know the better. My family has a vacation time-share about twenty miles outside of the city, take Feather and my car." he offered.

I paced around quietly thinking, my mind raced on quickly things were changing for us. Figs was right, Feather didn't need to be apart of this.

"Fine, I'll do it," I said getting dressed.

If last night, had verified anything, it was that I wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

An hour later...

The road less traveled is usually an expression that means a unique or different venture, one that is far from the norm. However, today we were literally on the road less traveled, as Figs went his own way to try to find help.

The road was unsmooth, and the tires on the car spewed out rocks, dirt, and gravel as Feather and I, continued this journey. It was a bumpy ride to say this least, but nothing was worse than what we were running away from.

"Are we are almost there?!" Feather squealed as we drove off-road, the green hills turning into gold dust.

I grinned painfully, rubbing my neck, "uh sure" I said, my head a million miles away.

Feather, wrapped her arms around me, "Hey doom and gloom" she teased lightly, "this is our chance to have some us time" she murmured kissing my hand.

It didn't take much to convince Feather to go on this trip with me, after breakfast, I had proposed that we go, and without hesitation, she had said yes, and we had hit the road an hour later. Yet my mind was far from peaceful or excited...

I massaged her shoulders smiling uneasily. I wanted to scream the truth but then I thought about her heart and the danger I could put her in, "We should talk about us" I said firmly.

Feather giggled, "I like the sound of that," she said flirtatiously.

I stumbled over my words, as I stuttered like an idiot, "I umm..um no...I do care a lot but..."

"Let's talk about it after food!" she said cutting me off as we got out of the car.

My feet moved in protest.

Feather studied me for a moment, a flicker of worry spread across her face, "Hey, I know we aren't together, but I'm hoping this weekend will make us both happy!" she winked.

I unloaded the car, grabbing her bags as she ran ahead, "some weekend" I mumbled under my breath thinking of her brother.

I made a promise at that moment, that tonight I would tell her the truth, even if it cost me everything. I couldn't continue this lie, because that wasn't the way I wanted her to be loved. I bit my lip thinking about this delicate situation that I had caused.

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