Plans change

I sat out in the highest room, the balcony being one of my favorite comfort spots.

Laughter could be heard downstairs, and a soft smile was on my face.

Although my gut was screaming to go down there, and to make meticulous plans in case Laney and Father were to join together...a bigger piece of myself made me sit. To let them have a chance of normalcy.

Since being taken by the government, and experimented on to the point of death, I'd been thrown into the group of 'Rejects.' Which was supposed to be a thinly veiled insult.

Each member had a very rough and hard past, though.

Take Jacket for example. Originating from Romania, Jacket was sold off for profit by his own father. As soon as he arrived here, Jacket ditched his name, the only thing connecting him to his family. He never spoke about them, and to be honest, no one tried to ask.

James was a bit more harder to get to know. Being born and created into the government, he was a prodigy in weapons, and of course, fire. Once freed, he had an interesting obsession with guns, and taking down the government.

I felt a breeze on the lower of my back. I knew who it was without turning, as he placed his hands gently on my shoulders, gently brushing my still wet hair back away from my face.

"You okay?" He asked, placing a soft kiss on my temple.

I felt a soft thrill at the brief contact, my heart speeding up.

"Yeah. Just trying to relax a bit." I glanced up at him, feeling a grin on my lips. "What brings you here, Ceollach?" I asked, feeling his large palms massage the muscles in my back.

"I did come here for something, but I saw the way the moonlight was hitting you and I...forgot." He admitted, a light blush forming on his face.

I smiled, turning around to him and standing, lightly brushing the skin of his arms, the swelling of his biceps.

His breath caught in his throat as my hands grazed up to his collarbone.

We'd been alone countless times of course. But our main focused had been NOT getting killed, and not getting captured.

That was still the case right now but it was somewhat different.

I stretched on my toes, kissing his lips lightly, feeling his arms wrap around my waist as he kissed me back, one hand being placed under my leg, as he lifted me to better kiss me.

My hands wrapped around his neck, my lips never leaving his.

I must've been whispering his name, because he pressed his forehead against my own, breathing a bit ragged.

"My name sounds so pretty coming out of your mouth." He said, pulling me closer.

I wanted more of him.

My lips collided back with his, making him stumble back onto the bed. He held me tight as he was on his back, and I eagerly climbed him, nipping his neck, and earlobe.

"F-fuck." He whispered strained, his hands on my hips, rubbing soothing circles.

Ceollach wasn't rushing me, letting me take my pace. I knew if I changed my mind on this, he wouldn't care. He'd just hold me in his arms.

I didn't want to change my mind.

Slipping off my t-shirt, he stopped breathing entirely. The moon gave just enough light for me to see his expression, and read the desire that was filling his eyes.

I felt beautiful.

My hands slid down to his sides, pulling the ends of his shirt up, as I took it off of him. Hard muscle, and a bit of hair, I skimmed the skin of his chest, tracing the pattern of his abs with my forefinger.

Goosebumps pricked against his skin, and he shuddered.

I was done teasing him as I slipped off my night shorts, underwear following it to the ground.

Ceollach rolled us over then, his pants and boxers disappearing to the side of the bed.

And I let him take over.

It was about two-thirty a.m., when our thirst for each other had been satisfied. Ceollach had collapsed beside me, and I ended up nestled on his chest, my body sweaty, and covered with love bites. I could hear the pounding of his heart, slowing down to a steady beat.

I felt safe, despite the situation.

Ceollach played with my hair, murmuring comforting words in his language. I pressed a kiss on his chest, and he shuddered a bit, holding me tighter.

"I love you." He whispered.

The words gave me a warm feeling in the center of my chest, and I opened my mouth to say the words back-

Fists hitting the door startled me, stopping me from saying anything.

Ceollach was up in one motion, boxers yanked up to cover himself. I covered myself with the blanket, eyes wide open, listening intently.

Ceollach was up in no time, boxers on, as he stepped out.

I quickly changed, tying my hair back, preparing for any type of battle.

He came back in, a concerned look on his face a few minutes later.

Hastily, I was in front of him in seconds.

"Well?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"There was an escapee from the cells where Laney is from. The person, it's a girl, found us. She's seeking solitude." He answered.

My whole body told me there was something he was holding back. I motioned for him to continue on.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Laney is the one tracking her."

He might as well should've injected me with ice in my veins, as fear curdled at the pit of my stomach.

I remembered how the buildings had collapsed, and the earth had crumbled from her own footsteps.

I ran a hand through my hair, wishing again that I should've killed her when I first ran into her.

So many problems wouldn't be happening had I made that choice.

Ceollach placed his hands on my face, cupping my jaw gently.

"This isn't your fault. It's your father's." He said.

And that was the truth; my father started this and I was determined to end it. I nodded, stepping back from his hold.

His hands fell to his sides, and I pretended not to notice.

"They need us." I said instead, walking around him.

I heard his intake of breath, but he said nothing as he followed behind.

For some reason, that made it worse.