Page 9 of Remnants

Nora

SIX

The pounding in my head wakes me far too fucking early. I go to move off my pillow but stop as I feel a weight holding me down. Sam . I sigh and open my eyes but when they focus I have to stop myself from making a noise. Sam is not who's holding me down.

Kaitlin lays next to me, both of us tangled in each other's limbs. I pull my head from the spot on her chest and look down at her soft features. God, her eyelashes are so long, and that fucking freckle on her lip.

“Don’t be a creeper,” she groans as she opens one eye. “What time is it?” she croaks while releasing a long stretch. I’m still too stunned to speak. Why is she in my bed? I look around, trying to piece together what had happened.

Reaching over her, I tap my watch to illuminate the screen. “Three-thirty,” I say as I pull myself off of her and sit up, instantly missing her warmth.

Where is Sam?

“Too early, go back to sleep,” she grumbles and rolls toward me. I can’t help but chuckle. She’s absolutely adorable when sleepy, and my guess is she’s definitely not a morning person.

“Kaitlin.” I clear my throat, trying to rid myself of the hoarseness. She stills and instantly sits up, her face glowing from the light in the hallway. It’s dim, but still enough to see her brows furrowing. “What?” I question her almost pouting look.

“I am pretty sure you’ve never called me Kaitlin. And I’m also pretty sure that I do not like it.” I can’t stop the laugh from coming out. She’s pouting with her bottom lip pushing forward and everything.

“Sorry, love. I just… what happened?” I ask, absently waving my hand around the bedroom.

“Well, what’s the last thing you remember?” I look out toward the hallway as I hear the clinging of metal—Sam’s tags on his collar.

“You, getting in a car with a woman who yelled at me,” I mutter absentmindedly as I try to recall the events.

“Yelled at you?” Her sharp tone takes me by surprise.

“Uh, yeah, just for being covered in tattoos or something, it’s kind of fuzzy.

Something about Leviticus… Like I said, it’s fuzzy.

” I rub the back of my neck before continuing, “But you left with her and I think there was a loud noise outside, maybe? I don’t know, my brain is a complete mess right now.

” I feel Kaitlin’s hand running up and down my spine before pulling me closer to her.

“You had a flashback according to Mac. When I got here I had to climb through the window. You were passed out in the hallway. You were scared, but I got you to stay with me as much as you could until he got here and could get you medicated and laying down.”

Embarrassment and shame fill me as I hang my head low. “Kaitlin, I am so sorry,” I whisper, unable to look at her.

“Hey, there is no reason to apologize! Except for the fact that you called me Kaitlin again. I’ve wanted a nickname forever and was never allowed one, so please, keep calling me them.”

“Never allowed?” I repeat as I look up at her. She shrugs one shoulder.

“My parents are very religious, strict, old fashioned. And James thinks they are tacky.”

I sit quietly for a minute, trying to formulate my question properly, but the medication and headache, plus the fog of the attack and the shock of having her so close to me is frying my brain.

“Does James hurt you?” I don’t mean for that to be the question, exactly.

I meant to say “control”, but him hurting her—it's been a real concern since I saw him leave the other day.

I hear the sharp intake of air and my eyes scan over her face, her eyes are staring holes into my wall.

He does. He hurts her and she is trying to come up with a lie to tell me.

Reading people was part of what made me so valuable in the military.

Which is why the attack had blindsided me and my entire unit.

“N–”

“Don’t,” I stop her, unable to handle a lie from her. “Not from you, okay? You aren’t ready to tell me the truth? That’s fine, but please, I will never ask you for anything else, just do not lie to me.”

She stares at me, her eyes filling with tears. “Okay.” Her cracking, small voice manages. “I’m not ready to talk about it.” I feel the rage flow through me while I glance up at her head, my mind thinking about the crash that morning James had left.

“Do you want me to leave?” I blink and snap my eyes back to her.

“What?” I ask her.

She shrugs, still avoiding my gaze. “You’re awake, and you’re okay, right?” I give her a small nod. “Do you want me to leave so you can have your own space?” I see her fingers picking at the hem of her sweater.

“Are you afraid of me?” I ask her bluntly. Apparently too bluntly because she flinches at the question.

“W-What? Why would you think that?” I shrug as I sit back against the headboard.

“Just a question. You don’t look at me for long, you fidget when around me. At first I thought maybe you had a crush on me or something, but after the way you flew out of here the other day—”

“Okay, wait.” She holds her hand up to silence me before crawling over the bed and sitting in front of me.

“Did you ever stop and think that maybe I ran out because I do have a crush on you?”

“Well, I mean it’s plausible I guess, but not realistic. I mean, you knew I liked you so if you really liked me, why run?”

“Nora! I am married! I have a duty. Vows. I have a husband who provides a home for me, and my job is to stay faithful, beautiful, and eventually give him kids. I didn’t go through all of the pain in those camps just to have you—” She slaps her hands over her mouth and her eyes go wide.

“Camps?” I hiss out, anger and anxiety coursing through me.

She doesn’t remove her hands, instead she squeezes her mouth harder as her eyes shut and she shakes her head over and over again.

A sob breaks through and before I can think, I grip her sweatshirt—pulling her to me, holding her tightly as a sob escapes.

“No,” she cries against me. “You’re not well, I can't…”

“Pretty girl,” I coo while running my fingers through her wild hair. “I’m just fine. Let me care for you now.”

“Nora, it’s not that I don’t like you…” she whimpers between her sobs. “But I can’t… my family.” I know all too well about family. Still, my father never sent me to one of those camps, military yes, but a conversion camp? How could a parent do that to their child?

After a couple more minutes, Kaitlin pulls back to face me. I smile and wipe her eyes and nose on my sleeve. She lets out a small laugh. “Sorry, that’s gross.”

“Nah.” I smile and kiss her forehead. “It’s real, it’s raw, and honest. There’s nothing more beautiful than that, Junebug.”

Before my brain can comprehend what’s happening, Kaitlin’s tear-soaked lips crash against mine.

I groan as I run my hand up the back of her neck and softly grip a handful of her hair.

She whimpers against the kiss as she moves to straddle me like the other night.

I lick her lips, tasting the salt from her tears as she eagerly opens her mouth and I charge straight in.

Her tongue dances wildly around mine. She’s so eager with her movements and when she sucks on my tongue, I feel the sharp bolt in my center as my underwear begins to dampen.

I break the kiss to catch my breath, but she isn’t done yet.

A switch has been flipped inside her and she’s apparently giving the middle finger to all the reasons she told me this can’t happen.

Should I stop her? Should I tell her she might regret this?

Should I tell her that I am not someone that wants to be the reason she turns her back on her marriage, family, and religion?

Yes, I should. But I never admitted to being a noble person.

And with her straddling me and grinding her center against mine, there’s no way in fuck I am going to tell her to stop.

Kaitlin starts to pull at my shirt, as if telling me to take it off and I quickly oblige, leaving my breasts bare to her, my darker pink nipples already tight and fully erect.

Kaitlin eyes them like a starving person just given a steak.

She leans her head down and pops one of my nipples into her mouth while she rolls the other one between her fingers.

I let out a groan and pant as I lean my head back.

Years, it’s been years since I’ve been touched. Her lips are so soft, her tongue warm.

“Holy shit!” I gasp as she gently nips my nipple before licking it softly. Kaitlin pulls back and stares up at me.

“Lay down,” she orders, her voice low. I do as she commands while releasing another moan as she licks, bites, and sucks her way down my chest, down my torso. She dips her tongue into my belly button and it sends a jolt to my clit.

“Fuck!” I growl, gripping her hair. Her hands go to the waistband of my pajama pants and my body tenses.

“W-Wait,” I sputter, gripping her hands. She looks up at me, eyes wide.

“I’m sorry! Was that too much?”

“No, I just—” I smack my hand over my face. I don't know how I am going to explain it to her. “It’s my leg,” I mutter. “I am not ready to let anyone see it.”

Kaitlin is quiet for a moment before kissing right above my waistband and traveling back up. I am about to sigh in disappointment when I watch her look me in the eyes as she lowers my pants under my ass.

“I won't look, and I won’t touch your leg below your hip. Trust me.” She kisses my lips softly and I feel her petite hand run through my curls. I do trust her. I can’t explain why or how, I just know that I do. My eyes widen as she parts my lips and her thumb rolls my bud softly.

“Oh god,” I whimper. “I’m going to be embarrassed. This won't last long.” She laughs as she licks the spot where my ear and jaw join and I nearly lose it.

“Do you have any toys?” I freeze and look at her.

“Y-Yeah, in my nightstand.” She smiles at me and reaches over, pulling the silicone toy out. She holds her hand up, smiling sheepishly. I look at her longer, pointed nails glinting in the dim light, and fall back on the pillow, laughing.

“Yeah, ummm… thank—Oh my god!” I pant, as I feel Kaitlin press the toy into my center.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Nora,” she groans as she slowly pushes it fully inside me.

I growl as I try to spread my legs further apart, but the waistband of my pants won’t allow it.

My body stills as I feel her slipping my pants off of my good leg, leaving my other one hidden.

I feel embarrassment creeping up over the fact that I want to be hidden, that she can’t possibly find this attractive, but when I look at her, she isn’t the least bit fazed.

She still has the same lustful expression all over her face.

I reach my hand out to trail up to her breast, but she stops me with a firm hand on my wrist.

“Let me focus on you.” She kisses my hand before pulling the toy partially out of me before shoving it back in. The tight, full feeling is a warm welcome. I cry out as I feel her lips press a soft kiss to my clit.

“Your smell is intoxicating,” she murmurs against me, thrusting into me faster. I groan louder and grip the back of her head while she licks and sucks my swollen bud.

“Katie…” I pant, feeling the burning ache building in my core, I am so close, but I need just a little more. “Harder…. please,” I whimper out over the sounds of my arousal. Fuck, have I ever been this wet before?

My sweet girl listens and I nearly cry in happiness as I feel the pain of the faster, harder thrusts.

She tilts the dildo to press against my g-spot and I can’t believe she found it so quickly.

I let out a scream and buck my hips. She continues to flick and suck on my clit while she presses a hand over my completely tense abdomen.

Every muscle in my body is tight—the pressure is building unlike anything I have ever felt, only ever given.

My body shakes as I can no longer control my movements and just when I can’t take any more, my body explodes.

I arch my back and scream out her name as I see stars and my world momentarily goes black.

I grip her hair tightly, grinding against her sweet mouth while she moans, slurps, kisses and sucks my entire aching pussy.

The feeling is too much and I feel a tight burning sensation building as Katie continues her assault on me.

“Oh no,” I whimper—my thighs shaking as I feel it happen.

The fluid rushes from me and I’m about to apologize, but Katie holds me tighter while pulling out my toy as I squirt into her mouth.

“Katie! Fuck!” I scream and she laps me up.

When she finishes, Katie leans over top of me. I look up at her and my heart aches. I choke on a sob and reach up to kiss her, thankful she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into the kiss, allowing me to taste every bit of the mixture of her tongue and my juices on her.

She lays down behind me, making me the little spoon, which is a new experience for me. No one has taken control of me like this. Allowing me to lay still and just receive pleasure, and then simply holding me. It’s so foreign and overwhelming in the best and worst ways. I feel weak and vulnerable.

“Junebug,” I whisper as her hand finds mine.

“Hmm?” She kisses the back of my neck softly and I’m so happy that we aren’t facing each other. I don’t want her to see the tears that spill from my eyes.

“Thank you,” I whisper.