39- What Happens Now?

39- What Happens Now?
Aisha enjoyed the feel of rough fingertips in her hair, massaging her scalp. It was hard to believe she'd just been in this same shower a few days ago, receiving the most mind-blowing orgasms she'd ever had. Granted, she hadn't ever had any that were from herself, but it still seemed pretty amazing. Seemed worthy of the title.

She shook her head, she should not be thinking like that. Aisha had to admit that thinking about sex after having a handful of people killed, was fucked up. She was in the shower... washing off their fucking blood. That was not sexy. That shouldn't be sexy. She bit her lip. At least, Imset had the decency to keep his distance as he washed out her hair.

"What happens now?" she asked, closing her eyes to the sensation that relaxed her shoulders. She was trying hard not to imagine those fingers anywhere else.

"Nothing really, I can interfere and make everyone believe they all disappeared together if you'd prefer? Maybe while hiking? Or I could have everyone believe they died in a car crash... whatever you want."

"Hmm," Aisha groaned as he worked at her tense shoulders. He paused for a moment at the sound. She couldn't see the way his eyes darkened behind her. Then began to rinse her hair.

"You can make people believe whatever you want, I guess. It doesn't matter to me anymore." He watched the soap trail down her back.

"Very well, Aisha," his mind was wandering again. It was so hard to fight the natural high that came from exacting vengeance. And hers? Nothing came close to that high. Her cold eyes as she ordered him to act. Her aggression. The way she watched him decapitate a man and didn't run. She was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. That darkness was arousing as hell.

They weren't on good terms. They weren't okay. He needed to be careful with how he proceeded. Things could go from bad to worse. Or if he played it well, he could maybe earn a touch of her trust back. But that knowledge that he needed to be calm didn't seem to be passed to his dick.

"What Bast said... about how many humans you've had." Aisha hadn't known she was going to say that but there was no taking it back now.

Imset hesitated, then started washing her body. "Yes, I've had many. In truth, I've lost count."

Aisha growled a frustrated breath. While she might have appreciated his honesty on some level, it wasn't what she wanted to hear. And Bast had known that.

"What's wrong?" Imset asked, spinning her so he could assess.

"I don't like- it's just- ugh, the way it feels when I look at you... I shouldn't feel this way after what we just did. After what you did to me," her tone soured, "And after what you just said... I should feel used. I should feel small and dirty and wasted on you somehow. But--"

He dragged his eyes down her body and back, "I understand. And I'm sorry I displease you... In the old wor-

"I don't want to hear about the fucking old world, just forget I said anything," she grumbled, wicking water out of her eyes. Imset smiled and took a step forward, "Your face is very sexy when you're jealous...I won't mention another consort again, I apologize. I'm sorry for a million transgressions but most of all I'm sorry my grandfather brought Aiko up. It was beyond unkind and I would have never allowed that!"

That voice did something to her. It was fierce and gentle all at once. She'd never heard anything close to a real apology before. It was disarming. But his words left an implication that he had known something was going to happen at dinner. She chose to let her high suppress that thought.

Aisha scoffed, "Thank you." She cringed at the way her voice went too high. It made this annoying squeak. The way his eyes lit up only made it more embarrassing, "I don't forgive you but I appreciate how difficult it must have been for you to lower yourself for a human."

He frowned, "I admit dinner was thoughtless of me. Perhaps I enjoyed the idea of you upset, a bit too much. But you are never someone I lower myself for." His expression naked and heartfelt, "I have to raise myself just to be good enough for your trust. I've done such terrible things where you're concerned. So many things I wish I could take back."

"I do enjoy the way you look when you're upset, just not when it's directed at me. I apologize again." He took another step forward, now under the stream of water himself. Aisha was becoming more and more aware of how naked they were all over again. It had been something she could ignore as long as they didn't face each other and kept their distance. But now, she could feel her core tightening up.

"Well!" she exclaimed too loudly, "We should probably talk about what just happened."

"Hmm? When?" he took another step.

"You know, back there? In the-the-the pyramid? You're not gonna say anything? Or ask any questions? Call me a psycho? Anything?"

He shook his head, taking the last step that brought their bodies nearly together, "A death god, calling you psycho for causing death... how ridiculous."

"Well-"

"What would you like me to say? That I wonder where the Aisha from that room has been this last week? Or remark that you scared me several times since I've known you and just now, it was exceptionally... stimulating? That I wonder what that Aisha would have done the last time we were in this shower? Though that could be easily remedied."

His smirk made her dizzy as he leaned in, "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Her mouth went dry as she shook her head, "What do I do?" Whose voice was that? It certainly wasn't her own, was it? It couldn't be. She was furious with him. Depressed and upset. But she was also turned on and attracted to him. She felt a sweep of euphoria rush over her.

Imset licked his bottom lip as he stared at hers. She found herself more intrigued with the monster in front of her than whether or not her own actions made her a monster. And she couldn't help thinking about the parts of him that were already touching her. The parts she wished would touch her.

"The way you didn't even blink when I cut someone's head off in front of you," he gruffed into her ear, then pulled away to look back at her eyes, "That does something to me." He ran a finger over her lips. Thank the gods she was already covered in water because there was now another kind of dampness growing between her legs.

"And that voice you use, when you command me to do bad things to bad people," he leaned in towards her lips, "That does something to me."

Her head began to swim, "I-I should go--"

"You're not going home," he whispered drawing closer. Her legs were jelly but he used a hand on her stomach to hold her in place, "You're my consort. And I've wronged you. The least I can do is show you how sorry I am." That earlier plan of staying calm had gone straight to hell.

She moaned, angry at her own body betraying her.

"No you don't," he whispered even softer, now just shy of her lips, "No convincing yourself of why we shouldn't..."

"I-I," and then there was no space between them anymore. He kissed her passionately, sucking at her lips and gently pushing them apart. Her whole body was reacting without her permission. Hands in his dreads, thighs lifting up to clench around his waist.

"I'm still mad at you," she breathed between kisses.

"Be mad tomorrow," he groaned, shutting off the shower and carrying her out of the room. He made an approving sound, laying her on the bed as she began to kiss him back.

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Imset watched Aisha sleep, the deep, slow breaths telling him she wasn't waking up any time soon. He pushed her hair out of her face and inspected her closely. She thought he didn't notice the dark circles under her eyes and dilated pupils. But he did. And he'd been alive long enough to know what it meant. Imset just wasn't sure how to bring it up without making her furious all over again. And of course, he felt that deep pang of guilt, of having made her even more upset. He'd caused her to relapse. That sat heavily in him.

He leaned down to kiss her forehead, realizing he could sit and stare at her all day. But he had something to do first. Imset left the bed and went to her pile of bloody clothes on the floor. After a few ruffling motions, he found the pills in one of the pockets and crushed them in his hand. They would discuss it later when he could find the right words.

Aisha woke to lips on her neck, leaving a feathery trail, "Mmm, how can you be so insatiable?" She groaned, turning to give him more access, anyway.

"Because," Imset whispered, rolling a finger around her nipple, "You keep moaning my name in your sleep..."

"I find that hard to believe," she breathed, unconsciously scooting closer to him. She knew full well she had been dreaming about him. It was all her mind wanted to think about as she slept.

He trailed the kisses down to the nipple he'd brought to a peak, "Say it again."

"Your name?" she laughed, eyes still closed, as he pulled at her nipple with his teeth, sucking, "Imset." It was a breathy sound and she had to admit, it was sexy, even to her.

His chest vibrated as he worked his fingers inside of her. Her whole body was still slightly sore and open but her libido wasn't dampened. And apparently, neither was his, though she was sure gods had bottomless libidos.

"Is it tomorrow yet?" she pleaded, her back arching from the bed with a mind of its own, "I'm supposed to go back to being mad at you." She finally opened her eyes, feeling fully awake and aroused.

He let her breast fall from his mouth, and joined her gaze, eyes dark and red. "No," he huffed seriously, "And I will it, to never come. I don't want to go back to that."

As if he had a choice in the matter, she rolled her eyes. This was a sticky situation and she knew it, not nearly naïve enough to believe they were on good terms again. But she wanted things from him at the moment and that temporarily put her mind on the back burner. Plus he was being, nice? Nicer, for sure. She let him continue.

He returned to her mouth, pushing himself inside with mind-numbing control. She couldn't help but gasp and grip his shoulder. Every time was just as amazing as the last.

Aisha hooked her leg around him and rolled them over, all without breaking the stroke. Her wild curly hair fell over their faces as she peered down at him. His eyes had softened to hazel as he tucked her hair back behind her ear. His lips slightly parted, he eyed her in anticipation and awe, that something so perfect might actually be his.

And he hoped he hadn't ruined it. He knew she was operating off of her sex drive and not her mind but he hoped they wouldn't have to go back to her ignoring him. Mostly because he just didn't want her to be alone. Now knowing what he knew, he couldn't think of anything to do but to cut the pain with pleasure. It was, at least, a better high than drugs.

Aisha rolled her hips instinctually, finding the rhythm that felt good for her as Imset hissed and grabbed her hips. His eyes were closed, biting his bottom lip as he helped guide her hips down harder and faster. She tugged his wet lip with her finger until it popped back out of his mouth, his pleasure intensifying her own.

His eyes snapped open again, hungry and red, glowing as he watched her body move. His hands found her ass cheeks, spreading them so he could push deeper. She slammed into his mouth, panting and whimpering as her orgasm built to near completion. They both moaned against each other's lips as the feeling dragged them higher and higher into release.

Imset gripped the sheets, trying to keep himself together as he waited for her to finish first. It was too wet, too perfect: the rhythm, the tightness, the speed, and it was driving him over the edge. Finally, she let out a ragged breath and they climaxed together. Hearts racing, high off of the after-effects, they lay flat against the bed, staring at each other with absolutely nothing to say.