Arianna's Awakening (Arianna Rose Part 1 & The Awakening Part 2) (20 page)

“It wasn’t too bad,” he said and she heard the slightest tremble in his voice. 

She allowed her fingertips to glide gently up his arm to his shoulder.  He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation and her fingers skimmed the length of his neck up to the back of his hair before sliding back down his throat past his collarbone and down his chest.  His eyes remained closed and she could see the fitful pounding in his neck again.  She leaned in and grazed the throbbing pulse point with her lips.  When she pulled back, he watched her, his silvery gaze attentive.  He reached out and cupped her face with his hands then bent toward her.  He kissed her tenderly.  She tilted her head and welcomed the warmth of his lips against hers.  His mouth was soft and his kiss was sweet.  She felt the world fall silent save for the sound of her heart racing in her chest.  His tongue traced her lower lip and the feeling sent a shiver through her, raising goose bumps on her skin.  She ran her hand up his arm again, over his shoulder and twisted it in his hair.  He drew in a breath through his nose and pulled her toward him.  She obliged by climbing on to his lap, one leg on either side of his hips.  His lips began crushing hers, his kiss deeper, more passionate.  She could feel his excitement between her legs, rubbing pleasantly against her. 

His mouth left hers and traveled down to her jaw first then her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in its wake.  His hands slid up her back and brushed the sides of her breasts and every part of her ached for his touch.  When his hand slipped under the narrow strap of her tank top, it was she who inhaled sharply, the anticipation of his move overwhelming.  The band fell off her shoulder and exposed to top of her breast.  He lowered his mouth to the soft mound and warmth pooled low in her belly, twisting longingly.  His chin lowered the fabric of her top further, revealing more of her willing body.  She arched her back toward him, welcoming him.  Eager to explore her further, he took a hardened peak between his lips and ran his tongue over it, teasing and tantalizing the sensitive skin.  Arianna moaned then pushed him back against the bed, unable to withstand the desire that burned inside her a moment longer.  She slid his shorts from his hips and started to push his boxers down as well.

“Arianna,” he said breathlessly.  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, Luke,” she panted.  “I’m sure.”

He sat up quickly, unexpectedly and pulled open the drawer of the nightstand.  He grabbed a foil covered square.

“Ah, you listened to my mother,” Arianna whispered seeing the condom.

“Please don’t talk about your mother now,” he said and climbed on top of her.  “Are you sure you’re sure,” he asked again.  “You really want to do this?”

“Shut up and kiss me already,” Arianna said and slipped her yoga pants off. 

His eyes roamed her nearly naked body.  He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

His hands slipped under the hem of her tank top and he lifted the material up over her head.  His skin against hers felt blissfully warm.  He stared at her exposed chest with appreciation and her nipples hardened with excitement.  He lowered his mouth and kissed the valley between them before taking a firm tip into his mouth again.  Rippling need wavered through her body.  Her hands slid down to the waistband of his boxer shorts and she began pushing them down.  His hands left her breasts and found their way down her waist.  His fingers slipped underneath her underwear and began drawing them down.  He slipped them off her hips and down her thighs then tossed them aside.  Once they were off and resting on the nightstand, she parted her legs and felt him enter her. 

Arianna clutched the duvet as he drew his body against hers.  She wrapped her legs around his thighs and pushed against him, urging him.  He moved slowly at first and she closed her eyes reveling in the feel of him.  She focused on their bodies moving in sync as one.  She glanced up at him briefly, and saw the intensity in the set of his jaw.  One side of his mouth curved up, a half smile, and she closed her eyes again.

Behind her lids, however, an imaged flashed, an unwelcome image.  Golden hair and fair skin, and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.  Desmond appeared in her mind.  She tried desperately to block the image, intent on not ruining her intimate moment with Luke.  But his image persisted.  His likeness stood before her bare chested.  His broad, muscled body highlighted by bright sunlight, golden light that matched his hair.  Suddenly, she was with him, naked.  They were both in a grassy clearing.  He stared at her hungrily, unwaveringly, and a smiled did not touch his features.  He looked upon her, his eyes smoldering pools of tropical water, with pure lust.  With his rippling muscles tensed and the desirous look in his eyes, he looked like a warrior about to descend on an adversary, but none were present; only her.  Luke’s ragged breathing in her ear warned that he was nearing climax.  She wanted to join him, but couldn’t shake Desmond’s nude body from her mind.  Perhaps subconsciously, she did not want to.  She opened her eyes again for a split second and glimpsed Luke’s face, a mask of concentration before closing them again, and returning to Desmond.  Only when she did, it was Desmond atop her, his face confident, his cerulean gaze trained on her.  She imagined her hands tracing the swollen peaks and valleys of his powerful chest and shoulders and felt a tremor of pure bliss overtake her.  The image of Desmond triggered small bursts of light behind her eyelids as her body contracted around Luke.  A quiver of ecstasy caused her to cry out and within seconds, Luke panted in release then collapsed atop her.  She could feel his arms trembling as he lifted himself up to kiss her.

“That was amazing,” he breathed in her ear.

“It was, wasn’t it,” she whispered back as a wave of guilt washed over her.  She hadn’t planned to picture Desmond as they’d made love.  He’d just appeared unexpectedly, uninvited.  Yet, the thought of him, undressed, inside of her, had aroused her in a way she’d never experienced.  But she had been with Luke, not Desmond.  Another wave of guilt swelled, threatened to drown her as Luke lay next to her drifting off to sleep.

The light of the bathroom cast a soft glow on his face, caressing his features, softening them.  With his hair in a state of disarray and his countenance completely relaxed, he looked much younger than he was, boyish really.  Her heart clenched tightly.  She felt as though she’d betrayed him.

Shame clawed at her as she slid beneath the covers beside him.  She kissed his forehead lightly and saw his eyelashes flutter.  He was asleep already.  She rested on her side for several minutes watching him sleep, wondering if he dreamed.  He looked peaceful, and vulnerable, and the squeezing in her heart intensified.  Exhausted and with another two-hour drive ahead of her, she settled her head against the pillow and inched closer to Luke.  Sleep found her immediately, and she floated off into oblivion.

Chapter 20

The sun had not yet made its appearance when Arianna and Luke left the Main Street Motor Inn.  Stars still ornamented the velvety abyss and the Moon had just begun its descent.  They’d dressed and grabbed food from the takeout window of a fast-food restaurant before they’d resumed their drive to Rockdale.  Luke had not mentioned their night together and Arianna wondered why.  In fact, for the remaining two hours it had taken them to journey to the town she’d lived in just a few short weeks ago, Arianna had begun to fret about his silence on the subject.  She had been reluctant to bring it up herself, especially since at the height of her arousal, Desmond had invaded her thoughts, and had become the subject of a sexual fantasy.  Merely recalling the scenario, of her fantasizing about Desmond while making love to Luke, made her cheeks burn, guilt and discomfort conspiring against her.  She was certain Luke had no way of knowing of her fantasy; he was not capable of mindreading.  Yet, he’d acted as though he knew and had been oddly silent for much of the ride.  He’d left the radio on, but it had not been playing so loudly that a conversation would have been impossible.  She wondered whether he had been displeased with her sexual performance.  He had seemed happy enough with it last night.  But she didn’t know what he’d been accustomed to.  Perhaps he was used to more adventurous interplay, or found her body unattractive. 

Suddenly plagued with insecurities and doubts she was unacquainted with, she began to feel anxiety stir in the pit of her stomach.  First, her little jealous schoolgirl episode at the diner had occurred, and now this.  She was the Sola, possessed supernatural power and was designated to unite her fellow witches, yet was worrying over her boyfriend being quiet.  It all seemed so absurd.  Whatever his reason for silence, she was determined to not waste another moment fretting over it.  They were headed to find Lily.  Everything else would be addressed, or not, another time.

When finally they turned on to Lily’s street, the uncomfortable silence that had plagued Arianna for the two-hour drive had become unimportant.  The white Victorian waited at the end of a long tree-lined street.  A warning breathed at the back of her neck and tiptoed down the length of her spine.  Lily’s house typically looked warm and inviting, but not today.  Cloaked in thick fog, the steep roof pitches and pointed decorative gable trim assumed a hostile, foreboding quality.  Mist veiled the entire neighborhood, covering it like a funeral shroud.  It clung to the cedars that flanked the residential road causing their limbs to droop as if carrying the fog as they would the weight of wet snow.  As they drew closer, Arianna immediately noticed that both of Lily’s parents’ cars were parked in the driveway.  The digital clock on the radio read 7:45 a.m.  Neither Lily nor her parents would have left for school yet.  The presence of the cars should have been a promising development, but didn’t feel promising in the least.  Something felt off. 

“Looks like their home,” Luke commented and ended their silent streak.

“Looks like,” Arianna replied but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was not right.  “But there are no lights on.”

“Maybe they’re still sleeping.”

“Sleeping in on a weekday?  What about school and work?”

“Maybe they’re sick, who knows?  Either way, I think you have your answer,” he said more gently.

The answer he thought she had was that Lily was fine, but no longer interested in maintaining a friendship with Arianna.  What he did not know was that would have been the preferred answer to what her body, what every cell within her, screamed.  Inside of her, it was as though an alarm wire had been tripped and silent sirens were wailing.

“I don’t have any answers,” Arianna said softly.

“You can do whatever you want.  I’m not telling you what to do.  We can go up to her front door and ring the bell.  You know I’m with you.  I just don’t want to see you get your feelings hurt, that’s all.  I care about you.”

She thought it ironic for him to worry about her feelings after hurting them with his reticence for the two hours it took them to get from the motel to Lily’s, the motel they’d shared a bed in.

“I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be fine,” she said a bit more testily than she’d have liked.  “And I highly doubt Lily’s going to slam the door in my face or something if that’s what you were implying.”

“I wasn’t implying that at all.  It’s like I just said, I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Huh,” she huffed then mumbled under her breath, “That’s why you were so chatty on the ride up.”

To her surprise, Luke had heard her mumbling and replied to it.  “I wasn’t the only one quiet in the car, you know,” he shot back staring straight ahead.  “First I felt stupid, thought maybe you’d had too much to drink last night and regretted sleeping with me.  I was sober, and nervous as hell, but you, you’re a lightweight.  The beer must have hit you like a ton of bricks.  When you didn’t say anything about it, I figured I’d better keep my mouth shut.”

He had no idea what she was, that alcohol had no effect on her whatsoever. 

“I was sober and knew exactly what I was doing, thank you very much,” she argued.  “And you’re my boyfriend, right?  Keeping quiet was the
worst thing you could do.  I mean, with
all
the girls you’ve slept with, surely you know the silent treatment never goes over well.”

“What do you mean
all the girls I’ve slept with
?  I haven’t slept with a lot of girls.”

“Oh give me a break,” Arianna huffed.  “You expect me to believe that?  You’re the badass guy that’s hot and knows how to fix shit.  That’s the stuff of every girl’s fantasy.”

Except hers apparently.

“Arianna, you’ve only been at our school for what, two weeks?”

“Yeah, so?”

He turned in his seat to face her.  “So, you may think you know what goes on there, but you don’t.  Our school is divided into social classes.  In the small group I’m in, yeah, I suppose I’m a stud.  But beyond them, I’m a fucking leper.  I smoke. I drink.  I have tattoos.  And it’s no secret my mom’s a goddamn junkie.  None of that nominates me as prom king,” he said. 

“Bullshit,” Arianna said. 

“Bullshit?” he asked incredulously.  “Arianna, you’re the second girl I’ve ever slept with, okay,” he admitted, his cheeks suddenly streaked with scarlet bands.  “And you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.  I have no idea why you even did it.  Every guy at school wants you.” He refused to meet her gaze, chose instead to stare at his lap.

She was shocked.  For all his flirtation and macho bravado, he had been unsure all along.  The way he’d behaved, his hot and cold moods and his overt attempts at seduction, had seemed like things a hormonally charged playboy would have done.  But he was not a playboy at all.  He was vulnerable.

She reached out and took his hand in hers.  “Hey,” she said and craned her neck to look into his eyes.  “Hey, last night happened because I wanted it to, because
we
wanted it to.  All that other stuff doesn’t matter.  All the bullshit at school, all the bullshit in your head, it’s just that: bullshit.”

He didn’t reply, just smiled thinly and blew out a small puff of air through his nose.  He looked sad, and his sadness made her chest ache.  Without thinking, she yanked his hand toward her, pulling him to her side of the car, and kissed him.  At first, he kept his lips closed.  But she swept his lips with her tongue playfully then nibbled his lower lip.  Finally he smiled then returned her kiss. 

Their kiss continued for several seconds and was passionate.  Luke had returned from whatever brooding doldrums he’d hidden in and she was sad when it ended.  Now it was time to find out, once and for all, what had happened to Lily. 

“My, my, Arianna, you have a knack for improving my mood,” he said and smiled warmly.  “Are you ready to do this?” He nodded toward Lily’s house.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” she said and felt anything but ready.

They climbed out of his pickup truck and out into the miasma.  Somewhere beyond the clouds and fog, the sun waited, prepared to rid the area of the seemingly impenetrable murk that had besieged it.  Luke took her hand in his and walked alongside her.  She watched as the fog licked at his body like innumerable serpentine tongues, their silky, sinuous shapes passing over and under him menacingly.  She willed the sun to burn through the clouds, to incinerate the spectral vapors, but as far as she knew, she did not possess the capability to raise the sun.

Arianna and Luke walked up the driveway and walkway and stopped on the large front porch.  She rang the doorbell and waited for a response.  After nearly a minute had passed, she rang again. 

“Cool it with the doorbell,” Luke advised.  “Give them a chance to get to the door.”

But she did not hear movement inside.  The street was quiet, unnaturally so, and had someone been moving inside the house, she would have heard it thanks to her newly enhanced hearing.  She stood perfectly still and focused on the area beyond the walls, listening for conversations, for water running, for movement, breathing,
anything
.  But the house was completely still.  She quickly stepped back from the door and scanned the porch, searching for a ceramic frog.

“What’s the matter?” Luke asked perplexed.

“I’m looking for something,” she said.

“Okay I get that, but what?”

“A frog, I’m looking for a frog,” she said as she moved to the far corner of the porch.  “
This
frog as a matter of fact,” she said as she lifted a weathered gray frog that rested against the front of the house between two gnomes.  Beneath it was a key.

“Are you kidding me?” Luke asked.  “People actually leave a key to their house on the front porch?”

“Yeah, they do.”

“Seems really stupid to me.”

“Well, maybe to us, but does this look like my neighborhood or yours for that matter?”

“No,” he replied and she watched as his eyes examined the stately houses and the luxury cars that sat in front of them.  “I guess not.  But still, thieves target neighborhoods like this.  They prey on trusting fools like them.”

Arianna bristled at his implication that Lily and her family were fools.  Regardless of his thoughts on the subject, suggesting they were anything less than the kind and decent people they were seemed harsh.

“They’re not fools, okay.  They’re decent people,” she snapped.

Luke raised his hands in surrender.  “Sorry.  I didn’t mean to offend you.”

She didn’t say anything further.  She knew he hadn’t meant for his comment to be offensive.  Instead, she moved toward the door again and pushed the key into the lock.

“What’re you doing?” Luke panicked.  “We can’t just barge into their house.  They’re home!  Their cars are here.”

Arianna spun around and trained her gaze on him.  “If you’d like to wait in the car, be my guest.  I’m not forcing you to come in.  But my friend and her family could be hurt and I’m going in to find out.”

“If you’re worried, call the police,” he argued.

“Not yet,” she replied.  “I’m going in.”

“I guess I’m coming too,” he huffed.  “I can’t let you go by yourself.”

Arianna turned the handle of the front door and pushed it inward.  “Lily?  Mr. and Mrs. Andrews?  Anybody home?  Hello?” she called.

No one answered.  She stepped inside with Luke behind her.

“Lily?” she called out louder.  “Is anybody home?”

She began walking down the center hallway.  The kitchen lay ahead while a formal dining room waited to the right.  The house was completely quiet save for the ticking of a grandfather clock coming from the living room to the left and the faint whirring of the refrigerator. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Andrews?” she shouted.  “It’s me, Arianna Rose!”

No one replied. 

“No one’s here, Arianna,” Luke said and tugged at her arm.

“Then why are the cars here?” she asked.

“I don’t know, but this place, how quiet it is, is freaking me out.  Let’s get out of here.”

“No!” Arianna said sharply.  “Something doesn’t feel right.  I’m going upstairs.”

She started to move away from him toward the staircase.  He reached out and gripped her upper arm.  “Wait.  You’re right.  Something does feel off here.  All the more reason to, I don’t know, put in an anonymous call to the police department or the fire department.”

“I’m not waiting around for anyone,” she replied.  “If they’re hurt, we may not have time to wait.”

She turned to leave again, but he spun her around.  “And we’re going to do what exactly?” he asked, annoyance creeping into his tone.

“I, well, I don’t know,” she stammered.

“Exactly.  And neither do I.  So let’s just call the police.  Do you have your phone?”

“No.  I left my bag in your truck.”

Luke patted his pants pockets searching for his phone.  “Mine’s in the truck, too,” he said.  “Let’s go get them, or better yet, call from there.”

She paused a moment and looked around, feeling the strange rise and fall of energy, slow and steady like the chest of a sleeping beast.  “Fine,” she finally gave in.  Or so she’d led Luke to believe.