Maddison Brooks

His arm was wrapped around my waist, his head in my hair, his lips against my neck; giving small kisses from time to time.

"Maddison you gotta pack!" Max yelled through the door as he knocked. Groaning I tried to get away from Charles hold so I could start packing.

"What are we packing for even? It's one and a half week until I have to be at college for gods sake." I muttered as I pressed myself back at the male behind me after realizing that its better in a bed with him then waking up and get ready for whatever.

"We are going to Italy."

"Why?" I rolled over so I pressed my head against Charles chest.

"Ask mom I don't wanna explain." My brother muttered before his steps disappeared down the corridor, followed by the sound of his door being closed to his room.

Charles lips pressed against the top of my head. "He still don't know that I'm here." He muffled a laugh against my hair. "Can I ask you something?" Suddenly turning serious.

"Sure." I nodded against his chest as his arms wrapped around my waist tighter like he was scared I would disappear into nothing.

"Your scared, and I still-"

"I'm not scared I'm terrified of everything." I looked up, he looked down at me. Burning my skin like he always have done.

"I'm sorry, I wont ask." He kissed my forehead.

"Ask."

"It's gonna sound like I'm a fucking a kindergarten kid." I muffled my own laugh by pressing my head against his chest again. "Do you wanna be with me? Like be together as a couple?" I looked up, he actually looked scared. His arms around my waist is squeezing me to hold me close. His heart beating hard against my chest.

"Your quiet." He loosened his arms around my waist, letting me have a way out. "Your saying no?" I looked up, his eyes took in every little detail about my face like it was the last time he will see me.

My lips pressed against his before he pulled back. "Was that a yes?" I nodded. "Use your words la mia principessa<my princess>" He mumbled against my lips.

"Yes, but-" Charles lips crushed against mine. His tongue traced over my bottom lip before I let it into my mouth, letting him take over like he always do. My body was tense, terrified over what he could do even if he would never do the same as Trevor did to me. But I also I did think the same about him.

His lips left mine, only to be followed by our deep breath against each other's lips. "We're taking it slow, your in charge. Ok?"

"Ok." My hand pushed back his shoulder so he laid on his back with me on top of him before I pressed my lips against him. The kiss was not as the one we had shared before that only was need and hate. This was more, more off everything. The need was more but controlled, the hate had turned into acceptance; love in some parts of both of us.

"Come on Maddison." My brother knocked at the door once again. Taking my lips away from my man. Letting out a chuckle for everything that have happened the last ten minutes.

I thought I hated him, I thought it for so long that I didn't let myself feel it earlier.

If I felt this earlier maybe he hadn't abused me.

Maybe.

There is always maybe in everything that is happening. Maybe can be used in different sentence to make up all types of reasons. Maybe I should re watch Captain America: Civil War. Maybe I should've called Charles like he said. So many maybe and so many different outcomes for everything.

"Do you know why I need to package to Italy?" I looked down in his dark brown eyes that I never seen so light as right now.

He nodded with a small smile on his face when he looked up to me; brushing my hair away from my face to my shoulder with his hand before cupping my face. "Can you tell me?" I sucked in my bottom lip while trying to give him puppy eyes that definitely failed, also melting into his hand on my left cheek. Charles thumb grazed  over my lip, brushing it out from between my teeth.

"I love your lips." I let out a breath, annoyed with not getting an answer. Curiosity crawling in my body.

"Can you tell me?" I repeated.

Charles chuckled, shaking his head a little before he took my lips to his, giving a small peak on the lips before both of us pulled away. Him for not wanting me to feel uncomfortable. Me for not wanting too go to fast even if I want Charles finger or dick as the latest to touch me instead of Trevors.

"Can." I gave him a peak on the lips. "You." Another. "Tell." Another. "Me?" Another, making him smile bigger then I ever seen him smile so I gave him another.

"Yes."

"Great, tell me."

"I tell you while you pack because we need to be on the flight soon." He sat up with me still over him so I ended up in his lap again before I stepped off him, eager so start pack so he can tell why the hell we are going to Italy. Opening the suitcase once again, throwing out everything dirty that I had used in New York. "Have you been wearing these?" I looked over my shoulder to find Charles sitting in my bed; holding a pair of used underwear that I had thrown from my suitcase.

"Perv." I muttered under my breath as I stood up from my knees on the floors to walking over to Charles. Trying to get my underwear back. "Give them back." I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched him look up at me with a smirk.

"A kiss and maybe give them back." A maybe is worth more then nothing. My hands cupped his cheeks as my lips touched his once again.

He is gonna get tired off me.

Just as I was about to pull away one of his hands held the back of my head, keeping me there for a while. Kissing my lips like I was his last life resort before he pulled away. I tired to grab my underwear behind him just the same second as he held them away. "Come on." I muttered as I turned around and continued packing, giving up on giving them back.

"We are going to Italy because it felt like you needed out from this place for a while and my parents couldn't go so I said maybe Brooks could go." He stood up from his seat on my bed, my underwear tucked into the pocket of his jeans. Walking up to him; wrapping my arms around his waist. Taking him in for a big hug.

"Thank you." I said before I pulled away, with my underwear in my hand as I waved them in front of his face. "Got them." He shook his head while letting out a low, deep chuckle before pressing a kiss on my forehead. I felt safe, I shouldn't feel this safe after what just happened in New York but weirdly I do. I feel as safe as I can be for once. No judge mental looks, just him and I.

Safe.

"I like your smile." He tracked it with his finger before he took a step against my door. "Now pack, we are leaving in half an hour."

"Half an hour?!"

Charles chuckled. "Yeah." He winked as he opened the door out to the corridor, walked out and closed the door. Shortly followed by the screen on my phone that laid on a coffee table right next to my bed lighted up. It fell dark for a second before the screen lighted up again and I walked over to see who texted.

Dickhead
I love you
Don't say it back

Smiling at his text before changing his name to something else then that even if he still is partly dickhead, he deserves a little better name then dickhead. 

•••

The cab drove up to a beautiful beach house with bushes around; following the withe fence around the yard in front. Pulling into a stop just next to the gate, quickly opening the door and stepped out to stretch my legs after the many hours of travel.

Taking in a deep breath, first time inhaling the smell of Italy that didn't smell like gasoline from cars and planes. The salty air from the ocean behind the houses stuck in my nose, waves behind the houses making a light cozy sound. All making me a bit dizzy. Also because of the jet lag.

A hand touched my small back; making me flinch even if it was even the lightest touch on my back. Looking up over my shoulder; seeing Charles give me a small smile before he looked back at my family that pulled out their stuff from the cab. "Maddison come and help!" My brother yelled from a few feet away, close enough so he didn't need to yell but did it anyway.

"My foot is hurting." I pointed at my foot that I hurt in New York even if I barely felt anything anymore with high pain tolerance from years of breaking toes with dance.

"Charles will you help her inside so she can rest?" Max looked over to the male next to me who simply gave him a nod before taking my suitcase out of my grip.

"I can take it myself."

"But I'm taking it." Charles threw a smirk as he opened the small gate that lead into the huge beach house. Mumbling something under my breath as I walked after him, soaking the nature of Italy in. From behind the house I could see a small bit of clear ocean water, wondering how it would feel if I dipped my toes into it. Green grass everywhere inside the bush fence around the house, except for the gravel walk up to the house.

"You coming?" He said, realizing that I had stoped mid walking up to the house for taking up as much I could before I walked into the house. Sprinting up to his side without pulling too much pressure on my foot to keep the act if my brother looked over.

The lock twisted open before Charles opened the front door into the house just to be first meet by an open kitchen slightly falling to the right. Light brown table in the middle with high dark brown chairs around it, all made in tree. Amongst the wall was the oven, sink, dishwasher in silver. Lockers and counters in the same style as the table in the middle. It all looked cheap but still expensive which it probably was with the rich Barnes family.

Moving my gaze from the open kitchen to the right to in front of me where big windows pointed against the ocean that reached all the way to the horizon. Sifting in light and dark brown colors melting into a turquoise. Withe waves pushing into the sand beach just outside the house on the backside.

Best, backyard, ever.

Fight me if not.

"Do you like it?" Charles stood beside me, looking at me before pressing a small kiss against the top of my head.

"Your gonna get tired of that." I pointed my finger into his muscled, hard chest.

"What?"

"Me."

"Never." Letting go of one of the suitcase he was holding to grab my chin and lift it up so I looked up to his gaze that fell over my face. Lifting me up while he sunk down a little to meet in the middle. My lips on his, his lips on mine. Not in any rush to do anything, comforting everything I've felt; both the happiness and the sadness even the parts of pleasure in pain. This was a mix of every happiness possible, like an orgasm ripping though my body without having one. Electricity pumping though my blood making me dizzy.

My family's voices and tired steps from the long trip reached through the closed front door making both of us take a step away from each other.

"Follow me." Taking the first step into the house. Following him through the open space, a piano pushed against the corner of the house; sighting over the ocean outside. Rounding around the kitchen up a stair into the second floor of the beach house.

The upper floor looked almost like home, a corridor with a few doors into different rooms. Bedrooms, bathrooms, who knows until you walked though all the doors to see what's on the other side.

Charles opened a door into the room furthest down the corridor. Opening up to a beautiful colorful room. Peach colored walls, huge windows pointing at the ocean just outside. Made bed on the left as soon I walked into the bedroom with a light pink bedspread with fluffy white pillows above.

A towel in the same color on the bedspread laid on the floor as carpet when I walked against the window out to the ocean and beach. "Do you like it?" A cozy, deep voice whispered against my ear as his arms wrapped around my waist. I hummed while nodding, never letting my gaze away form the sight in front of me; the shape of Charles in the window in front of us.

Pressing myself into his warmth even if my body was overheating in the late summer temperature inside the house. Accidentally pressing my butt against Charles hard on that was poking my ass. "When are you not hard?" I mumbles, making Charles laugh brush against my ear; pushing up a smile on my lips that reached my eyes even if it have been a while since it did.

I felt happy in the new nature and I felt safe in Charles embrace with his arms around my waist and head resting on my shoulder.

Safe.

Author's Note
Charles is always horny.. lmaoooo

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