This is Elsa.
My Elsa.
I’ll fight the fucking ghosts away from her if I have to.
“W-what did Ma do, Aiden?” Her hands and legs shaking. She’s all shaking as if she’s coming down from an adrenaline rush.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t ask questions. Not now.” I pull her wet hands from under the water and cradle them in mine. “I want to feel you, Elsa. I want to engrave myself under your skin as deep as you engraved yourself under mine.”
“How?” She sobs, gasping on the words. “H-how can you want me when I hate myself right now?”
“You can hate yourself, and I’ll still want you, sweetheart.” I tug her into me and grip her by the hips. “I told you I’ll protect you, remember?”
She stares up at me with broken blue eyes.
That look makes me want to rip my heart out and lay it at her feet.
It’s the same look she gave me when she first saw me in her parents’ basement.
And the look she gave me when I last saw her in that fucking house.
It’s her. Not her mother.
Elsa has always been different from the monsters who ruled her life.
She can be them sometimes, but deep down, she didn’t change.
She didn’t become like me.
Using her hips, I push her until her back hits the wall. “I want you. I need you. You’re the only one I’ll ever need.”
“Aiden…” Her wet, reddened hand gets lost in my hair. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“So am I sweetheart.” Because I put her in the middle of a war against Jonathan that we both might lose.
If I end up falling with her, then so fucking be it.
I already decided that Elsa is mine and no one fucks with what’s mine.
“Make me forget,” she whispers, eyes still shining with tears and legs trembling.
I don’t even need an invitation. I yank her dress up and my jeans down. She wraps her legs around me as I thrust inside her.
Fuuuuck.
I can’t and will never get enough of the feeling of being inside her.
It’s a drug dose.
It’s a sense of belonging.
It’s finding a piece of yourself after years of separation.
Elsa is damnation, but she’s also the only fucking thing that makes sense.