Double Trouble in Paradise | cw

She held him close, pressing her arms to his back, letting him feel as much contact as he needed. The kisses made her hum, stretching her neck for him to make it easier for him to bite down on. Gritting her teeth softly, it seemed like he struggled to even find the happy memories between them. She felt water in her eyes, reliving that memory that had hirt both of them so much. "It's not unnatural," she whispered in his ear, "they just couldn't understand."
If he was still biting down on her she would instead show him another memory. One that she held so dear in her mind. How after their separation she had snuck out of her bedroom window, finding the room that he was in and tapped on the window. Back then, going against their adoptive family's rules wasn't something she had ever done, but she had done it for Judah. He had opened the window for her, and she had asked him to join him outside. They had snuck out for the night, going down to the beach that their home hadn't been far from. "It was there we kissed for the first time," she whispered in his ear as the memory was shown, pressing him closer. Nobody was ever going to separate them again after that. "And we played tag along the beach, eventually ending up in the water with a big splash," smiling as she whispered the memory to him as he was being shown it.

She could feel Judah calm down as she spoke and it in turn made her feel like she was doing the right thing. Their life had both bad and good memories, and she didn't want him to forget all the good ones. Not if she could help it. He released her and she groaned softly, feeling a bit of her blood trickle down her neck and reaching her collarbone. She didn't care, pulling away to look at his face. She cupped it between her palms, leaning in to connect their lips in a gentle and yet so tender peck. "I love you so much," she whispered against his lips, nuzzling their noses together. He was truly her everything. Laying like this wasn't sexual to them, it was them seeking one another's comfort, having nothing between them. It was how they had come into this world together, and it was what felt the most natural. "Do you feel better?" she knew he was, she just wanted to hear some verbal confirmation.

His mutter made her smile in return. They both knew they loved each other, they showed it on the daily, but sometimes it was really nice to just utter those words. They weren't just words anymore, they were promises. Promises to always be by each other's side no matter what, the promise to love one another forever. His confession filled her body with relief, nodding as he wrapped his arms back around her, feeling so safe in his embrace. "And you'll always have me," she said in a soft whisper against his lips as their noses were nuzzled. "Mother's words were right; We were made for each other," she smiled, kissing him all over his face in small pecks, smiling against his skin as she held herself close.
Their skin being pressed together was a feeling like no other. It was akin to coming home after a long trip. With him she knew she would always have a home, a love to call her own. Her fingertips dug lightly into his skin, just to feel how his soft flesh molded to her palms, making her sigh. "Do you want to sleep?" she asked. Normally after feeding he could be rather tuckered out, and she was perhaps one of the few vampyres that actually liked sleeping.

Avila smiled, turning around to let him snuggle up close to her. His whisper and small kisses made her chuckle, however she waited to fall asleep before she felt him relax. Then she herself closed her eyes, drifting off into the vampyre stasis that was the closest they would ever get to sleeping. She was reliving the day, rethinking her thoughts, and as soon as she opened her eyes she found that a fair few hours had passed. It was still too early for them to get ready for work. So instead she turned around, hugging herself close to Judah, kissing him along his chest. Her hands exploring his skin as if she was touching him for the first time, and yet she knew every part of him. She wasn't looking to wake him up just yet, she just couldn't help herself.

"4 am," she whispered in a hushed voice, knowing she didn't have to keep it down, but they were laying so close that she didn't feel the need to raise her voice. He pulled her closer and she giggled softly, pressing her face into his chest, just feeling how close he was to her. She was going to look back at this all day, she was sure of it. His question made her sigh, nodding as she could remember that time all too well. "I used to wake up much before you .. Just laying there, looking at you, touching your hair," she said, remembering it all too vividly. Being with him would always bear fond memories, however the notion of their adoptive parents looming over them gave her a bitter taste in her mouth. Her hands moved down along his side, grasping softly at his hips, molding his skin in her hands. "I remember how we would shift between which room we would meet up in," she chuckled, but perhaps it was because they other always slept best surrounded by the scent of the first.
She giggled softly, "I remember when they had to leave the house for the weekend; How we didn't have to sneak around," she sighed, kissing him across his chest, biting a few places but not really piercing his skin. "How we would make out anywhere we weren't allowed to be together; The couch, the stairs, their bed," it was such fond memories to her. Some of her happiest moments if she thought about it. "I think it was the first time we even dared to sleep naked together," her breath hiccupping as she felt her eyes water at how happy she was they didn't have to sneak around anymore.

"Please I was so awkward," she giggled, clearly a bit embarrassed by how she had been back then. She had grown a lot over the years, and frankly she felt proud of how far they had both come. Though she had to admit it was a sweet thought. "There's still some firsts to come," she reminded him. While they had done many things together, they still had a lot to see of this world. "And we don't have to hide who we are when all of this is over .. We can go far away and live our lives as we want to and just be you and me," she smiled, kissing him down his chest to his stomach. Oh how she loved his body, how his muscles were so perfectly under his skin, how soft he was to her vampyric senses. Truly nobody would ever feel this heavenly.
"But if you want to .. We do have time to experience each other for the first time today?" she said, looking up at him with a warm smile, moving her kisses around his belly button and down along his happy trail, gritting her teeth lightly as the smell of him overwhelmed her in the best of ways. "What do you say?" she asked, not going further if he just wanted their morning to be sweet and subtle. All she wanted was for him to be happy in every sense of the word.

Seeing his lips folding made her rest her cheek against his stomach, smiling as she looked up at him. He touched her hair, making his decision and she hummed, feeling his fingers touch her hair making her close her eyes for a little while. "There's no rush to anything my love," she told him in a relaxed voice, her body clearly just happy to be close to him. Her hands moved up and down his sides as she laid there with her head on his stomach and her body pressed against his legs. "And just to be clear, you could never ruin any memory with me," she said, crawling up to him, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close as she kissed him tenderly. It was so clear from everything that she cared for him more than anything. "Just by being here you make me happy," she reminded him.
They laid for a while in bed, chatting back and forth, just lightly touching one another, perhaps sharing a few kisses every now and again. However as the alarm on her phone rang she knew it was about time to get up and get ready for the day. She felt a bit more relaxed about getting ready today, perhaps because she had dirt on their father and she had a plan to keep up with.
As the days passed she made sure that Judah kept planting seeds in the boss' mind. Ideas for him as to what to do to Miss Summers when he saw her. How to weasel his calendar around to stop by Eden's office more often. Avila wasn't thrilled with this old man constantly being there, but she wanted Eden to see that she wasn't just a cold and scheming woman. She wanted him to feel pity for her. That way he would perhaps let go of the fact that she had been rather forward about her knowledge of Romeo and him.
A few weeks had passed at this point and Avila got dressed in the morning in a rather tight dress. One that showed off the womanly curves she had, albeit she was still rather slim. At least Judah had complimented her on her look, keeping her hair up in a nice with the few strands framing her face. Her brown contacts in and her makeup done almost to perfection she stepped into the workplace turning a lot of heads. However she wasn't breaking any dress codes. Moving over she sat down by her desk out in front of Eden's office, sorting out her papers as she did every morning, fixing the mail and whatnot needed to be done.

Avila was playing polite, and yet she also knew she was leading the man on when nobody was around. She would tease him, touch his arm, toying with him. And today he seemed to linger more than usual. Looking down as he touched her hair, she wondered if Eden could see this. Did he care? He had to! She had seen how he had reacted that first day. "I wish I hadn't assigned you to Mr. Parish here," the boss hummed, clearly eating her up with his eyes, "he seems to be taking your .. qualities for grated." Avila was silent, biting her lower lip to tease him, but Eden couldn't see that. "I'm very sorry, sir, but I have to finish up these papers for Mr. Parish," she said, her voice sweet and so alluring to the elderly man who seemingly didn't mind that he was taking time away from work. His grubby hands moving down, touching her bare shoulder, running his fingers around her skin. She didn't like it, but it had to be done, "oh you're such a little minx, you are," he sighed, lingering a bit before he leaned away and had to go.
Avila took her time, assorting the papers before heading over to Eden's door, knocking on it gently. "Your morning reports," she said, faking how she was trying to hide a shaky voice. Oh she was going to play this up a lot. She stepped in, keeping her eyes down as she had the first day. Heading to his desk she placed the papers down for him, lingering briefly if there was something he needed.

Avila turned her eyes to Eden, clearly looking surprised he was asking, but she tried hiding it. "You don't owe me kindness, Mr. Parish," she assured him, though her eyes were vulnerable before looking down again, "karma gets to us all in the end it seems." She was feinting being remorseful about having caught Eden in the act and threatening him. Taking a few deep breaths she folded her hands in front of her, knowing how to stand to make her body look alluring yet natural. "I can handle it for now, sir .. I'm used to it at this point," which was perhaps the truest thing she could ever admit to. Avila and Judah had always been seen as very attractive, perhaps because of their genes. They were beautifully put together, and Avila had always been attracting attention.

So he didn't believe in karma? That was sort of interesting, but she just noted it down in her mind. He seemed to be silent for a while, just looking at her, and she wondered if he liked how she looked. Did he find her appealing? Could he recognize her mother in her? Perhaps himself? His question made her sigh, "without him I wouldn't be fortunate enough to have the position I have right now," she said, avoiding the question, wanting to lead Eden on. If she avoided the questions, surely he would understand how uncomfortable it made her. "If that was everything sir, I think I should better head back and sort out your meetings for today," she said, nodding at him politely before heading for the door.

So he really thought she was overqualified? She could've smiled if it wasn't because she needed to have a straight face and play into being hurt. He came over, stopping her from exiting and she looked up at him, her eyes vulnerable. "It's fine sir," she said, her voice weak, and yet she was denying his help. Because that would mean he would keep an even greater eye on her from now on. "I didn't come here to trouble anyone .. I promise I'll come to you if I need to," she said which was actually rather rational. However from how hurt she looked, she knew he would perhaps start to worry more about her. She stood there for a while, "am I allowed to leave now, sir?" her voice barely a whisper, so vulnerable and raw, as it was clear she needed a moment for herself.

As soon as she was allowed to leave she moved over to her desk, grabbing her handbag before taking firm and quick steps towards the toilets. Going inside, she hid away in a stall, flipping the seat down, sitting down. She was smiling. Oh she was so stupidly good at this. Texting Judah to tell him that things were going just fine, she prepped herself to look more put together after what had happened. Fixing her lipstick and making sure her hair was sitting just right. The next part of her plan could commence.
Eden had a meeting that afternoon, and they had agreed a few days prior that she was to tidy up his office, arrange some files in the cabinet just to prepare for when the interns would be starting officially. This was the chance she had been building up to, and if Judah did his job right, then the boss would soon be heading for Eden's office, well knowing that Avila would be alone and Eden at a meeting. Looking at the time, she knew the boss had been told some different times than was actually planned, meaning if things went according to plan, her father would catch his boss in the act.
And it worked almost like clockwork, Avila standing in her tight dress sorting files as she had been told to as the boss entered. She played into his touch, even if she felt disgusted by it all, she had promised Judah to do everything within her powers to help them get closer to Eden. And this was going to aid them, she was sure. Soon enough the boss had her pinned down on Eden's desk, defiling her body, tearing her dress in different places and messing her makeup up. She was turned around, her stomach and chest pressed against the desk surface, her hair undone and she forced herself to cry, making the vision that Eden would enter to even that much worse. The old man was grunting, clearly greedily feeling her up, and she whimpered, looking at the door, hoping and praying that she had timed this right.