Misinformed: Chapter Twelve

Sophie shoved down the lid of the suitcase and zipped it up. She pushed a loose strand from her face and huffed, setting it with the two others. Sophie turned on her heel, glancing around her room and making sure she had everything she needed immediately. She would do a final walk through before she left.

“You’ll only be gone a month, do you really need that much?” Silas asked, leaning in the doorway.

Sophie shrugged, “I may need more,” she looked at him. “They don’t have a Sephora out there.” She outstretched her arms, beckoning him towards her, pulling him in as he removed himself from the door and into her her arms.

“Come with me,” She murmured dreamily into Silas’ chest, her hands clutching at his back.

Silas put his hand on her shoulder. “You know I have work to do here.” His fingers brushed up her neck and then curled under her chin, making her look up at him. “It’s rather important.”

Sophie’s brow furrowed and her bottom lip jutted out far as his arms squeezed tighter around him, bringing him back in tight against her chest. “I know,” she grumbled with a sad nod. “I feel like something is ending before it began-” Silas cupped his hand around her mouth.

“Nothing’s ending, little master,” he growled as he moved her back. “Just a minor inconvenience.” Silas shoved her a bit, the backs of her knees hitting the edge of her bed and making her topple backward.

Sophie laughed and smirked up at him. “Let me play out my silly romance novel.” She laid her arms above her head, watching as Silas knelt down and push her sweater dress up passed her thighs. She moaned softly as she felt his lips on her hip.

“I doubt I’ll find another lovely little redhead to warm my bed while you’re away,” he teased and her foot landed a blow on his chin.

“Don’t even joke that,” Sophie snarled. She knotted her fingers in his hair and pulled as a warning. “I’ll gut you myself if Persephone doesn’t first.”

“Persephone would never hurt me. She idolizes me.” His hand parted her thighs. “Besides, I doubt you could fight me enough to rip a hair from my head.”

Sophie bit her lip in anticipation and she struggled to keep his hand in place. “You’ll answer your phone from now on, and you’ll text me too.” She ended her fight as he pulled his hand away and slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties.

“Your demands are too high,” Silas slipped her panties away. He then chuckled, “I like these thigh highs on you,” he said, rubbing his hand up the soft fabric and then her skin. “These and nothing else.”

Sophie scoffed, pushing her foot against his head as she sat up and pushed her sweater back down. “Access revoked,” she huffed, her cheeks red, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.

Silas pushed her back down. “Let me try to combination one last time,” he snarled against her neck, making her tremble. His hands shoved up the sweater and exposed her body to him. “You’re overdressed to be packing anyways, I’m simply trying to help.”

She bit his shoulder as his hands made their way to her chest, covering her moans with a growl. “Is it wrong I wanted to look cute?” She muttered.

Silas chuckled, his hot breath on her jaw, his lips dragging down her throat. She gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth as his fingers kneaded and rubbed at her mound, easing down and caressing her slick folds.

“You’re awful wet for pretending to be cute,” he moaned.

Sophie’s fingers dug into his back and gripped at his shirt. “So you admit I’m cute?” Her back arched as his fingers rubbed and teased the most sensitive part of her. “If I’m wet…” she swallowed, “if I’m wet it’s because you keep touching me and looking at me.”

Silas chuckled, easing back down between her thighs again, kissing as he went. “Yes, you’re very cute. Wearing something that barely covers your ass.” He growled as he kissed her fire colored curls. “And my favorite thigh highs.”

“Mm,” Sophie relaxed back, pressing her hands over her face as she felt Silas slip further down. “I just wanted you to remember me in something you’d enjoy. For your cold showers.”

She wasn’t allowing herself to think that she wouldn’t be able to see him again for so long. She and Isla had agreed the seclusion would be best, hiding away in her cabin in the mountains with only Grimm knowing the whereabouts. Silas wasn’t even allowed to be privy to the information since he was the one investigating Isla’s suspicions. He was allowed Sophie’s new phone number, and that was all. Everything else would be passed through Grimm.

“Silas,” she moaned out as his fingers slipped inside her, easily finding that sensitive spot that made her begin to lose breath. Since Isla had outlined her plan he had been like this with Sophie. Every moment she showed a sad face it was kisses and touches until she came undone for him. Sophie didn’t mind one bit, in fact, she had been greedy with his affections too. She wanted as much of him as she could get before having to restrict herself to texts and pictures.

“Silas,” she mewled again, “I want you!” She finally gasped out. “Please...give me…”

Silas looked up at her, his eyes serious and sharp, even the blind one. He removed his mouth from her folds and his finger slipped out from inside her. “What is it you want?” He growled, his rasp of a voice dangerous. Everything about him in that moment reminded Sophie of a sword barely pulled from its sheath. It was ready to strike.

“You’ve done so much for me and-” her voice choked in her throat. She sat up and caught his face between her palms. “Fingers are all well and good, but they’re like a salad. I expect a steak afterwards.”

Silas chuckled darkly. “You’re far too greedy to me such an upright lady.”

“Horny is different. I want my steak.” Sophie pouted. “Give me that orc dick.”

Silas busted out laughing. “Ok. Fine. Twist my arm why don’t you?” He kissed her.

Silas rose up slightly, enough to kiss her. He then stood before her and stripped off his shirt. She felt she would never grow used to the sight of his chest. The ripples and fur, the lovely jut of his hip bones. She reached out, licking there, her fingers moving for his zipper.

“Little master,” he growled warningly.

She flicked her steely eyes up at him, letting him see her little red tongue as it went down his hip bone. “This is mine.” She opened his pants and pushed them down with a rather impatient huff.

Silas grabbed her hand before he pulled his underwear down. “Wait,” he caught her chin.

Her hand was on his leg, the missing one. Her fingers touching the scars there on his thigh. He kept her chin in place, keeping her from looking at it.

Sophie pressed her palm to his leg, squeezing gently there. She then pushed his hand away and kissed his scars. She had wanted to kiss him there, touch him, to reassure him and build his confidence. Silas was so strong, he deserved to feel invincible. Her hand pet up his thigh, naughty fingers grasping at his rear and squeezing and kneading.

“Hey!” He lurched and made her giggle.

“It’s hard,” she teased, her other hand wrapping around and pinching the other cheek. “Yet perky,” she kissed the growing bulge in his underwear.

“Sophie,” he snarled.

Sophie licked her lips and in a quick, sudden motion pulled down his boxers. Her long fingers grasped around his thick shaft and she looked up at him, catching his dark gaze on her own as she stroked him slowly.

Silas gritted his teeth, feeling as if his knees would give at any moment. Her eyes made him tremble as she captured him. Silas grasped the back of her head, undoing her bun to see her hair fall free. She so very seldom let it down and it was his favorite vision of her.

Sophie smiled and her gaze shifted, going to what she clutched in her hand. Her eyes went starry and she placed his green cock against her red lips.

Silas shuddered, accidentally pushing himself in a little deeper. She whimpered softly, her hand on his thigh. She then sighed, slowly taking him more into her mouth, her tongue hot as she lapped at him. Her head bobbed and she moaned as his taste flooded her, his scent making her mind go white.

“Anh,” she moans as he pulled away from her.

“You’re far too good at that,” he snarled at her, gripping her hair to keep her in place. “I don’t want to cum just yet.”

Sophie smiled, feeling a little proud. She didn’t think she had much skill when it came to fellatio, but if Silas liked it then that was all she needed. She stood up, rubbing herself against his body as she did. “You’ve been so attentive to me, I wanted to repay the favor.”

Silas knelt down, biting her neck and shoulder, grinding himself against her stomach. “That’s for me too,” he growled into her ear.

Sophie shivered, her toes curling at his voice. “Silas,” he mewled, pawing at his chest. “Fingers and kisses are all well and good,” she reached down and gripped his cock again. “This is what I really want.”

Silas  pushed her down onto the bed, admiring her from above. Her dark thigh highs a nice contrast to her pale skin. Her pink nipples were slightly puffy, the peaks hard and a darker shade. He stroked his fingers down her neck and chest. Silas spread her thighs and lifted her knees up.

Sophie swallowed in anticipation, her breath hitching when she felt him slicked himself along her wet slit. “Don’t go easy on me,” she managed to choke out. “I want to feel you on me until I see you again.”

Silas bit his lip. “You have no idea how much I want to.”

“Leave bruises,” Sophie pant, reaching down and grasping him, pushing him inside her. She looked up to watch his expression as she savoured him inside her. “I mean it. I want you to leabe fingerprints.”

Silas was biting his lip, feeling her heat rise up through him and warming him. As he began to move he felt something on his back, something scalding and burning. He flinched and shivered, gasping as his mouth filled with smoke and his throat itched and tightened. He lifted his head from her eyes to the fire glowing just beyond the window.

He woke with a start.

Silas slowly rose up from his pillow and groaned. That had been happening a lot lately. It had stopped for a while, the nightmares, now they were back and invading even the few good dreams that remained to him.

The house was as quiet as a crypt, just like before, back when he thought what he wanted was to be left alone. There were no sounds of joy upstairs, no Persephone to wake him with a kiss. No Sophie to wake him with a kiss for that matter either. The house was hollow without them, just a shell holding in what was there.

Silas had moved himself to Sophie’s bed while she was gone with Isla. If he slept in his bed the nightmares came without even a good dream. At least in her bed, he dreamed something nice. He was surrounded by her and that served as comfort enough.

Silas checked his phone, seeing that she had already sent him several texts from her morning. There was a picture of her essay for class, a few others of her study book, her notes, her laptop on with Isla in the background with captions like: “We got up early to finish some school work!”

“Just because we’re on the lam doesn’t mean we can quit our education!”

There was a picture of Persephone staring intently out the window. “She keeps thinking you’ll come walking up.”

“Tell her no man is worth of that much loyalty.” He responded.

A few seconds later her message popped up. “You are! Don't pull that self-deprecating shit with me good sir.”

He smirked. “I’m no sir.”

A picture of her enjoying a cup of coffee was sent. “I miss your coffee. Isla’s is worse than mine.”

Silas rose from bed and walked to the kitchen. “So you admit that yours was bad?”

“It was just the brand I got.”

Silas chuckled and leaned across the kitchen counter. The burning from his dream was fading away.

“I hate it here,” she replied.

“No Sephora?”

“I could care less about that right now. We don’t go anywhere so I haven’t touched my makeup since I left.”

“Then why do you hate it?”

“I miss you so much I feel like my heart is breaking.”

Silas’ heart leaped nervously, causing his stomach to churn and his skin to feel cold and clammy. He hadn’t ever expected this kind of confession. He swallowed at the painful lump in his throat and he sat back up.

“I told you, no man is worth that loyalty.”

As soon as the text was sent his phone began ringing, her number flashing on the screen. He felt a jolt of excitement rush through his body and he answered quickly. “I thought you were busy studying,” he grumbled into the phone.

“Listen,” her voice was a little shaky but she sounded calm, she chuckled softly then and that eased his tension to a degree. “I’m scared,” she whispered. “But not for myself.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m the last one you should worry about.” He starts the coffee pot and rubs his face. He hadn’t shaved in days and his stubble was becoming a beard rather fast.

“I will worry!” She scolded. “You’re worth the worry, you’re worth the loyalty, you’re worth the stress-induced nightmares,” she sniffled and his heart melted. “Silas, stop thinking you’re just some cannon fodder. You’re not a meat shield. You’re not a stray dog. You’re my knight, my hero.”

He hadn’t allowed himself to miss her until this moment. “Sophie-”

“You stay quiet!” She fussed at him again. “You listen to what I have to say! Because you won’t listen to anyone else!” She paused for a moment and he heard her blow her nose.

Dilas sighed. “Ok fine. Berate me.”

“You’re important. You’re strong and beautiful. And even if the world tells you ‘no’ I’m beside you screaming ‘yes’.” Sophie’s voice cracked and squeaked as she forced herself not to cry.

Silas smiled. “Beautiful? Are you drunk?”

“No! And Persephone and I think so,” she murmured so softly he felt as if she was right beside him, her warm arms around him and her dewy lips to his skin.

“I don’t want you doing something stupid,” she urged. “Do not sacrifice yourself because you think it’s the right thing to do. Because I can assure it is far and away from the right thing to do! You don’t just go into a fight and get yourself hurt and never take care of it. Don’t do something stupid and based on your hatred. Just don’t ok?”

“I have a lot of hatred, a lot of rage,” he growled.

“Please,” her soft plea was like a sword through the chest. “Please, quiet the rage inside.”

Silas sighed and ran his hand over his face. “No promises but I can try.” He hadn’t ever made a promise like that to anyone. Sophie was the first to even ask him to take a gentle path.

Sophie sniffled again. “Ok,” she hiccuped. “I’ll hold you to it.”

“Stop getting so emotional over me. You’ve barely been gone at all, no need to worry about me right now.” Silas’ growl then turns seductive. “The only thing worth holding is your ankles beside your ears.”

“You better not start that,” she scolded, a giggle escaped between sniffles. “I always worry about you. Persephone too.”

Silas leaned his back against the nearly painful, cold wall. He closed his eyes and listened to her soft breathing for a moment. “I’m working to protect you.”

“All the more reason to worry,” she murmured gently into the receiver. “You saved me once, Silas,” she swallowed back a sob. “I don’t want to always be a damsel in distress to you.”

Silas laughed then, his body shaking a little. “Oh, my little master,” he purred into the receiver. “You’re always in distress.”

Sophie scoffed, “shut up. I’m capable.”

“Yes,” Silas sighed. He took a coffee mug down from the cabinet and poured the coffee. “I need to get ready, little master. I’ll try and talk to you later.”

Sophie sighed. “Promise?”

Silas scoffed, “yes, I promise.” 

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” Silas flinched for a moment, wondering how she knew. “Send me pictures of you getting ready,” she then purred.

“You’ve got enough saved on your phone to last you,” he huffed. “Later, Sophie.”

“Later, bye,” she murmured and hung up. She set her phone aside and looked across the room where Isla was scrambling to appear like she hadn’t been listening.

Sophie frowned and came back into the room. “You shouldn’t be moving like that,” she crossed her arms tight against her chest.

“You’ve been gone this long and you two still haven’t had phone sex?” Isla scoffed, tucking a loose curl of hair away under the arm of her glasses. “You’re so vanilla it makes me sad.”

Sophie grimaced at her and stood up from the sofa. She moved across the room and set her books down on the desk.

“So?” Isla eyed her. “Whats up?”

Sophie shook her head. “Nothing. Well, nothing new anyways. Just the same old worry as before.” She sat back down and hung her head over her books.

Isla crooked her brow and she tilted her head to her shoulder. “Nothing? Really?” She asked as she studied and read Sophie like an open book that happened to be large print. “Nothing, nothing, nothing,” she repeated then she slapped her hand in Sophie’s book, making Sophie lurch backward.

“You really are holding yourself back aren’t you?” Isla sighed. “Why didn’t you just tell him those silly little words again. He probably likes it.”

“None of your business!” Sophie snipped back, her hands clutching her sweater’s collar.

“Oh you’re so cute it’s sickening,” Isla snorted. “‘I miss you so much I feel like my heart is breaking’,” she shook her head. “You’re such a trope, it’s wonderful.”

“I knew you were listening!” Sophie whined. 

“You want to tell him you love him?” Isla asked, her voice going soft and sincere. “Then why not? You’ve said it before, why hold back now?”

Sophie’s cheeks went red and she tucked her head into her sweater, her eyes peeking out over her knuckles. She mumbled inaudibly for a second.

Isla turned her head so her ear was facing Sophie. “What was that? Sorry, I got shot and can’t hear so good.”

“You wanna tell Grimm,” Sophie quipped. “You want him to take your coat.”

Isla clinched her good fist and she avoided looking at Sophie as her whole face went bright pink. “You don’t know anything,” she touched her heated cheek. “And we aren’t talking about me,” she looked back Sophie’s way. “Does it really matter if you tell him over the phone?”

Sophie’s lips parted and then she shut them tight. “I want him to know,” she whispered. “I want him to feel-” she hesitated and chuckled nervously. “I don’t think he’s ever heard anyone say it to him before. So I just want him...while I’m gone…”

“I think he knows, Sophie,” Isla murmured, reaching out and taking Sophie’s hand. “I don’t think he would do this for anyone but you.”

Sophie glanced out the window where Persephone was laying, sighing heavily. “If something were to happen and neither one of us could say it-” Her voice cracked and she wiped at her eyes.

“It won’t be for much longer,” Isla assured. “He has a meeting with Grimm tonight, so we’ll have some information coming in soon.”

Sophie exhaled deeply, her shoulder slouching. “Yeah,” she nodded. She scratched at her hairline and then opened up her books and laptop again. “I need to finish this assignment and watch that lecture so I can make notes.”

Isla smiled towards her, concerned and sympathetic. “Good girl,” she then stood up, her arm in a sling. “I’ll go make us some tea.”

“Coffee,” Sophie chirped up. “I don’t like tea that much.”

Isla’s brow furrowed and she turned back towards Sophie. “Since when?”

Sophie became silent, slipping on her headphones as she turned on the lecture to listen to, her head bowed as she wrote in her notebook.

Isla sighed and went into the kitchen where she turned on the coffee maker, having prepped it that night when she couldn’t sleep. She leaned against the fridge and cupped her hand over her shoulder as she listened to the silence beyond the burbling of the coffee maker. She checked her reflection in the mirror beside the cabinets and touched the purple and green circles under her eyes. Not to mention the bruise on her cheek from where she hit the ground the night she had been shot.

Both she and Sophie had been having trouble sleeping since arriving at the cabin. She had negotiated with herself that she would sleep better once Grimm showed up and brought them Silas’s report. She wasn’t really sure when she would stop being tormented by the sound of a gunshot. Any loud, sudden noises caused her to go into a near panic attack. She hated it, that was never her. She never worried, never gave a care. Now here she was insisting Sophie always wear headphones when they watched television so that she could watch with subtitles.

Isla tossed a dish rag over the mirror and turned to the coffee pot and poured two full mugs. She knew exactly how Sophie took it now, just a dash of sugar. That was never how she used to take it. Then again, they both weren’t doing things like they normally did these days.

Isla set Sophie’s mug near her then wandered back into the kitchen with her phone in hand. She had gotten a new phone and was slowly getting used to it. Her messages were empty, save for one chat. She opened it and sent a message.

“Make sure to bring some extra clothes. It’s going to storm and you may be stuck a day or two.”

The reply came back faster than she expected. “What do you really want to say, gorgeous?”

She smiled, heart feeling at ease for the first time that morning. She rubbed her thumb over the message. Sophie’s earlier accusations going through her head.

“It’ll be nice having you around. We’re both a little jumpy.” Isla  replied.

“I’m certain. Too bad I can’t bring the other safety blanket for the other needy kitten.” Grimm answered her. “I think he may need her more than she needs him. Imagine? A big guy like that? It’s awful cute, I won’t lie.”

“No flirting with Silas when I’m not around. You know I like to watch you work.” Isla giggled. “Also, are you calling me a kitten?” She texted back quickly. She then sent another quick response to that. “And just what are you insinuating about yourself?”

“Don’t worry about it, kitten.”

Isla smirked to herself. “I can have Silas kill you, you know?”

“Oh yes, I’m fully aware of who can and can’t kill me. I have an idea about which on you are, by the way.”

Isla toyed with the idea of sending me a dirty picture before she remembered the massive bruise from her shoulder and down onto her chest. “Just stop assuming things.”

“You’ve been batting me around for years, kitten. I know you too well to just assume. I know.”

Isla’s cheeks burned and her chest ached. In times like these, when their banter got to this level of back and forth, he was always in arm’s reach. “Then know this: I OWN YOU.”

“I know all too well where I belong. Till tomorrow.”

Isla set her phone down and covered the smirk on her lips with the back of her hand. “Fuck you,” she murmured to herself softly.

Grimm tucked his phone back into his pocket. “Yeah, fuck you too kitten,” he murmured under his breath, knowing Isla well enough to sense her thoughts. He knocked on the door and waited, watching as snow began to fall and settle on the concrete.

The door opened and Silas stepped out. The two men made a good pair, the scarred orc and the black bull, both were large and scary on their own. Silas locked the door behind himself and waved for Grimm to follow him.

“What? Not going to let me in? Serve me tea?” Grimm followed close beside Silas as they walked to the dark car parked behind the cottage. “This yours?” He asks in surprise. “It’s nice.”

“I usually keep it in storage,” Silas replied as he hit the unlock button on his keys then tossed them to Grimm. “Everything is in there.”

Grimm fondled the keys inquisitively. “What? We gonna make out in the back seat?” He winked at Silas who just ignored him. 

“Everything she asked for,” he pointed. “Take this car and go. No need for us to trade.”

Grimm furrowed his brow but he nodded slowly. “I didn’t expect you to be so efficient.”

“Give me your keys,” Silas waved his hand. “I’ll keep your car, then we can trade again when you get back. Beauchamp knows what your car looks like, he has no clue about mine. He thinks I’ve only got the motorcycle.”

Grimm furrowed his brow. “You think you’ll have more info by then?” Grimm walked to his car with Silas.

“I don’t plan on sitting around,” he growled. “Once you’re gone, I’m going back out again.”

“Damn,” Grimm took his bag from the trunk and then gave Silas the keys. “I know I tease, but I do find you damn sexy, Silas.”

Silas continued to block out his flirting. “I have other jobs to do as well.” He stuffed the keys into his pocket. “Appearances to keep and all that shit.” He then pointed back to his car. “There’s emergency gear in there. Supposed to-”

“Snowstorm, yeah, Isla mentioned that too.”

Silas then snapped him a glaring look. “No names. Ever.”

Grimm looked quite surprised, “wow, really?”

“Yes really,” Silas snarled back. “You may call it paranoia but I call it being careful.”

Grimm held his hands up. “No judgment there. I respect how professional you are. I’m but a lowly janitor.”

“Bullshit,” Silas scoffed. “If you’re just a janitor them I’m just a photographer.”

Grimm laughed and shrugged. “Yeah, well, for all anyone else knows. I am.” He picked up his bag and tossed it over his shoulder. “Be safe, got it?”

“Be smart, got it?” Silas growled as he turned back to the cottage.

“I’ll try,” Grimm tossed his bag into the car and slipped inside. He palmed his phone and sent a message as the car started up.

“The orc is efficient, I’m on my way.”