Misinformed: Chapter Eleven

It was the smell of bacon and coffee that made her stir, but it was the hangover that woke her. She cussed in cotton-mouthed garble as she put her hand over her eyes and shielded them as she peeled them open. The room was surprisingly dark, unlike her room that was all sheer white curtains and silver light in the morning.

Sophie remembered the previous evening barely, if not at all. She remembered Margery screaming from a hospital bed, pissed and livid before the painkillers kicked in and she went gooey and sleepy. She remembered walking out of the hospital but not much of what happened between then and smelling the bacon. Sophie wanted water now, a cold shower, and to brush her teeth.

Sophie sat up and groaned, realizing she was naked save for a pair of boxer briefs. 

She grumbled, and looked them over. “I need new underwear,” she sighed as she pushed her hair away from her face, her braid still in place but matted and rough from sleeping on it. She tugged it apart, brushing it with her fingers as well as she could.

“Where’s my clothes?” She fumbled as she looked around the dark room.

She remembered briefly the bright fluorescent lights. The sort of second-hand smoke smell mixed with the antiseptic scent of floor cleaner. A hand appeared in her memory. A big, hairy hand that looked well worn and in a devious way very sexy, it grabbed a bottle of something and handed it to her.

Sophie stepped out into the hallway and suddenly realized where she was. She was home, but she was in Silas’s place. She still didn’t feel safe sleeping in her place, without Silas at least. She found she could only sleep soundly when he was around. 

Persephone was on the sofa, lounging and bathing in the scent of the bacon, knowing her time was coming very soon. She saw the bottles on the coffee table and the mess that had been left behind. Her cottonmouth explained by a quarter-full, for lack of a better word, jug of whiskey.

Sophie clutched the boxer briefs to keep them from falling off and she continued searching for her clothes. She found her bra underneath Persephone’s head. A sock that was pulled over an empty bottle.

“Jesus,” Sophie grumbled as she took a throw blanket and wrapped it around herself. It was awful, scratchy and stiff and heavy. Why did he own such a thing? She thought as she came out of the living room and to the kitchen.

She then saw him, shirtless and in tight boxer briefs. Her eyes perused him. “Not bad,” she thought. “He’s got nice thighs, good ass.” Her eyes trailed up more, his back broad and muscular. Sophie’s hungover mind made her check him out like the first time she had seen him. She then saw his prosthetic leg, the first time she had actually seen him standing with it exposed. She saw the huge scar that went up the back of his thigh. Tears prickled at her eyes in her weak state.

Silas turned, placing bacon on a plate lined with napkins. His long dark hair covered most of his face, giving him this added sensual look. She checked his hands, making sure they were the ones she was recalling. And yes, they were. Huge mitts of fur and muscle. She remembered how they felt on her cheek, her back, her knee. She remembered kissing him that night, tasting the whiskey on his tongue, the flavor of her own drink mixing in. His hands gently pushing her back.

“Uhm-” Sophie started.

Silas turned and looked at her, his hand pushing his hair away from his face. “You up?” He asked. “Or are you still drink?” A smug smirk spread across his lips.

She looked down, nervous. “I have a headache,” she answered. She looked up slowly, going from toe to top again. “Still good thighs,” she bit her lip, wondering why she was sizing him up like it was the first time. His stomach was hard and had a trail of pitch fur that grew into a nice pelt across his strong chest. He had thick stubble this morning as well. Drinking him in she felt like a weak little school girl.

“I told you that you would,” he growled to her as he washed his hands. “But you insisted you were fine.” 

“Scold me when I feel better,” Sophie pouted pitifully. She placed her forehead on his back and the warmth felt nice.

Silas chuckled and moved gently, her head staying to his body as he turned. “I’ll get you some aspirin.” He kissed the top of her head and  turned the stove off. He then motioned to the stools around the bar that served as his table. “That’s a rug you’re wearing, you realize that?” He teased as he walked away.

“It’s a what?” Sophie looked down and realized why the blanket felt so awful. “Oh god-” she dropped it on the ground and put her arm against her chest. She took a seat and held her head, rubbing her temples as he came back. 

Silas poured a glass of water and set the pills and it on the table. He took the rug she had wrapped around herself and replaced it with a shirt that felt cool against her skin as he slipped it over her.

“Thank you,” Sophie looked up at him. “I’m sorry I-”

Silas chuckled, smirking down at her. “Don’t remember?”

She blushed, lips parting slightly as she looked away. “No, I-”

He laughed, going back to the stove. “You insisted,” he said as he refilled his cup of coffee. “If you want to blame me, I’m really the victim here.”

Sophie swallowed the pills and gulped the water. She took a breath and looked back at him as he pulled biscuits from the stove. “What happened after we left the hospital?” She grumbled. “Has Isla called at all?”

He poured another mug of coffee and set it before her along with a plate of toast, bacon, and eggs. “It’s fairly early, I doubt she has,” he answered her.

Sophie frowned up at him. “But what happened afterward?”

Silas met her eyes with a knowing grin on his face “You drank yourself stupid,” he chuckled. “Do you want me to tell you every embarrassing detail?”

“I embarrassed myself?” She whined, smooshing her cheek against the cool countertop.

Silas took a piece of bacon and ate it. “Oh, quite thoroughly.” He sat beside her at the bar. “You tried to blow me, nothing happened, and it ended there,” he replied. “I stopped you and we made out and you fell asleep.”

Sophie didn’t believe him, eyeing him as she took a tentative sip of coffee. “That all?”

“You were angry and stressed, I let you drink and relax,” he shrugged. “I didn’t think you would go quite as overboard as you did, but I at least know you aren’t the lightweight I thought.”

Sophie smiled at him and leaned in, kissing him softly. “Is this you trying to take care of me?” She felt better as the water and medicine hit her system.

“I’m not good at comforting people,” he growled, petting her hair away from her face. “I can at least make sure a girl doesn’t go around with a rug wrapped around herself.”

“I feel like my brain is shut off,” Sophie sighed as she reached for her plate. “I was ogling you like a horny school girl.”

“You aren’t?” Silas teased.

“Shh,” she pressed a finger to his lips as she took a bite of toast, testing out her stomach. “When I feel better and can clean up, I want to go visit Isla,” she murmured.

He nodded. “Eat up.” He motioned to her plate. “It’ll make you feel better.”

“I don’t remember last night much at all.” Sophie murmured between bites. “So, I’m sorry if I was a sloppy kisser.”

“What?” He grunted.

Sophie swallowed down the toast, it hurt from how dry it was  as well as the painful lump forming. She sighed at the bitter taste the memory left her. “I’ve been told I’m...not the greatest kisser. I guess, it’s kinda late to be telling you this.”

Silas scoffed and turned towards her, moving her stool so it faced him. He slipped his fingers under her chin and along her cheek. “I’m not the best either,” he growled. “So I have no idea one way or the other.” His thumb brushed against her lips and Sophie lost her breath for a moment. “I just know a beautiful redhead is climbing all over me and I’m not going to tell her one thing or another. I just lay back and enjoy her affection.”

Sophie blushed and shook her head. “You’re a great kisser,” she murmured. “I mean, I like it when you do.” She held his hand to her face and kisses his thumb.

Silas smirked, “I know.” His gravelly voice was low and tender, it made Sophie melt all the more.

Sophie felt hot under the collar, her lips parting as her mind began to swim with memories of his touches and kisses. Her mind then snapped to grim reality. “Was I really climbing?” She flinched.

Silas shrugged. “A little bit,” he thought again. “Actually a lot.”

Sophie grimaced, “you haven’t told me everything I’ve done have you?”

Silas leaned in, kissing her teasingly. He watched her lashes flutter as he pulled away. “I will when I want to,” he grinned wickedly.

Sophie looked up at him and the words came, and before her weak brain could stop them they spilled from her mouth. “I love you.”

Silas’s wicked smile left and his usually dark, sharp gaze went soft. He touched her cheek and looked at her intently.

Sophie’s heart hammered, he wasn’t saying anything. She shouldn’t have said anything! Was it still too early for that wasn’t it? But she felt that way, didn’t she? She had been falling for him since the first time she saw him. That was during the summer, months ago. Enough time to fall in love. Really, they had been going to slow with this whole thing. Hadn’t they? Why wasn’t he saying anything still? Her mind was racing like Persephone when she chased squirrels. 

“I know,” he finally said, ending her panicked thoughts. He kissed her, soft and warm, his hands holding her face and pulling her in close.

“D-don’t Han Solo me,” she sputtered as he pulled back.

The phone on the counter started ringing and Silas picked it up, staring in confusion at the unfamiliar number. “Hello?” He answered, his brow furrowed deeper. “Isla? How did you…” he was stopped and Sophie watched him as his gaze became sharp and fierce again.

“Yes,” Silas nodded. “We were planning on it. Yes.” His brow furrowed low and he looked to Sophie then turned so his back was to her. “No I understand Isla,” he whispers. “No. That won’t be an issue at all. Yes. I’ll let her know.” He hung up the phone and Sophie waited expectantly as he set it aside.

Sophie was caught between a rock and a hard place. She wanted to get back to her three big words, but she wanted to know anything and everything about Isla. “Why did she call you?” She asked.

“She wants to hire me,” Silas replied. He rubbed his chin and locked eyes with Sophie. His expression was sour to say the least. “She says she has a favor to ask you as well when we visit.”

“Hire you?” Sophie gasped. “You mean...to find the guy who shot her?”

“No,” Silas growled. “I promised I wouldn’t tell you the details of what she’s hiring me for,” he answered cooly. “She doesn’t want you worrying any more than you already.”

“Oh,” Sophie wrung her fingers together as she looked aside. “Well, I guess that’s for the best.” She looked back up at Silas and was relieved to see his expression was sympathetic. “I’m sure that’s what she wants to talk to me about. Easier to do in person,” she fidgeted with her fingers, twisting them and knotting them in her hair. 

Sophie wondered if she had made Silas uncomfortable by blurting out those three words. She hoped he took her with a grain of salt. Wait, she didn’t want Silas taking her lightly. She didn’t consider what they had something casual. Too much had gone on between them to make it casual. This was definitely not a lighthearted affair! She meant what she said. She would say it again when she felt like it. She wanted to hear it back. She wanted him to purr it into her ear after sex, to wake her up in the morning, when he handed her a cup of coffee.

Silas pinched the tip of her nose, making her break from her rapid-fire thoughts. “Get out of your head.” His fingers trailed through her hair and freed from her anxious fingers.

Sophie pouted slightly, “I mean it. Don’t think I’m being silly.” She flipped her hair off her shoulder and tried to play it off.

“You’re going through-” he hesitated and steeled himself, “-a lot of stress, Sophie,” Silas started. “I would understand if you didn’t say it again once your mind clears-”

Sophie slapped him, gentle, but hard enough for her hand to clap against his cheek. “You stop,” she huffed. “Stop thinking you don’t deserve it,” she grasped his hands. “I knew it before all this started,” she squeezed hard on his palms. “So accept it,” she released his hands.

Silas pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. He took a deep slow breath as he put his hands around her waist. “I know you mean it. I’m not used to it-” his voice cracks.

Sophie nodded and kissed him softly. “We should get ready to go see Isla.” Sophie touched her cheek. “I need a shower, my skin feels awful.” 

Silas grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss. “It looks fine to me.”

She giggled and planted several small kisses on his jaw. “It’ll look even better when I’m so soft and polished,” she nuzzled her cheek into his neck and pulled away. “I’ll try not to take too long.”

“Take your time,” he insisted. “Don’t worry about my schedule.” He watched her as she went upstairs and he sighed, stepping into his own shower and taking a quick, very cold, rinse off. In the middle of it, there was a knock on his door.

“Fuck,” he cussed loud enough he was sure Sophie could hear him upstairs. Slapping on a towel he answered the door as he was, dripping and seething.

Grimm stood there, eyeing him up and down. He smirked and nodded his head in approval. “I always did have impeccable timing,” he sighed.

“The fuck you doing here?” Silas snarled, stepping out of the way to allow him inside.

“Isla called you this morning,” Grimm looked around, eyeballing the place. He saw the bacon on the table and took some. “I just came to tell you the few things she can’t say in front of family.” He looked around then jumped as Persephone came towards him. He pet her as soon as she started wagging her tail. “Is Sophie here?”

Silas frowned at Persephone for letting Grimm rub her ears, that was his job. “No,” he growled. “She’s upstairs in the shower.” Silas kneeled and Persephone returned to his arms.. “Why did she send you then?”

“Because I’m a good lay and I am not involved with anyone around her,” Grimm laughed. “You can say I’m the middleman. Only I am needed.”

“So she’s sending you to do what she can’t,” Silas surmised. “Wouldn’t you be the bull in the China shop then?”

The minotauyr made a face at Grimm. “And here I was beginning to think you were attractive. Way to ruin that fantasy.” Grimm then laughed and winked. “Exactly,” he sat down and made himself comfortable. “You’ll go through me, not Isla. Seeing as it’ll be hard for you to get to her.”

Silas crossed his arms and frowned down at him. “What do you mean by that?”

Grimm looked him over and shook his head. “Please, go get dressed before I start telling you shit!” He motioned to Silas, half naked and in a damp towel. “There’s only so much I can take before I start trying to talk my way into your pants.”

“You’re in my home, deal with it,” Silas sneered back. “And if you want in my pants you’ll have to go through Persephone.”

Persephone looked up at Grimm and started wagging her tail again.

Grimm sighed and clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Well, the reason you won’t be able to get to Isla easily is because she has made plans to go to her family’s cabin further up north.” He either looked at Sophie or at the wall. “Old ski lodge and the like, very nice, been there once or twice myself.” He handed a piece of bacon to Persephone who did a happy dance before she took it.

“She plans on taking Sophie with her.” Grimm looked Silas in the eye and Silas’s stiff stance became slack for a moment. “She’s going to ask her today to go with her, claiming that her brothers can’t because of some shit reason. Lord knows she doesn’t want her parents around, they’ll just be in her business at all times. So she needs Sophie to come with.” GRimm gave Silas a sympathetic look. “Really Isla is just making sure whatever shithead is trying to hurt her can’t. Get her out of harm’s way so to speak.”

“I see,” Silas’s arms slid down and he turned his head.

“I’ll be coming back and forth,” Grimm answered. “Staying some at the cabin as added protection and then coming back to see what you’ve come up with.”

“Who knows about these plans?” Silas asked.

Grimm thought for a moment. “Her family I’m sure. Me. You now.” He shrugged and leaned against the counter. “Anyone else will be told she’s gone to overseas to visit her grandmother.”

Silas furrowed his brow, “I see.”

“She’s got this whole thing worked out,” Grimm assured him. “It’s kind of brilliant actually. If everything works out and you two get the evidence you both know exists-”

Silas shook his head. “This is dangerous. She’s playing with fire.”

“She’s always played with fire,” Grimm laughed. “She’s willing to get dirty and burnt for what she believes. That’s why she’s going to be a damn good lawyer. She’s a pitbull.” Grimm grins like a lovesick idiot. She fights harder than any person I’ve ever seen.” He then pointed to the coffee pot. “Is any of that up for grabs?”

Silas rolled his eyes. “I-” he grumbles and rolls his eyes. “Yeah sure take it.”

Grimm got up and made himself a cup with what was left. “Granted, Beauchamp is a pretty massive fire to be playing with,” he took a deep, long drink of the coffee and sighed. “Fuck that’s good.” He turned back to Silas. “You’ve been dancing around that fire a long time, though, haven’t you? It’s starting to get unbearable being so close to it,” he motioned the mug at Silas. “You know what it’s like to be burned.”

Silas glared towards him.

Grimm motioned to his leg. “You’ve been engulfed in a hateful fire, I can see it. You can keep that girl,” he motioned upstairs, “that you like from that same fire.”

Silas snarled, his fingers touching the burns and melted skin on his face as he frowned. “I wouldn’t do this for someone I just liked.”

Grimm arched his brows. “Oh. Is that how it is then?” He smirked. “Good to know. That’ll make Isla happy.”

Persephone got up suddenly and went to the foot of the stairs. She started wagging her tail happily and prancing her paws.

“Sophie’s coming,” Silas growled warningly.

“I’ll shut up then,” Grimm laughed.

Sophie came down the stairs, wearing a turtleneck sweater and leggings. Her hair was tied into a sloppy bun and Silas noted how good she smelled.

“Hi girl,” she snuggled up to Persephone then umped when she saw Grimm there. “Oh,” she gasped. “Oh sit, you scared me.” She clutched at invisible pearls.

“Sorry, dearest,” Grimm chuckled. “Was just having a chat with your boyfriend.”

“Is everything ok?” Sophie jumped.

Grimm looked surprised then laughed. “Oh yeah! No. No. Isla is fine. I was just, you know, stressed out and shit. I figured this guy would be a good chat.”

Sophie looked to Silas. “Why are you in just a towel?”

“Tried to seduce me!” Grimm slammed his fist on the counter top. “Can you believe it? I told him he needed to think about you but all he wanted was to ride the bull and grab my horns.”

Silas gave Sophie and exasperated look and shook his head. He walked off silently to his bedroom to get dressed.

Grimm laughed and sipped at his coffee. “Good guy. You gonna keep him?”

Sophie looked down blushing. “I think so. Persephone likes him too much.”

Grimm smirked and rubbed Persephone’s ears as she sat back beside him. “Where’s her Hades then?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” Sophie tucked a loose hair behind her ear.

Grimm motioned around. “Beautiful goddess of spring,” he sings to Persephone who grinned. “Down here in the dark dank underworld. She most certainly must have her Hades who loves her. Right?”

Sophie chuckled. “The closest we have is Silas’s motorcycle.”

“Such a shame,” he coos to Persephone. “Silas need to get her a mate too.”

Silas came out of the bedroom, tugging his shirt down over his head.

“There he goes again,” Grimm scoffed. “Trying to get me out of my pants.”

“You’re free to leave anytime, I’m not making you stay here,” Silas grumbled. He then turns to Sophie. “Are you ready?”

Sophie shook her head. “Not yet, I just wanted to talk to you for a moment but-”

“Say no more.” Grimm stood up. “I should be getting back anyways. Thanks for letting me get my weepies out, Silas.” He then stoops and lets Persephone licks his face. “And thank you for the being the prettiest dog in the whole wide world.”

Silas’ glare cut deep as he watched Grimm with Persephone. His hand on Sophie’s waist tightened, only releasing once Grimm left.

“Is everything ok?” Sophie asked.

“Yes, don’t worry.” Silas looked down at her. “What’d you want to talk to me about?” He asked.

“I’m feeling better.” She moved in closer to him. “I wanted to...uhm-” her cheeks burned red hot. 

Silas dipped down and kissed the top of her head. “You sure?”

“I just want to be close to you right now,” she whispered. He small hand snuck up under his shirt, touching his bare skin and the dark curls on his stomach. “I want-” she moaned and stopped herself.

“I know what you want, little master,” he growled into her ear.

Sophie looked up at him with big blue eyes. She unzipped his pants and slipped her fingers into his boxers. She then got on her knees before him, tugging down his underwear so his cock became exposed to her.

“Even now you’re still huge,” Sophie purred as she stroked him. 

Silas chuckled. “No need to try and flatter me now, little master. Seeing you there is all I need to feel good about myself.”

Sophie giggled, licking his shaft and planting a kiss to his sack. “I’ve never enjoyed sex so much before,” she confessed. “I never knew I could feel this way.”

Silas growled and stroked her hair. “I can’t get you out of my damn mind. Some days it’s all I can to do not take a cold shower.”

“From now on, when you need a cold shower,” Sophie looked up to him. “Come and get me to join you.”

Silas pressed his back against the wall and pet the top of her head. Sophie licked his shaft and glanced up at him. Just the sight of her eyes and little pink tongue made Silas shiver in excitement. His cock throbbed, growing harder with each kiss and lick. 

Sophie took him into her mouth, sucking him greedily. She moved her head, letting it bounce between his thighs. He got thick and hard and it soon ached her jaw to take so much of him. Pulling back, her saliva strung from the tip of his cock to her lips.

Silas scooped Sophie up and kicked his pants aside. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He tugged away the leggings and pushed up her sweater. He liked the visual of the black sweater framing her pale skin. Silas stared at her for the longest time before kissing her all over. He dragged his hot tongue down her chest and belly.

Sophie moaned and arched her back, wanting to feel more of his touch. His hand kneaded at her breast, the other cupped her mound in his palm. She was searing hot and dripping wet already. 

Silas growled as he used his fingers to spread her cute lips open. Inside she was sweet and pink, growing redder the more aroused she became. He wetness dribbled out easily, showing him how much she desired him.

“Fuck,” he snarled. “I can’t take this.”

“What’s wrong?” Sophie mewled from above.

“You’re too fucking good.” His tongue pressed against her and sunk inside.

Sophie grunted and moaned loudly. “Silas-” she chirped sweetly. 

Silas growled and eased a finger inside her. He marveled at how she stretched around his knuckle and squeezed tight around him once inside. He kissed her mound and the fiery red curls there. He loved her fire there, the only kind he’d tolerate.

“Silas-” Sophie whined. “Don’t tease me,” she pleaded to him. “It feels good but-” she choked on her own voice as he moved his finger.

“I know. I know.” Silas chuckled and pulled his tormenting finger out. He sucked it clean, tasting her as he rose up. He crawled on top of her, kissing her as his cock rubbed against her stomach.

“Hurry,” Sophie panted. “Give it to me.”

Silas snarled and bit her neck. “Say please.”

Sophie giggled then moaned in desperation. “Oh god, please. Please.”

Silas sat up, watching as he rubbed the tip to her folds. Sophie bit at her lip and gazed up at Silas and his powerful form above her. His long hair hung in his face, making him seem wild and untamed. 

Silas admired her, her hair having come undone from the bun and splayed out all over his pillow. Her scent had been burned into his bed for weeks now and it had become his guilty pleasure. He held his breath as he sunk himself inside her, watching her pink lips wrap around his green cock.

Sophie’s face twisted in pleasure, her jaws hung open and her eyes squeezed shut. Her favorite was when he first pushed in, that sensation of getting opened and stretched always left her gasping. She gripped her fingers tight into the sheets. “Oh fuck!” She cried out. “You feel too good.”

“Shut up.” Silas cupped his hand around her mouth. “Your sexy little mouth will make me cum too fast.”

Sophie sucked his finger, rolling her hips to feel more of him inside her. Silas snarled, rutting his hips so he felt every inch of her. She was slick and hot, squeezing around him in her own need. How dare she feel so sweet?

Silas lowered down, kissing her as her long legs coiled around his waist. “Sing for me,” he snarled in her ear. “I want to hear it.”

Sophie’s fingers dug into his back. “Don’t stop!” She cried out.

“No. never,” he growled. His breath then catched as he started to shiver.

Sophie’s vision croscrossed for a moment. Her toes curled and she threw her head back, let out a strained cry of passion. It didn’t take long for Silas to be overcome. He snarled and growled in Sophie’s ear, rutting deep inside her.

“Cum for me,” Sophie mewled.

He did, jerking and roaring as he released inside her. His cock throbbed and twitched, letting every drop deep inside of her.

Sophie sighed and tangled her fingers in his hair. She trailed kiss up and down his cheek as Silas began to grow weak. He laid on top of her and the two melted together.

“You’ll need another shower,” Silas moaned.

Sophie giggled. “Your big, thick, orc cock made a mess of me, didn’t it?” She kissed his cheek.

“Fuck, don’t talk like that,” Silas kissed her to make her quiet. “I’ll really show you what an orc can do to such a pussy.”

Sophie gazed up in his eyes. “I want you to,” she purred. 

Silas kissed her and slowly pulled out. He watched for a greedy moment as his thick seed spilled from her folds. He felt himself growing aroused against by the sight. It became worse when Sophie slipped her fingers inside to feel.

“Do orcs always cum so much,” Sophie sighed.

Silas had to force himself away so he didn’t get aroused again. “If we go multiple times in a day, an orc will cum more and more inside their mate.”

Sophie smirked. “Once things are quiet and we can genuinely relax, you’ll have to show me.”

“You damn, vixen.” Silas tackled her back onto the bed, kissing her and holding her. 

Sophie giggled and held him. “We should go.”

“I know,” he growled.

“I love you,” Sophie whispered.

Silas kissed her hard, pressing everything her felt into it. “I know,” he answered. “I know.” He stroked the hair from her face and watched her smile.