EroticReverie

Anastasia...One month Later

Walking down the busy sidewalk, with his arm around me. I hold his forearm with both hands as I stare up at him while I walk beside him. His eyes focused on our surroundings, on anyone and everything that dares to get in my way. I don't keep my eyes on the sidewalk for cracks or obstructions, because I don't need to. I smile when I'm proved right by the slight tug he gives me to move over further, my eyes leaving him for a moment and smiling at the dip in the broken cement that could have possibly caused me to trip. I smile as I look back at him, finding him tossing his eyes at the tiny dip, glaring at it for daring to be in my way.

"I love you." I tell him, for the millionth time. I see the twitch of his lips and the quick glance down at me, that twitch turning into a grin. 

"I love you too Little Ballerina." he winks and it sends fireworks into my belly and between my legs. I'd have laughed in your face and told you that you were out of your god damn mind if you told me months ago that I'd be in be madly, crazy fucking in love with Saint. I wasn't sure his methods would have worked on other women, or any other woman but me. 

"Now watch where you're going love." He says and nods ahead. I look ahead, and there's a sandwhich board sign three store front ahead and I laugh to myself. 

"Thank goodness you warned me, how would I have ever had time to move aside?" I tease and he moves his arm from around me, to place it at the back of my neck.

"Smartass" he mutters as he grips my neck at the back, his fingers curling around the sides, his thumb pressing into the other as I keep walking straight towards the sign. I crane my head back slightly and to the side to look back up at him with smile. His nostrils flaring as he directs me with his hand posessively at my neck and steers me in front of him.

"My hero" I sigh and he just shakes his head as I smirk. 

"I'm going to blister your ass later." he warns and I just laugh and then watch where I'm going , but his hand stays put, like a leash on me, to keep me close, keep me moving on the safest path. 

He drops me off in front of the academy doors and I smile as he slides my bag off his shoulder and then grabs my chin and lifts it. 

"Be a good girl for me today" He says and I smile and shrug.

"We'll see." I say and watch his eyes darken. 

His hand drops my bag and slips behind my lower back and he pulls me closer and has me with my head back, his hand on my jaw and gripping it a bit harder as my pussy aches, my breath catches and he smirks. 

I nod. "I'll be good." I exhale and he hums. 

He leans down and grips my chin harder and presses his mouth rougly against mine, my fingers dig into his shirt, grabbing it as I push myself up onto my toes and kiss him back harder, our mouths parting, making out right in front of the doors. I hear others passing up the steps but I dont care. I want his mouth, need it, and don't care when or where we are when he looks at me like that, like he's about to rip my clothes off and make love to me.  

"I'll be here to pick you up." he says as against my lips when we finally release enough of the tension to tear our mouths apart. 

I nod. 

"Have a good day love" he says and kisses me once more, tamer, softer, sweeter. 

"You too." I say and he smiles as I he picks up my bag, lifts it to my shoulder, and kisses me again. 

"Love you" he says. 

"Love you too" I answer and steal another kiss, another, making him smile, as I keep stealing soft pecks. 

"You'll be late." he says. 

"One more" I say and grab the collar of his shirt, and pull him down and press my lips to his.

"I miss you already" I whisper. His nostrils flare.

"Get to class before I bang their best little ballerina right here on these steps." he whispers and I exhale.

"im so wet" i whisper.

"when are you not? Get to fucking class." he growls and I shove him and he laughs.

I turn around at the top of the steps, he winks and nods. 

"Love you" I mouth. 

"Love you" he mouths back. 

--

The day I confessed my love to him, was the day I moved out of the apartment I shared with Alisa, and into Saint's. Right next door. I haven't talked to her since. Though she talks to me plenty, tossing snide remarks whenever she's near. She's told the entire ballet academy that I fucked Miles. But nobody cares, because even though he was dead, it was starting to come out what a creep he was. How many girls he forced, black mailed, manipulated. The investigation into his gruesome murder was still "under invesitagtion" but nobody cared anymore. To sympathize for someone that took advantage of young women, would make people look bad. So if people DID still care, they werent talking about it. 

I should feel more nervous about dating the man responsible for it. Knowing that ultimately I'm the cause of his death. But, I guess I'm taking a page from Saint's book of morals, and deciding, he had it coming. He deserved exactly what he got. If they hadn't pinned it on Saint yet, I doubt they would. They better not. I grit my teeth as I think of the possibility. Ever since I admitted that I loved him, i've understood exactly why Saint has done what he has for me. Why he threatens anyone that dares to try to hit on me or get too close to me. Because, the thought of someone taking him away from me now? Makes me want to murder every detective in this city.

"What did those shoes ever do to you?" Ben says as I slap the shit out of my shoes on the floor, bending them and breaking them in with all the force i can. 

I lift my head and realize Im fucking scowling. Not at Ben. But at the thought of ever not having Saint near me. I let my scowl fall and give a little laugh.

"Hi" I say and he smiles and sits down, taking my other shoe and assisting me as people whisper and casting glances at us. 

Saint has been surprisingly rational when it comes to Ben this past month. Knowing we're partners, knowing there's nothing he can do other than "I could always break his legs and let that Michael guy take his place." Of course violence was the answer for him. But i'd explained that doing that wouldnt do ME any favors, the unfortunately Ben was the best. That Ben being the best, makes me look my best. 

"You're already the best" was his arguement, and I'd rolled my eyes. 

"But im even better when my partner is the best." I told him. 

Ben has been behaving himself as well, has respected my wishes to not talk about my relationship with Saint, to not pry into my personal life. He's actually the only friend I even have at the academy, because Alisa and has made me out to be the fucking villian, and told everyone me AND my boyfriend were assholes, and crazy, and accused Saint of threatening her. Okay, it was true. He had. He told me what he said to the first day and while before I would have scolded him, Id only kissed him and told him I loved him. 

But now, people either painted me a bitch, or were too scared to paint me anything at all because they'd all seen Saint by now, dropping me off and picking me up each day.

I thought Saint would lose his shit when last week when "someone" had left a note on our apartment door. Alisa.

"She's fucking Ben." was all it said. 

but he'd snatched it right off the door and tossed in the hall. And said nothing of it.

He'd been so quiet for nearly an hour that I'd started to cry and told him it wasnt true. Breaking down and telling him he had to believe me. He'd just looked at me, confusion on his face.

"I know you didn't fuck him." He'd said and wiped my tears.

"You're mad at me" I'd sobbed.

"no, Im not." he's said and lifted me up and Id wrapped my legs and arms around him, as he took me into the bedroom just to prove how not mad at me he was by fucking me for over an hour. 

"Dont forget you're dating a crazy man. That still watches your every move. If he so much as breathed too fucking close to you outside of that studio, I'd know about it." He'd said as he played with my hair as my head laid on his chest. 

"Even if I wasnt watching you always. You know who you belong to Little Ballerina , and I know that you know. And you know what id to him if he ever even tried to fuck you again. Plus, i know how much you love me, and you'd never do anything to hurt me." He said and my heart had swelled and I'd hugged him tight. Because it was true. 

--

I push Ben's hand from waist when it lingers there too long after we're done dancing and the instructor speaks. I dont believe he even means to, but I have no problem reminding him as he pants along with me as we catch our breaths, nodding at our director and teachers as they give us critiques and slight praises. 

At the end of class, I'm asked to stay behind. 

One of the teachers hands me a sheet of paper. I look down. An appointment. With the dietician. I swallow hard. This was their way of saying I was fat without saying it. 

I look up at them. 

"We'd be doing no favors by ignoring your lack of discipline." One of them says quietly. 

I just nod. 

"The weight of any ballerina is such a delicate matter, and of course it's not required for you to take the appointment, but it would be highly reccomended for you to take -"

The door to the studio opens behind me, and I can feel the energy shift, from bad to worse. 

I turn my head, sweat dripping down my neck as I look at Saint, walk right into the room. Oh shit. I lift my hands to my ears. Touching my earrings. The small fucking sneaky little earrings, he told me he'd switched out in the beginning. The way he talked me into keeping them and wearing them. And I was sick and and in love enough to agree when I could finally admitt o myself how much I liked his obsession with my every fucking move. But sometimes I forgot about them, that they were even there. 

"Excuse me this is-"

I turn slightly towards Saint as he smiles sweetly at me and kisses my forhead as he lifts his hands and takes the paper from my hand. It crumples in his fist the second he takes it.

"Go wait on the steps love." He says.

"Saint it's fine" I say.

"Love." He says softly, yet firm , leaving no room for argument. "Go wait on the steps please." 

I swallow, nodding. 

"I'll grab your things. Go on." He says as he touches my cheek and I look to my teachers, the director and they start to speak all at once as I walk to the door. One starting to scold Saint, to scold me, the others speaking to make excuses for the crumpled piece of paper in his fist.

I don't go to the steps. But I do wait outside the door. Chewing my thumbnail as I listen to the low timber of his voice as he speaks lowly. I can't make out what he's saying. But he's definitely the only one speaking. God, don't kill anyone, i beg him in my head. 

Less than a minute goes by, but it feels like fucking forever as I feel my sweat cooling on my skin, with new sweat dripping down my spine from my nerves. 

I jump back and let out a little yip as the door flies open. My back over his shoulder. He narrows his eyes.

"I told you to wait on the steps." He says. 

I shrug. 

He grumbles and then nods to the hall, people at the end watching him, whispering. Surely because of the fact they know he doesnt go here, and they know I was held after for some kind of private discussion, that is almost usually either about weight, or something worse like losing a spot . 

his hand slips onto my sweaty neck, guiding me down the hall.

"You didnt kill anyone did you?" I whisper.

"Not yet." He growls under his breath.

"Th-that's good." I say and he walks us down the stairs and I follow until we're  out the front doors.

He shots a hand up, finger pointing at the building.

"Don't you fucking listen to them. You understand?" His voice is loud , people stop and I just look at him, nodding. 

"YOU..are fucking PERFECT." He growls and I nod. He glares at the fucking building as if he wishes he could burn it to the ground with just a single look. 

His hand lifts again, this time to my throat, sliding up, cupping my jaw and crashing his mouth to mine. 

"They say another fucking word to you about it...that's it." He says and I shake my head. 

"Is part of being a ba-"

"The fuck it is." He growls. I whimper as he grabs my jaw harder.

I wouldnt admit to him that I COULD stand to lose a few pounds. This past month, I've over indulged, side affects of being in love I guess. I'd tell him another time, when he wasnt as angry, and murderous. 

He takes my hand and starts to walk us to the subway. He holds me close with hand on the pole to brace us on the moving car. I'm quiet, because I know he's still fuming. 

Im quiet as we walk home from out stop and quiet as we walk to the elevator, quiet as we walk through the hall and into the apartment. 

He slams the door and I jump and then he grabs the shoulders of my leotard and rips them down and shoves my chest to the wall , my hands smacking to the wall.

"You're fucking perfect" he growls angrily, I know he's not mad at me, so it doesnt scare me as he rips the leotard and my loose skirt down, still in my fucking slippers from class as he pulls off the leotard and grabs my hips and eat me out from behind, making my nails dig into the wall. 

"Im all sweaty" I pant. 

"i love it" he growls. Licking deeper. I whimper. 

"your hard working little ballerina pussy tastes fucking perfect like this" he groans and licks my cunt hard and then turns me around and licks my clit as his fingers plunge inside of me. I gasp, my leg lifting over his shoulder, my hands in his hair as I push my back to the wall and grind on his mouth. 

"Saint"I moan. 

"what  did...you..say to..them"I pant.

"dont you worry about that love, you just worry about cumming in my mouth Little Ballerina."