Blackmailed For Love

Elsa I opened the shed door and stepped inside to find him standing with his back to me.

And he wasn't wearing a shirt.

He was doing something on the small counter, so engrossed that he didn't hear me.

I closed the door, making sure not to make any noise and walked toward him.

When I was just a few feet away and I could see him in a profile, I stopped and watched what he was doing.

My heart somersaulted inside my chest and a smile broke on my lips.

His phone was propped up against the wall and a YouTube video for how to make pasta, I assumed was playing as he stirred the vegetables in a pan on the induction stove that he had brought here not two weeks ago, and the reason why he wasn't aware of me was the earphones in his ears and that his attention was focused on the video.

2 I stayed there and watched him.

The way muscles in his back shifted, how the veins in his arms were visible and how handsome he looked as he cooked.

Since the last three weeks we had spent every available moment with each other, making sure that no one was aware of our closeness.

My mother was told that I made new friends in school and I was always spending my time with them.

No one was allowed in this shed, it was exclusively Kristian's domain so no one ever ventured here and when Kristian wasn't caring for his mother or brother he would come here and wait for me.

"Fuck!"

Kristian cursed, making me blink and focus on him.

He glared at the pan as bubbles started to form in the sauce he had poured like it was its fault.

A splash of hot sauce landed on his chest and he picked up a napkin to wipe it off muttering another curse under his breath I walked to him and slipped my arms around him from behind.

He stiffened at first as if he thought I was someone else then he relaxed and I placed my cheek on his back.

"You are early."

He said and I heard him pressing on the buttons a few times and then the sizzling sound of the vegetables stopped, leaving behind a strong aroma that told me some of it had burned.

"I couldn't wait any longer."

I replied and pressed a soft kiss at his smooth back, inhaling his scent in my lungs.

He stiffened at the soft kiss and turned around.

His fingers plucked my arms from around his body and he said, "Let me grab a shirt."

I shook my head.

"No.

I like you like this."

His grey eyes stared down at me and I said, "I promise, I will behave."

He didn't believe me, it was clear the way he looked at me but he sighed and raked his fingers through his hair in agitation as he said, "I was trying to make pasta for us."

I looked behind him and replied, "I can see."

I pulled him away from the counter and pushed him on the mattress on the floor.

I said, "Why don't you sit, I'll see what I can do."

He made a face, looking adorable and said, "It's a waste.

It burned."

I stood up on my tiptoes, my hands on his arms as I kissed his lips.

Like always, his body went rigid as he let me kiss him.

It has been three weeks and he was still not letting go enough to kiss me like he really meant it.

I understood his side, but it was getting difficult for me to hold on to my own reckless affection for him.

I wanted him so much I couldn't explain it, maybe because it was my first love but also because I knew he would be my last love too.

I pulled back and his dark eyes the only confirmation that I affected him darted away from me.

He gave a nod and turned from me.

It took me ten minutes to spoon the sauce and veggies mixture from the pan before I scraped the pan off the burned part that was stuck to it.

Then I poured back the remaining sautéed vegetables and started the induction on low heat.

Pouring the already boiled pasta, I mixed it well and served it on a plate with two forks.

When I turned around I found him asleep with half his body reclining as if he was trying to stay upright.

I could've let him sleep without disturbing him as I knew he didn't always get a full night's sleep but I missed him and he had made an effort for us.

So I walked to him, placed the plate on the floor then woke him up the way I knew wouldn't make him jump like the last time I had made the mistake of callously waking him up by shaking him and ended up with his warm and strong body on top of me.

I wasn't complaining about that part but when I had met his eyes, he had looked close to murder and afterwards the guilt that had gripped him wasn't something I wanted him to suffer with.

He was already so reluctant about our relationship because of our ages.

I hated to see him like that, fighting a battle inside his mind, every moment of the day.

3 I walked around the mattress to his other side and laid down beside him, slowly I took his hand in mine and pressed my palm to his cheek.

His fingers tightened around mine and as he felt my soft touch on his cheek, his other hand touched the back of my hand and he opened his eyes.

At first they were dark and hazy as if he was trying to place my touch then they cleared into a beautiful light grey and he took my hand to press a soft kiss in the middle of my palm.

I pursed my lips and said, "You fell asleep."

He looked at me then at our joined hands, he said, "I don't know how you do it, but sometimes it feels like you're the one with all the maturity between us and I'm just a scared little boy."

I shook my head and said, "Mama said that girls are always far more intelligent than boys ever could be.

We mature early, you know."

He just smiled and I fell in love a little more.

He was right, though… With him, I did feel like I was the one he needed the most.

With the outside world, he was a force of nature.

Cold, closed off and controlling with anger that simmered like a volcano just below the surface waiting to explode, but here with me, he let me soothe his darkness, his invisible demons and he let me sometimes take care of him too.

We ate our pasta in silence, it was a little bit uncooked but nothing like we couldn't eat.

When we were finished, he said, "I wanted to make it for you."

1 I shrugged.

"You did.

I just helped."

I held out the water bottle to him after drinking some.

I offered it to him and waited for him to drink before capping it.

curl behind my

make it on my own and serve it

my eyes as I felt a

softly and kissed

opened my eyes and said,

I thought he wouldn't but then his lips brushed mine in a soft

to pull away as I slipped my arm around his

"Elsa…"

He groaned.

"Mmm…"

shook my head, not wanting to listen to him as I erased the distance

as his fingers grabbed the back of

leaned forward and pressed his forehead

to stop before

that a

grumbled, my fingers in his dark hair, clutching him just

"Because you're underage."

me like I would

wouldn't let me! And he always said it like it

my eyes and slapped at his chest as I said, "Didn't we just discuss

affection and he

a pain in

sent you as a gift or another form

turn it around, and it won't

"Shut up."

laid down with me in his

of him, hearing his heartbeat in my ear,

was difficult to change his decision but I couldn't wait for my eighteenth birthday, I didn't want

comes in a month or so, I

inch of his smooth skin, making him go tense and still beneath me but he didn't

my fingers trailed down his arm, a red scarred

ran the length of the scar on

"What is this? How

my hand off his arm

"Kristian?"

"Someone broke my arm."

look at his face as I asked in a whisper, afraid to

"Deliberately?"

met mine and he

in pain and I asked, "How old

was my

3 "No…."

I was horrified.

at him even now sometimes he looked so lost which made me think how he used to be

from my father like her life depends on it whenever he gets

brunt of his anger

"Why? Who was it?"

and visibly let out a long

don't have to worry about

a young boy who can't protect

"You shouldn't have to…"

under my left eye and said, "Your tears are too precious to cry for what happened a long time

even realized I was

enough when it comes

love you and for you I will cry a river if I

said with a

lightly rubbed my bottom

what about what

will do

me

I laughed.

can't make such a promise when I know I would break it at the first possibility of losing you or someone

eyes

I shook my

wanted to kiss every scar on his body, even the invisible ones,

matter how much I

his walls and love him the way I want to Elsa

wasn't

doing something on the small counter,

door, making sure not to make any noise and walked

feet away and I could see him in a profile, I stopped

inside my chest and

a YouTube video for how to make pasta, I assumed was playing as he stirred the vegetables in a pan on the induction stove that he had brought here not two weeks ago, and the reason why he wasn't aware of

there and watched

his back shifted, how the veins in his arms were visible and how handsome

we had spent every available moment with

in school and I was always

shed, it was exclusively Kristian's domain so no one ever ventured here and when Kristian wasn't caring for

"Fuck!"

making me blink

glared at the pan as bubbles started to form in the sauce he had poured like it

off muttering another curse under his breath I walked to him and slipped my

he thought I was someone else then he relaxed and I placed

"You are early."

him pressing on the buttons a few times and then the sizzling sound of the vegetables stopped, leaving behind a strong aroma

couldn't wait

pressed a soft kiss at his smooth

the soft kiss and turned

his body and he

I shook my head.

"No.

you like

eyes stared down at me and I said, "I promise, I

looked at me but he sighed and raked

and replied,

him away from the counter and pushed him

don't you sit, I'll see what

looking adorable and said, "It's

It burned."

my tiptoes, my hands on his arms as I kissed his

body went rigid as he let me kiss

was still not letting

difficult for me to hold on to my own reckless

my first love but also because I knew

back and his dark eyes the only

a nod

spoon the sauce and veggies mixture from the pan before I scraped the pan off the burned part that

the remaining sautéed vegetables and started

well and served it on a plate

I turned around I found him asleep with half his body

could've let him sleep without disturbing him as I knew he didn't always get a full night's sleep

up the way I knew wouldn't make him jump like the last time I had made

had looked close to murder and afterwards the guilt that had gripped him wasn't something I wanted him

was already so reluctant about our

hated to see him like that, fighting a battle inside his mind, every moment of the

the mattress to his other side and laid down beside him, slowly I took his hand in mine and pressed my

cheek,

he was trying to place my touch then they cleared into a

pursed my lips and said,

joined hands, he said, "I don't know how you do it, but sometimes it feels like you're the one with all