The Ginger Prince & Princess Leia

“So what did you say?” Robbie, Ian and Cameron were curled up with me in a pile of blankets, My legs were thrown over Ian’s and I was leaning up against Robbie’s chest with Cammie’s head in my lap. I turned to look at Ian and smiled.
“I told him I loved him to.” I flushed and Cammie looked up running a thumb across my cheek.
“Do you?” He whispered as I ran my fingers through his curly blonde hair.
“I do. I really do.” I sighed and looked down at my hands. “It’s scary.” A few tears rolled down my cheeks and the boys were silent for a minute.
“You know he’s not going to hurt you, we won’t let it happen again.” Ian mumbled running his hand over my shin. I nodded and shrugged lightly.
“I think I’m so afraid of this because I’m afraid of what he’s going to say when he sees.” Robbie let out an annoyed sound behind me. Turning my head I found his gaze.
“So what!” He bellowed making all of us jump. His hands found my cheeks gently and he kissed my forehead. “So what if you’ve got a few scars, you’re beautiful either way. Alan wouldn’t reject you because of what you’ve been through.” Staring up at him I sniffled and he wiped the tears off my cheeks. “Alan’s not like that.”
There was a soft knock at the door and my head whipped up to look at it. Cameron got up to open it and revealed a very sad looking Alan.
“Alan.” I whispered as he stepped up onto the bus. Standing up I wrapped my arms around his neck, he didn’t hug me back. His hands remained balled into fists at his side, pulling away I stared up at him.
“Show me.” His voice was stern but soft and my breath hitched. Robbie nodded at me telling me it was okay but I shook my head and backed up. “Show me.” Alan repeated a little more broken. “Damnit I deserve to see it.” A tear rolled down his cheek as he stared at me.
“Please, don’t. Alan.” He glared at me and turned to walk back off the bus. “Wait!” Immediately he turned back, and watched as I reached down to pop open the button on my skinny jeans. Normally Ian or Cameron would make a comment about me keeping my clothes on but they were both silent as I slowly slipped them down off my legs.
As I straightened back up Alan walked over and dropped to his knees in front of me. Crosshatching my thighs were pale white lines, self-harm scars. They had faded over time but were still visible. He looked up at me and reached out tentatively to run his thumbs across a few of them. His hands curled around my thighs and he leaned forward to press a few soft kisses to my legs.
After a minute he looked up at me, tears still in his eyes and stood up cupping my face gently in his hands. As quickly as I could I bent and pulled my pants back up. “You silly beautiful girl. You have been afraid of how I would react to those?” Leaning down he kissed me gently. “Those are battle scars, and you won.”
My heart thudded in my chest and my body took over. Jumping I wrapped my legs around him and brought my lips down on his roughly. He stumbled backwards slightly before catching me. One of his hands snaked into my hair while the other slid down to cup my butt pulling me closer to him.
After a few seconds Robbie cleared his throat and we pulled away. Gently Alan placed me on my feet and tucked me into his side. Blushing furiously I looked away from him, praying that the last few seconds would just go away.
“Can I talk to Kayla alone for a minute please?” Robbie whispered. Nodding Alan kissed the side of my head and followed Ian and Cammie out of the bus. I sat down on the couch in front of him expecting to be yelled at. He came over and squatted in front of me between my legs. “I told you so.” He whispered smugly before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Notes

He's so damn cute, it makes my heart hurt.