I hear the key turn in the lock, fuck. I know what's coming but that doesn't make it any easier.

"Indi, I'm glad to be home. It's not safe out there." He says walking over to me. I sit with my back to him, he places his hands on my shoulders. I flinch and I feel his reflections burning gaze in my mirror

"Sorry Daddy." I say looking up, our eyes meet in the mirror

"Now Indi, you know I'm the only one who can keep you safe. After your mother died in that accident it's just you and me. It's not safe for you out there. I'm the only one who can protect you." He says as he begins stroking my arms. He then grips my arms and roughly forces me to stand, turning me to look at him

"I'm sorry Daddy." I beg as the routine nightly torture begins.

I feel him shaking me and my eyes shoot open. Only it's not him looking down at me it's Rowan. I look up into his eyes, he almost looks scared which doesn't look right on such a strong powerful man. I reach up and cup his cheek

"Beautiful? Are you ok?" He asks, his voice full of concern. I sit up and realise I'm in what looks like a hospital room, Knuckles is lying on the bed to my left out cold. Rowan wraps his arm around me and sits down next to me

"It's ok you're safe, just you and me, he'll be out for a while." Rowan says softly, I lean against him and I really do feel safe in his arms

"Sorry if I scared you." I whisper against his shoulder

"Don't worry about me, I'm worried about you, you were shaking and calling out." He replies

"I have nightmares sometimes. My meds are supposed to help but they don't." I say wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him impossibly closer.

"You're awake, how does the arm feel?" Cordelia says walking into the room

"It hurts, but not too bad." I reply feeling the dull ache of my left arm

"Well let me take out that IV and you can go back to your room, you'll probably be more comfortable there." She says removing the needle from my arm, Rowan not leaving my side.

"All done." She says before turning and heading back out. Rowan lets me go and I suddenly feel cold without his touch, normally a mans touch would make me uncomfortable but after the time we've spent together I almost crave it. Suddenly he places one arm under my legs and one behind my back and lifts me up off the bed, a squeal escapes my lips and I giggle

"I didn't get shot in the leg you know." I say as he carries me out of the door

"I know, but I like carrying you." He says looking down at me

"But I'm too heavy, I could hurt you, put me down." I say trying to squirm but he holds me tight

"You are like a fucking feather, don't talk shit." He says firmly as we make our way up to my room. He opens the door and closes it behind us, he gently places me down on the bed and lets me go.

"Stay with me?" I ask my voice less confident than I wanted it to be

"I don't think that's a good idea beautiful, besides Knuckles would have my head." He replies half smiling. I nod get off the bed and walk into the bathroom. I change into my pyjamas, small red shorts and a matching spaghetti strap top. I leave my hair loose and trailing down my back. I head back into my bedroom and Rowan is sitting in the armchair, he's taken his boots and leather cut off

"I'll stay here." He says looking up to me. I walk over to him and climb into his lap, I lean back and press my back against his chest, resting my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me, his hands resting on my stomach, I wish my shirt wasn't in the way so I could feel his hands on my skin.

"Get into bed and get some rest, I'll stay here so you feel safe." He says, his lips dangerously close to my ear

"Not without you" I whisper turning my head to bury my face in his neck. He lifts me up and turns me on his lap so I'm straddling his hips and his lips crash into mine. Our lips move in sync against each other, his tongue seeking mine, I part my lips and the taste of smoke and whiskey fills my senses. His hands explore my body, up my sides, one hand staying tangled in my hair and the other traveling back down setting my skin on fire until he firmly squeezes my ass.

He stands and I wrap my legs around him as he walks over to the bed our lips still together. He lowers me down and climbs on top of me, his lips move along my jaw and down the side of my neck. I moan at the sparks his lips create on my skin and he growls against my neck, the desperation for more sends my hands travelling down his solid body to the hem of his t-shirt which is removed in quick succession. I run my fingers down every solid muscle on his abdomen, my hands on fire against his skin before they find his belt buckle, I pull at it frantically until his jeans are meeting the floor. His lips have travelled from my neck to my collarbone and now make their way to my breasts, he softly kisses along the line of my cleavage before his fingers wrap around my top and lift it above my head, I toss it down onto the growing pile of our clothes and return my fingers to the heat of his skin. I gasp as his mouth finds my nipple, causing my back to arch off the bed at his pleasuring tease

"Oh god, Rowan" I moan as his lips move to include the other nipple in his passionate assault. My hands move into his hair, desperate for more, anything to ease this burning desperation for him. He begins kissing down my stomach until he meets my shorts and I look down to meet his gaze, his eyes burning with desire.

"Holy fuck Indigo. What the fuck are these?" Suddenly the passion and desire have melted away from his eyes and a look of horror taken over.