I was going to make this a one-shot but after looking at my word count I decided a two-shot sounded better. I don't have the whole second one done yet, but it's about half way. Don't forget to review if you liked it (:
"What do they want from me?" I turned, my blue eyes questioning as Booker looked broken down.
"I don't know," He whispered and I let my gaze fall to the ground "That's the last time anyone gets the drop on me." His voice dripped with anger and annoyance. As I took a moment to gather myself, Booker raised his hand and his face twisted in pain.
"Let me see your hand" I ripped a section from the bottom of my dress as he held his hand out to me. "What happened back there," I attempted to distract him from the pain of his hand but gasps and sharp intakes of breath still slid through his gritted teeth. "It's not the last of it, is it?" He took a second to reply.
"I don't know" I wished for him to take me from this crazy corrupted world I was forced to live in. As I let him take his hand back I immediately regretted it as the strength I needed seemed to seep from his pores.
"There." I was slightly proud of my make-shift bandage, though blood had already drenched most of it. He clenched his fist, obviously in less pain than before. I let my fingers fall over his good hand as I sat against the wall, gently tugging his fingers in hopes that he would join me. He took a seat further away than I expected. Something came over me and made me scoot closer to him as I played with his fingers. After a few moments he pulled away, a hint of red across his cheeks and the tops of his ears.
His reaction excited me for some reason, I felt a strong sense of pride. I rested my hand on his forearm and looked into his eyes, "Booker." I felt goosebumps arise across his skin as his piercing eyes stared straight back at mine. His hand slid into mine, our fingers slowly interlocking.
"Elizabeth." A strange feeling swam throughout my blood and I was suddenly full of energy. Our eyes stayed locked as we leaned in but closed as our lips touched. I felt a spark that started a fire leading directly to my heart. Booker jolted backward as if it had burned him, and I knew he had felt it too.
"What is it?" I again scooted closer to him. "What is that feeling?" I placed a hand on his cheek, feeling the heat from the blush that spread over it.
"N-no. Elizabeth we can't-" I stopped him with another kiss, the feeling returning and my breath taken away. He let me kiss him for a moment but then began to push away, but as he held my wrists I slid my tongue along his lower lip. He seemed confused by this, yet parted his lips as my tongue began to explore. I slid my legs underneath me in order to kiss him without straining my neck upward. He slowly accepted my advances as he attempted to take control, his tongue battling mine. I felt my body begin to respond as a warmth settled in the pit of my stomach.
As we broke our kiss to breath I realized he had trapped me underneath him, his hands still holding my wrists but my body pinned between him and the floor. I wiggled around a little testing how much I could move, but it prompted him to let his weight off his elbows and trap me entirely. I let out a small moan as his chest pushed on to mine and the bulge in his pants came into contact with my heated core. An aching want filled me entirely. I wanted his skin against mine, I wanted him to touch me, I wanted to touch him. I wanted him.
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