Ema jolted up sweat already coating her slim and shivering body; sleep leaving her as the loud thunder echoed off the walls around her. She felt her body tremble with every loud echoing of sound, in her mind she imagined the house shaking and coming down around her and the people she came to love. Leaving them trapped and begging for air to breath, with no help to come.
Honestly, she had never been a very big fan of thunder; you could even say that she was afraid of it. Terrified, really.
Pulling the blanket up over her head, her body went rigid when her bedroom door creaked open; her mind running wild with he way she would die tonight. Maybe it would be a stranger, who had broken into the home to escape the down pour of rain; one who had already made it around the house to rid him of any one who might interrupt. Her heart stopped for three full seconds, before kick starting back into a quick rhythm slapping repeatedly against her chest. Leaving her chest heaving and lungs struggling, as she gulped down needy breaths of air. She wasn't really the greedy sort, but when it came to the air she needed to survive she doubted she would be sharing if push came to shove.
"Ema?" It was a male's voice, she could tell by his soft voice, that he was worried about her; she let out and audial sigh and gently pulled the covers down to her nose and past her eyes, not daring to go down any further. He was the only one she had told, rather found out, about her fear of this kind of weather. Ema's fist tighted on the clothe against her face, breathing slowing down. He heaved a sigh of relief and smiled worriedly at her, "I though you might be awake. Are you okay?"
Without an invitation he walked over to her bed, tucking the blanket in all around her body, leaving no room for her to move around. As he straightened up to leave, she reached out and grabbed the back of his shirt, stopping him, "Don't leave, please." She sounded like a kid trying to beg their parents not leave them after they checked under the bed for monsters. Her brown eye's were big and round and pleading, as she bit nervously at her bottom lip. No doubt resembling a needy child.
Azusa knew he couldn't leave her then. Yet, the way she looked now, like a small and frightened kid, made her look so adorably like a well and loved adult. He knew he would stay for her, he just didn't know how he would keep his hands to himself for her.
He turned away from the door to face her and smiled as innocently at her as he could, now looking at him, Ema could tell that he had been getting ready for bed; probably just getting home from work. Her guilt hit her hard and quick for making him stay up even longer.
Azusa's hair was mused, and he wasn't wearing his glasses. He wore a light blue thin sweater, sleeves pulled up to his elbows, and black under shirt, with gray sweats. While she, herself, wore a pink and white stripped inside jacket and some flannel pajama pants.
"Ema, I don't think-" he said but when she looked at him with teary eyes he heaved a sigh and nodded his head, "Okay." She wiggled over to lay beside the wall, giving him enough room to squeeze in. Azusa laid on his back, looking at her light pink ceiling, his own heart pounding frantically in his chest, he fought to keep his breathing normal.
"I'm not scared of the thunder," Ema said, turning on her side and looking at him, thinking she deserved to give him an answer for why she wanted him to stay so bad. Ema waited for him to face her as well, and as he did so she smiled softly, "I'm scared of what happens when storms come." Azusa reasoned this out, but had nothing to say. Or rather didn't know what to say. He found himself being scared of the reasons of her fear, not wanting to know what had caused them.
Ema leaned closer to him, not close enough to touch, but close enough were he could feel her soft breath on his chest. She closed her eyes, and her breathing became labored, he placed his hand on the small of her back, rubbing gently, soothing her to calm down once more.
Subtly pulling her closer.
He knew he shouldn't, gods did he knew, he just couldn't help himself when it concerned her.
Even long after she was asleep he couldn't help himself from staring, leaning down he kissed her gently, her lips parting in a soft exhale. He moved his hand up from her back, and lightly played with the ends of her hair. It was soft and smooth, and beautiful as the moon light shined brightly on it- it was just as he imagined it would be. He felt his heart contract as he thought about how he had to treat her as a sister.
It just was not possible.
Completely and utterly impossible.
Yet, he would, for her.
It was always for her.
Yet, he doubted even if he wanted to, he would change that. Because if that's what would make her happy he would do it, and he knew it would be worth it.
For her.
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