Hiya! It's been awhile, but here it is something new!
Well technically it's old, as wrote this way before any of the chapters in my other story Random Notions, but I was trying to write all the things that happened before this and in the end I just decided that I wanted to put this up like this, it is Valentine's Day when I'm uploading this after all.
So please read it and let me know if you would want to see how they ended up here in the first place.
Important information sorta: Just a bit of set up as there's none like I said above, this is part of a somewhat larger story and would have ended up as later chapter, yet this is the first thing I wrote of the story. I wanted this to be one of those they are in a bad situation, last night on earth, sorta deals.
They were captured, and know this is the last day they will be in there stuck together, they don't know exactly what they are facing, but in this situation it isn't hard to guess.
They are older here, definitely not little kids anymore.
To Forget It All
"Tell me then," She can hear some desperation color her voice as she speaks. "Tell me how to make it stop. Help me stop thinking."
He just looks at her for a moment. His face is full of thought and something akin to nervousness, but its more than just nerves; although she can't quite decipher what it is. It reminds her of staring at the runes on Dragon's cave wall, knowing what some of them are but no matter how hard she tries, the others meaning is still evade her completely.
The thought of runes is a painful reminder of the current situation and its demolition of her life. The dragon runes... She had promised Dragon they would one day figure them out, together. She always thought there would be plenty of time to accomplish this. And now? It would just stay an empty promise never to be fulfilled along with any others she had made... Like the promise she'd made to her friends and family that she would return.
Gunther stands, staring blankly at the boarded up window on the far wall, most likely debating the matter in his thoughts. In the back of her mind there is the knowledge that this is, in a way, the abandoning of hope; there is no light after this dark. It is these types of thoughts that have permeated her head and which she wants, needs, to be rid of, because she has finally reached her limit for heartache and can take it no longer. Arriving at this conclusion has been difficult for her, but she has done it out of necessity. Whatever it is that he is struggling with however is entirely his own. She supposes that it is no easy matter for anyone, the realization of what could be your last night.
"Gunther." She sees the tension befall him as his name leaves her mouth and finds its way into his trance of thoughts. His pose ridged, and the stillness prevalent throughout the entirety of his broad-shouldered frame, are offers of proof that he is unsettled by the invitation. Perhaps he simply never imagined that she would reach this point of loss, and it has truly caught him off his guard, especially after she rejected him when he had made the offer.
"Jane are you sure about what you are asking?" He doesn't move even as he responds. Although his voice sounds almost normal, she knows at least this side of him well enough to know that it is far from. Because where before, his face might have been a puzzle, his voice is instantly recognizable, and at the moment its hiding plenty under its farce of normality.
"Yes." She puts all the truth into the word attempting to mask whatever pain it might be holding, keeping it short and willing him to look at her and see the determination on her face. For although she has yet to take her eyes off him, he is still facing the covered window, and from where she sits, at the very edge of the old bed, she can see only his profile.
He takes a deep breath, before walking over and crouching in front of her. Surely this is his answer, it makes her feel jumpy and jittery mixed with a strange sort of anxiousness that she wasn't expecting. His eyes never veer from hers as he places his hands over her own and slides them upwards along her arms, her shoulders. (She can feel herself shudder when his fingers finally make contact with the uncovered skin of her throat,) as he slides his hand up to the base of her jaw and into her hair. A second passes, then he brings his mouth to hers.
His mouth is soft against hers, where the first time he'd kissed her it had been frenzied and forceful. Intense, prevalent with the uncontrolled feeling that he had finally allowed himself that which he had been deprived. Measured and careful, it is as if he's now trying to restrain himself from going too far, despite the fact that she has asked him to do just the opposite. So she slides her own hands around his arms and back and deepens the kiss herself. His reaction is immediate, wrapping his arms around her, he lifts her lightly and brings her back down, this time all the way down until she is lying on her back and he is holding himself over her.
He is so close, she has never been this close to him before, or anyone in truth. Much less as they are now, so much so that she can feel nervousness bubble into her where before there was only a gaping pit of hopelessness and dread. He on the other hand seems to have lost all uneasiness as his mouth travels along her jaw and neck, his hands along her sides. The feel of his body over hers is perhaps the most foreign and alarming to her, it is most strange that she can feel all the places where they come in contact, even lightly, even through their clothes, and the heat that seeps into her from him makes points of fire where his mouth touches her skin or where he holds his hands to her hips.
She wonders if she is just in shock from the abrupt switch of her emotions and the new and erratic feelings coursing throughout her body. It is like her body is in sharp contrast against itself flipping quickly and suddenly from winter to summer, blasts of cold to flashes of hot, panic and uneasiness to surprising bursts of heated pleasure. To where has her bravery vanished? She asked for this after all and was bold enough to incite it faster and now? All of if seems to have knotted into her stomach making it difficult to think or even breathe at this point.
It must be this, her stillness, that grabs Gunther's attention as he looks at her from his position over her. He takes ahold of her face with his hand stroking her cheek gently with his thumb, "Are you alright?" He asks her, his breath rapid, concern clearly displayed in both his voice and all over his face. Finding it a struggle to speak she opts for just nodding instead. The concern doesn't leave his face however, it only becomes more pronounced like the lines that have formed on his forehead atop his now knitted eyebrows. He sits back, and in the absence of his body there is a rush of noticeable cold until he pulls her up and they sit next to each other, feet over the right side of the bed. It strikingly odd to be sitting here with him now in this almost... normal way.
"Jane," He speaks her name softly looking down from her face to where he is still holding one of her hands in his.
"I..." Finding her voice is still a veritable struggle but simpler than before, "I'm sorry, I am not sure what happened to me. It just-"
"Don't apologize Jane," He looks her in the eyes as he tells her this, his eyes are soft and his expression one that she is now realizing she had never known before or even suspected him of possessing. "You have no need to go along with this." Perhaps it is the newfound tenderness of his voice and demeanor, but the worry that had so effectively paralyzed her moments before has ceased to exist. It feels like it has vaporized in the calmness of this moment between them and when she releases her next breath it will have vacated her body completely.
"I am the one who asked you for this." She feels like herself again, as she speaks to him looking straight into the strange grayness that are his eyes, not since first arriving here has she felt this assured of her actions. "And I want this." She tells him this because it's true, it has turned into more now than just need to eclipse her dismay.
The way he looks at her now that she has truly decided is more than confirmation on his behalf, it makes her very aware of her decision and its implications, but this time she is ready to face it all. No thoughts of right or wrong, all that has left her, because in this moment it is only them. As it has been since they were first shut into this room, as it has been every time they have faced off in the arena- weapons in hand- each determined to be victorious. Although she had never thought about it before, years and years they have squared off against each other and still there has never been a dull moment. Perhaps they had never truly mastered working as team, but its so clear that when they are head to head, toe to toe that is when they are at their best. These thoughts swirl in her head as he leans in and kisses her and she kisses him back in equal fervor. After all, the greatest moments they have spent together, sparring or otherwise, is when they are on even-footing, as they are now.
Tell me what you think, I have a second half continuing this, (nothing graphic I promise) would you want to read it?
Was this any good?
Suggestions, comments, nit picks, random conversations, I would love to know any thoughts on this and of course whether you would like to see the second half of this, how they got here, or both.