I Will Always Wait For You
William Herondale thrust his long, smooth, training sword at hisparabatai. Leaning towards James Carstairs heart. He always loved this part of a fight, Will did. Not the moment when you plunge your weapon in to your victim and they lie dead and you know that you have won. But the moment in a battle when you're both hanging, wondering what's going to happen.
It reminded him of the part in books that will soon lead up to the end, the exciting part. One of you is about to announce your victory, creating a wound that you know will never heal. And the other determined not to let you announce it and pleating silently for you to never shed the blood.
But this was Jem, and they were just training. He could never slip up and let that moment pass. They both stood there in the training room for a few seconds. Jem hunched over, fighting against Will's force on his shoulder. His training sword was thrown to the side on the floor, with Will's inches away from his heart.
Will was leaned in to Jem with his hand on Jems shoulder and his sword ready to sharply kiss the silver boy's heart any moment. He looked into Jem's silver-gray eyes and saw alerted stealth in them, along with the lingering sickness that was always painted heavily on Jem.
Will had remembered to help Jem with his "medicine" this time. The last time they trained alone Jem had not taken enough, and there was blood. Will couldn't stand to see his silver head bent over regurgitating it. Jem was always his first priority. He sucked in and smelt the always sweet smell of Jem, sandalwood.
With both of the boys breathing heavily Will threw his sword to the floor beside himself. "You okay?" Will, while breathing between words, asked Jem with great concern. The boy looked paler than ever.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Would you have interest in more training? That is, without weapons?" Jem replied with a wide grin that looked like an act.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea." Will said looking up and down at Jems pale worn out body.
"Come on, I'm fine." Jem insisted with weary eyes on Will.
"Alright, if you are well enough." Will always gave in to Jem's pleads. Even if he knew it was not a very good idea. Jem nodded slowly and ran across the room to show how good in shape he was. Will laughed idiotically to himself, shook his head and followed.
They went on to the court with the padded floor and began. After tumbling around and dodging hits Jem got mad. "You can't keep letting me win." He said circling Will. Will had let him get a few hits and he was about to fall over exhausted. But he could never hit Jem, not like this.
"What? I'm not." Will cheerfully gasped while ducking a punch from Jem.
"Yes, you are." Grunted Jem throwing a punch at Will's side and backing away, Will didn't move this time. He fell to the floor clutching his stomach and looked up at Jem and grinned terribly with black soft hair on his milky face.
You want a fight,he thought, I'll give you a fight. He stood up slowly then ran towards Jem knocking him down on the padded floor.
They tumbled around on the floor for several seconds, slamming each other onto the blue padded floor that was lighter than Will's sapphire eyes. Then finally Jem pushed Will on to his back, so he looked upon Jem, their faces were inches away from each other.
"There," taunted Jem, "Was that so bad?" Jem looked down at Will and could have sworn that he saw a faint blush. He saw anger and love in Will's eyes. He looked scared to and Jem wondered if he too looked frightened… in a good way. They were so close to each other. So close to touch.
"Always." Will argued. How beautiful Jem looked above him in this light, Will thought. The sun was shining its rays on them through the window in the big training room and Will could see the color return to Jem's skin, eyes and hair. Will observed with a great look of longing.
"Will? Will what is it?" Jem asked. Without much control Will flipped Jem onto the floor so Will was on top of him. Then as soon as that had happened Will bent down and pressed his lips across Jem's. He could feel Jem tense then settle down soon after. Will grabbed Jem's face in his hands and their lips parted.
"William?!" Jem pleaded between the kisses. But Will would not let him speak he started to run his hands through Jem's hair and down his back, letting his hands go all over, when Jem was kissing him back. Will could feel Jem in his mouth, their tongues rushing together. And he loved it. Will loved this moment most of all and never wanted it to end.
Then Jem finally pulled back and said softly not wanting to hurt Will "William I… I can't…" he stuttered not knowing what to say and still in a rush from the magnificent kiss. Will got off of Jem to let him up. Jem got up and looked into Will's dark blue eyes seeing despair. "I am sorry." Jem said with concern and nervousness, Will could see the redness plainly on Jem's pale face
"It's okay, I will always be waiting, James." Will replied still lying down on the floor. Then Jem left feeling awful with Will left lying speechless, with his arm thrown across his face trying to cover his redness and his beautiful eyes, on the light blue padded floor.