A/N: My second "Wicked Lovely" fic. Implied Aislinn/Keenan. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked Lovely or any of the characters.
Curious
Curious. They were intrigued by her, and she was just as inquisitive about them. Her stalker faeries had seemed inconsequential at first, even taking the rules into consideration, but as for the reason for their actions, she just couldn't seem to comprehend. For weeks she had been taunted by his presence. Everywhere she went, he and Deadgirl seemed to follow, keeping a safe space between them.
Unfortunately for her, he began making slow progression. First at Comix with his persistence that they "get to know each other"; in other terms, for her to go out with him. She had gotten his email and phone number, not really understanding why he would even have one. Didn't faeries have anything better to do with their time than send each other instant messages?
Then, he had gone back to shadow stalking for a few days, keeping himself hidden from the surrounding world. Little did he know that she watched nearly his every move when he was around. Too bad her safe solitude didn't last. Deadgirl had taken the time to save her in the park from three crude guys. Why her? Why bother?
As if that hadn't unnerved her enough, not too long after, the gorgeous Summer King had enrolled in Bishop OC, one of her sanctuaries. He had completely invaded her space. They shared identical schedules, and she had been made to be his personal tour guide. Oh joy. Even when he knew his way around the school, he insisted on following her everywhere, staying as close to her as he could. To make things even better, he was drawing huge amounts of attention to himself, even if he was doing it unconsciously. And since, during school hours, he was always by her side, she was stuck in the spotlight as well.
His tactics were getting on her nerves, but ever since she had first seen him, she had always wondered one thing…
As they walked through the deserted halls back to Sister Mary Louise's classroom, she couldn't help but break the comfortable silence they had fallen into since lunch hour.
"Keenan?"
"Yeah?" His smile shone brightly, his skin emitting a slight glow. He was probably still in shock that she was willingly talking to him.
"Do you mind if I…?" Aislinn let her voice trail off, her hand raised slightly.
He looked confused as her hand hovered in mid air.
"Mind if you what?" He asked, the smile never leaving his face.
"If I…" She tried again, raising her hand a little closer to his head. She didn't want to come right out and say it, but she wasn't very good at charades, wither.
His mind clicked.
"Oh, sure." Keenan replied, leaning down slightly so his eyes were more level with hers. He seemed so at ease with her, so unafraid.
If only Aislinn could say the same.
Hesitantly, she moved her hand into the roots of his glamoured-blonde hair, wondering vaguely if her suspicions had been right about his bronze strands being sharp enough to cut her. Taking a deep breath, she slid her finger forward, moving her hand deeper into his golden mess.
Surprisingly, the blade-like locks she had presumed to connect with were nowhere to be found as a silky smooth coolness fell upon her fingertips, the back of her hand.
Keenan sighed audibly as he shut his eyes, his smile turning into a wide-spread grin. He was enjoying this, perhaps just as much as she was.
No. Traitorous thoughts. But then again, who was she to deny the Summer King his pleasure?
When she finally pulled back her hand, she watched carefully as he opened his eyes. He was absolutely glowing.
"What was that for?" He asked, keeping his dangerously seductive voice under control.
Smirking, Aislinn hiked her backpack up farther on her shoulder and shrugged nonchalantly.
"Jus curious, I guess."