I know I shouldn't be writing this while I already have another story going but the idea popped into my head and I couldn't resist...
Hope u enjoy!!
Disclaimer: if I really owned this why would I be writing fan fiction? ... Oh that's right... I wouldn't...
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IMPORTANT NOTICE!!
This takes place at the end of ch. 8 of the Key at the meeting right after Ethan gets blown up and continues from there. It's still in Rochelle's POV
"Probably not Marcus, but whatever time we have, it will have to do"
As I get up to leave I notice that Isabel, exhausted, has fallen asleep, her head resting on Arkarian's arm. Isabel was one of the strongest and bravest people I have ever known, but, right now, she looked anything but. She looked small and fragile and angelic in her white nightgown; breakable.
Arkarian looks down at her, smiling ruefully, as if regretting having to wake her. He lifts his hand from her shoulder and supports her head carefully. He kneels down in front of her, his thumb rubbing gently against her cheek. Using his other hand, he brushes a few strands of hair from her face, caressing her with his fingertips. Her eyelids flutter at his touch. He leans in, pressing his lips lightly, lovingly, to hers.
It was the sweetest thing I have ever seen.
He pulls back and Isabel smiles lightly, opening her eyes halfway, as if waking from a good dream. Her eyes droop again and then open fully. She sees Arkarian her smile widens. She leans forward, bringing her lips back to his. They kiss, sharing an intimacy I could only dream of. She pulls back and stares drowsily into his eyes, fighting back sleep.
I look away to give them some privacy and notice Jimmy and Ethan sharing loaded looks. I glared at them. Sure, I wasn't exactly comfortable with their public display of affection; it reminded me too much of what I could never have, but how could they mock something so pure and good? I could never share a love like that with someone except maybe...
I returned my thoughts to less painful avenues. Matt was grinding his teeth, his jaw sliding left then right. I knew that look. He would most probably give Isabel a grinding tomorrow. Then I remembered he was leaving. It must be Isabel's lucky day.
Shaun and Mr. Carter were looking away politely, a small smile on Shaun's lips. He was obviously happy that his friend had finally found someone; albeit, a few centuries younger.
Neriah caught my eye and mouthed 'Aww'. I smiled at her.
Arkarian finally stood, carrying Isabel; already half asleep, in his arms, bridal-style. We follow him outside; an unusual occurrence, to a familiar jeep. Matt must have driven Isabel up here. I stared as he laid her gently in the backseat. He laughed when she let go of him too soon and fell with a soft thump onto the seat. She giggled groggily. He took a blanket out of the back and wrapped it tightly around her, protecting her from the chilly air. He leaned in and pecked her goodbye, whispering something I couldn't hear.
just a word of caution... this story is All Fluff and lemons and if ur sensitive to those kinda thing;) i suggest u read something else but don't worry ill warn you before a lemon scene but im afraid ur gonna have to read the fluff