Okay people as always I wrote the chapter while being sleep deprived because school is just amazing, not to mention I had a headache … while editing the things I found stupid or wrong I was almost seduced to delete the whole thing because it kida seems off, but I have no time to think of another way how to do things or rewrite it, so after another long wait I present you the new chapter and once again thank you for the lovely reviews you are very kind and I am very glad you like it!

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The faint sound of someone playing the violin could be heard, while another, louder noise was sticking out in the background, getting louder and it was pulling Emma further away from the soft and familiar sound of the instrument.

She woke up. Her window was open and the wind felt chilling on her bare feet. There was a storm again, the ocean was not calm and was crushing violently agaist rocks and sand. She couldn't sleep. There was something, not just her dreams and nightmares that kept her awake, not just her problems with her relationships, there was something else that was keeping her so disturbed and worried every time she woke up. Like there was something that was not meant to be there. And she always felt it was the ocean that was warrning her.

Maybe Malcom was still alive, maybe something far worse has happened. She knew the others were trying to solve the mystery, about the vibes they felt, the disturbance in the air. Their senses told them something bad was coming, something they didn't know how to prevent from happening.

It was not surprising to her how often she heard Tavvy's screams all over to her room and her room was on the other side. She knew Julian was spending his nights in his brother's room, trying to calm him down, while trying to fight with his own demons. It was not the first time to see Ty and Livvy in the library, working on something together in order to attract the tiredness and sleep to them. Dru was watching more and more horror movies, but in the end they seemed to make things worse for her. Mark was either on the roof or in his room, but she didn't know what he was doing or what he was thinking about. He never shared anything, afraid he was going to be a bigger burden.

It was no surprise to the see the conflict feelings Cristina had toward Perfect Diego and how often she was seeking confrot in him. Emma was just worried that in the end she would forgive him and he would her again, this time beyond repairing.

Kit was always alone, rarely left the Institute, rarely spoke. Even the times when Jace Herondale came and explained how thing were, even when Clary Fairchild, who shared the same fate he did and was the only one who could actually understand what he was going through since the same thing had happened to her when she was fifteen herself, didn't seem to help him much.

Emma got up and closed the window. It was too stormy to go out, it was too noisy to stay in her room. She dressed up and went to the room where she could once again feel close to her family. Feel closer to the dream she just had, about the violin and its music.

She was careful not to encounter somebody on her way. She was pretty sure she was not the only one awake. Tiptoeing she slipped in the dark room, again iluminated by the moon shining through the window and closed the door very carefully, knowing about the horrible sound the door knob made when closed with force. She let out a sigh and slowly turned around only to be met with curious eyes across the room.

She almost screamed when she saw the figure, sitting under the window with a book in their hands.

''By the Angel!'' She said and put a hand on her chest. Her heart was beating wild. ''You could have said something.'' She told accusingly to the person across her.

''You were so eager to be quiet in your entry, I suggested I would scare you more if I were to tell you something.'' Mark looked at her with a slight amusement. It was the first time in years to see him in his natural habitat: sitting close to a window with a book in his hands. This was both new and familiar to her all at the same time. He got on his feet and smoothed his clothes. Then they looked at each other in an awkward silence.

''I should probably go.'' He told her and was about to pass her when she stopped him.

''No.'' She said a bit too forcefully. ''You can stay.''

''Wouldn't I bother you?''

''I don't know what I want to do anyway so we might as well talk.''

''Talk'' He repeated after her, lost in thought. ''About what?'' He asked then and looked at her. Emma pouted and raised her shoulders in answer. She didn't know either.

''You should continue with your book.'' She said then.

''What about you?''

''I'm not sure.''

This awkwardness that was around them was making Emma even more nervous. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to interact with Mark, he was making her feel naked of some sort. She felt he was seeing more of her character and thoughts then she was showing. Maybe she was way too opened with him and didn't even bother denying stuff he had already guessed.

Mark touched her forearm and came closer to her. Emma puled away and crossed her arms in front of her.

''Don't.'' She told him without looking at him.

''I didn't know this was bothering you so much.'' He told her and she could her the hurt in his voice. Emma shook her head and raised her eyes to his.

''It's not that.'' She told him and bit her lip. ''It's just that every time we are alone, doesn't even matter where, we end up jumping on each other's necks. It's just confusing how it happens. We are not even talking about it.''

''We can take things slow.'' He assured her and was about to touch her again when he thought the better of it. ''We can talk about it.'' He corrected himself.

Emma rubbed her face and moved to window where the light of the moon iluminated her hair to silver. ''I don't even know if I want to talk about it. I don't know how it keeps happening and why it is so confusing. It's just irritating.'' She brushed her hair aside and looked at the ceiling.

Mark came next to her and slid again to the floor and opned his book. He then looked up at her.

''We can talk about something else, or we can just stay here doing whatever we want to do without bothering each other.''

Emma nodded and slid down next to him. She leaned her head on the wall and closed her eyes. In the darkness and silence that ruled now, she could only hear her own breathing which soon enough synchronized with Mark's and the turning of pages after he read on. Without giving it much thought she leaned closer to him.

''Can I rest my head on your shoulder?'' She asked with a sleepy voice. Before Mark could say anything, her head found his shoulder and she soon after fell alseep. He continued to read until he felt drowsy and sleepy himself and decided to rest his cheek on Emma's head.

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When Emma woke up she first had to take in her surroundings and needed time to process the way she was laying, where and on whom and once again why and how. At first glance she saw a book with white, or maybe beige cover and green-yellow letters which said ''The Memoirs of Cleopatra'' over her face and a long, bony hand holding it in the middle. The hand had the voyance rune, the one that looked like an eye, the one Emma felt was knowingly starring at her. She then realized she was laying on her back, her head against someone's leg. And then it hit her and she remembered.

''Did you sleep well?'' She heard Mark say from behind the book. Then he removed it from her face and she saw him looking down at her, smilling while the sun shone through the window and made him look as if he had a halo. Emma coverd her eyes with one hand because the sun was blinding her, or maybe it was Mark himself who was blinding her.

''I guess so.'' She answered and got up then she looked around once again. They were in the same room as the night before. ''Did we really sleep here?''

''You did.'' He corrected her. Emma narrowed her head apologetically.

''Sorry.'' She said quietly.

''No, it's not because of you. If I wanted to sleep I would have taken you to my room and I would have slept, but the book was interesting.''

Emma glanced at the book and saw that he was just about to finish it. He really did read the whole night through while she slept on his lap. Again.

''Your room?'' Emma asked a bit teasingly and looked up at him to meet his face.

''It's closer then yours.'' He answered equally teasingly and winked at her. Emma laughed.

''We should probably go and have breakfast, or luch in our case.'' He said and Emma jerked up. Was it this late already?

''It's eleven o'clock.'' He told her after seeing the way she reacted. ''You don't have to be anywhere?''

''No, it's just that...''

''You haven't slept well in a while.'' He said and Emma nodded. After noticing the awkward way she rubbed her neck and shoulders he put his book to the side. ''Come here.'' He told her and opened his legs so,that Emma could sit between them. She looked at him as if he was crazy, but after seeing he was not going to give up she rolled her eyes and shifted herself so that now her back was to him and his long legs were encircling her.

He gently moved Emma's long hair to one of her shoulders and Emma shivered a little by the brush of his fingers on her neck.

''Try to relax.'' She heard his soft and hoarse at the same time voice and felt his breath on her neck. She listened to his advice and tried to relax her shoulders, but the moment his fingers touched her and started to massage her she felt herself grow more nervous and tense. She couldn't try to think about something else because he was here. He was behind her and he was touching her and he was the only thing she had in mind at the moment. The way his fingers moved against her shoulders and the pressure he put there, the way his thumbs moved up and down her neck, the gentleness he did it with, the care he touched her with. It was all too much to keep her mind occupied with something else. She liked how it felt and soon came to notice that she was indeed realxing to his touch and that he was putting more pressure the moment he felt her realx. She felt drowsy and sleepy again and she had to resist the urge to lean against him and fall asleep again. It felt that good. Like he was taking away all her worries she had through the whole past week, like he was making everything bad go away and replace it with only good emotions and feelings. She was that stiff with worry and who know what else. She closed her eyes and let the way he was causing her to feel go through her.

After she responded to his fingers and moved her head from side to side so that he can massage more angles of her neck and shoulders, Emma felt his hands moving downwards to her shoulder blades and he started massaging there, putting more pressure and doing circular movements. There was nothing new to the way he moved his hands, but Emma felt a rush of excitement and relaxation go through her back since he was now giving attention to other parts of her back and the sensation felt different to them than it had to her shoulders and neck.

He slipped his hands further down, putting a light pressure against her spine and ribcage and then continuing downwards to her waist where he put his hands on each side. Emma arched her back a bit too much, but it was not something she could control. It was a delightful and satisfactory feeling and her body responded faster then her mind could.

Mark stopped and Emma opened her eyes panicked that he would think something inappropriate or surprising of her reaction. But his concerns seemed different from hers.

''Did that hurt?'' He asked and Emma could hear the worried note in his voice. Afraid her voice was going to shake if she answered, she just shook her head no.

After what felt to Emma a painful eternity he continued and Emma closed her eyes once again to welcome the sensation.

His hands were all over her back, going up and down, massaging with just enough pressure to make her feel good and everytime he got to her waist or lower she bit her lower lip and tried to force herself not to arch her back too much, but in the end it was hard. She's never been touched there like this and it was new to her to find out that this part of her body was that sensitive and resposnsive to that kind of touch.

She rested her arms on his knees which he had bend around her and they were so close to her body that it seemed like he was squeezing her with his legs. With every touch to her waist and lower back she gave a light squeez to his knees and he soon realized that that was no sign of pain she feeling, but pleasure instead. Pleasure she was trying to conceal away from him. Mark smiled to himself and was glad Emma couldn't see his face or he would have been thrown out the window.

He knew she hated being vulnerable in front of others. Hated showing this kind of side of her, the one that felt pain, the one that was saddened or the one that felt excited beyond her own control. He could see that she rarely let herself enjoy anything she liked or made her feel the way he was making her feel now, but he also knew this was a weak place of hers since she couldn't win the control over her body and was giving in to her needs.

After a while he felt his hands getting more and more tired, but he didn't want to stop because Eamma seemed to enjoy it so much. He continued, but after his hands got too tired an numb he stopped. He heard Emma leting a satisfied sigh out and after locking his arms around her whole waist, he pulled her backwards, toward to him so that her back was now leaning agaist his chest. She seemed way too relaxed and tired to notice how close to each other they were, since she didn't try to break free or protest, but instead put her head against his shoulder with her eyes closed. Their breating was once again one and the same.

Mark had his hands entwined in front of her stomach and his knees around her, like a protective cage. He tightened the grip around her and narrowed his head down so that it looked like as if he was kissing Emma on the shoulder.

And he was.

It was in that moment, that Emma opened her eyes in surprise. She couldn't trun her head to his because he had his burried between her shoulder and neck and was kissing her. Emma wasn't sure how to react initially, but the first thing she felt, after surprise, was pleasure. She arched her back once again and her grip on Mark's legs got tighter.

He took it as a good sign and moved closer to her neck, placing kisses to her ear and back to her collarbone. The closer he got to the ear, the tighter got Emma's grip and she arched more to him. She put one hand on his neck, urging him,showing him where it felt good, where to kiss more and to put more pressure.

Mark enjoyed the way her fingers were gripping his neck, showing him the way by the way she distributed the pressure and encouraged by this, in turn, while he was moving once again up to her ear, he bit her gently on the neck. This got him a soft gasp which escpaed Emma's lips and her nails dug in his neck and leg. He continiued, kissing and bitting, ocassionaly licking his way up to her ear where he bit and sucked on her earlobe. By now his hands were erratically moving up and down her body, pulling her closer to him, tigheting his grip around her, not sure where to touch her.

Emma was also very responsive and was moving against him even though from her position it was hard to get a good grip on Mark. Every time he bit her, she pulled his hair lightly in an answer which meant she liked it.

Soon it was not enough for both of them and Emma turned herself around, with help from Mark and sat on his lap so this time it was her legs that were around him while he had his outstreched. Emma burried her hands in Mark's hair and kissed him hard on the lips. He had his hands on her waist and was constantly moving them up and down her back, pushing her to him, pressing her down to him.

Their tongues entwined and they both let out sharp breaths between passionate kisses. Mark dared to push his hands under Emma's shirt and found out that Emma was also pulling him by the collar as if she was unhappy about the material separating them. She bit his lower lip and then sucked on it, while he was left surprisingly affected by this gesture, he grabbed her bottom and lifted her enough to be able to turn her around so that she was pinned down by him. After coming to the conclusion that the floor was not a comfortable place for those kind of stuff, especially when he wanted Emma cornerd, he lifted her once again and put her on the sill of the window, where he could push her agaist the cold glass.

Emma wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled herself closer to him, her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her, while he proceeded with exploring her body under her shirt. Emma's hand also moved to his stomach and down to the seam of his jeans and-

''Emma! Mark!'' Emma was so shocked by the sound of her name she jerked back in surprise and hit her head on the glass of the window. Mark was equally surprised and was already standing a few feet away from her.

''Mark!'' Someone shouted again. Emma got off the sill and straightened her shirt and tried to make herself look presentable. But it was hard, both of their lips were red and swollen from kissing, their eyes glasy and pupils dialted from desire. Emma wipped her mouth with the back of her hand and headed toward the door.

''I guess we should go.'' She said in a hurry and left the room, leaving Mark alone and stunned in it.

They both were in shock by how far they've gotten today, what they've alomost done. And maybe the most surprising thing to both of them was the fact how much they enjoyed it and how much they wanted it, almost craved it.