Body heat 7
SisCoKid: Here we go!
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Chapter 7
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There was beautiful and then, there was Ingrid. Not even beauty could define her. No, not in Fillmore's eyes. Every inch of her was just wonderful. She stood at the front door; holding it open, probably waiting for him to speak. Words were impossible as he stared into those green eyes. The ache in his heart that had become so normal to him, faded away to be replaced with raw need. Need like he'd never felt before; it took great restraint for him not to reach out and hold her. He yearned to carass her face and put his fingers through her hair.
Instead, he pointed to the backyard.
"Bean needed a place to run around. You know how he likes the rain."
Ingrid raised an eyebrow. "Really?" She asked in disbelieving tone.
Fillmore shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Her piercing stare had begun to make him sweat. He used to be able to take it, no problem, but that was when they were hanging out all the time. What if she didn't let him in? What would he do then? He couldn't just force her to not go out with that guy. She could easily shut the door and shut him out of her life. Fillmore's heart ached at the thought, but it wasn't like he didn't deserve it. Was it not him who deserted her? She had every right to lock him out.
She stepped back and opened the door wider.
"Come in."
Fillmore didn't respond at first; this was surprising. He took a few steps and stood inside looking around as Ingrid shut the door. There was nothing different about the place and he enjoyed the familiarity of it. Ingrid stepped infront of him and motioned for him to follow her. She led him to the bath room and left him there. He decided to walk in and wait for her. She returned moments later with a set of dry cloths and a towel for him. Fillmore inspected the clothes closely as she handed them over to him. He looked up and gave her a curious look.
She shrugged.
"You've left a lot of clothes here over the years." A small smile graced her lips. "As I recall, it was for a situation like this."
'Man I want to kiss her!'
"Thanks." With that, Fillmore took his shirt off and used the towel to dry off his upper body. He noticed Ingrid was still standing there and threw her yet another curious look, this time with a raised eye brow.
The dazed look in Ingrid's eyes morphed into shock as her cheeks flushed pink. She pointed down the hall.
"I'll be waiting in the living room when your done." She stepped out of the room and shut the door as she left.
Fillmore watched the door shut and physically relaxed. He exhaled and leaned forward onto the sink. He glared at his reflection in the mirror.
'Why am I here?' Fillmore was ready to beat the snot out of himself, but that would prove painful and it was much easier to verbally abuse his reflection. This was the last place he wanted to be, but yet, here he was. He let jealousy over come him and destroy his resolution to rid Ingrid from his life. How the hell was he suppose to convince her not to date that guy anyways? Leave a girl for half a year and then come back trying to tell them what to do. Yea, that was going to work.
"Dang..." Fillmore rested his head against the mirror.
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Ingrid smiled on the inside as Fillmore entered and a surprised look painted his face. A plate of cubed cheese and a glass of milk were both placed on a coffee table in front of the couch she was sitting on. The smile inside grew larger after she spotted the happiness in his eyes. Fillmore walked over and sat next to her on the couch, he grabbed the plate of cube cheese and went to town.
Ingrid sat next to him, waiting patiently for him to finish. Talking wasn't needed at the moment because joy was found simply in him sitting next to her. The hole in her wasn't gone, but she could ignore it for now. She was too distracted to think about it. Pain, frustration, anger, and hope all swirled around inside of her. How exactly was she suppose to react to him appearing out of the blue. She wasn't even positive that he was here to talk. Should there be joy that her other half was sitting next to her again, or pain that even now, he refused to say a word. Anger was buried under the joy, which led to frustration at not being able to give voice to the anger inside her. Deep down though, in the depths of her body in soul, all she wanted and wish for from Fillmore was...
...hope.
She needed something from him that would reignite a fire in her, a drive to continue on with her life, whether it be with, or with out him. It just wasn't fair, the way he did things. Leaving her without giving a reason. Not telling her if she should wait on him or not. She choose to wait for him and endure the pain of putting your life on hold for somebody else because she didn't want to think about a life without him.
After he polished off the milk, Fillmore sat in silence. He turned to Ingrid and their eyes made contact. Though neither of them spoke a word, their eyes screamed silent messages back and forth. Trying to convey the pain of a life separate from each other. Finally Fillmore spoke.
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"We need to talk." He stated simply. Fillmore was caught off guide by the look Ingrid gave him. She was looking at him as if he just asking the million dollar question. He decided it was best to avoid eye contact. It was impossible stay on track while looking at her. Besides for the eyes, there was the body and the scent. The damp hair from a recent shower also helped to distraught him.
"So, word around school is that you're going to the homecoming dance and not just as patrol." He watched as her expression went from shock to skeptical.
She shrugged. "I guess the word is true." She raised an eyebrow after saying this.
He met her eyes for a second before looking away. He reached up and began to scratch the back of his neck.
"Mind if I ask why?" Bad question, bad question. Lets back up here. He could see that look in her eyes and he knew what that meant.
"May I first ask why do you care?"
This stabbed him in the chest. Now that he was actually here questioning her, he could fully see his stupidity. His mind was set though, he would press on.
"You don't dance."
She shrugged. "I can still go."
"Why?" He exclaimed, frustration clear in his voice.
She glared at him. He watched as her fist clinched next to her side, but then she seemed to mellow out. She surprised him with a grin. "Are you jealous Fillmore?"
He grimaced. Ingrid was as sharp as always. He forgot sometimes how much sharper she could be when she knew a person. He stood up and paced a little bit. What was he to do? He didn't want her going out with that guy, but how could he stop her without asking her out himself. Even then, that was a gamble. He had no clue what he was to her anymore, not after all he had done. That wasn't even an option anyways. His future came before Ingrid. It was that simple. After this was hopefully dealt with, he could go back to his studies.
"Do you even feel like going to this dance. I've never known you to be the type to do something you didn't want to."
There was silence. The look she gave him nearly sank his heart.
"I wish I could truly get angry at you. I wish I could tell you that I've changed since we used to hangout." She paused and swallowed. "But I'm still the same person. Sitting in my room, day by day...all alone. Waiting, just waiting for someone who doesn't care about me." She looked down and watched the ground. "It's silly. Even though you're just here to stop me from going to the dance. I'm sort of...happy." She grabbed her chest and looked up at him. "I was really happy when you first came. I thought we were going to hangout, just like old times. I wasn't even going to question you or anything. Do you know how long I've waited? Only to have you start talking about the dance and such."
Before Ingrid could say another word and before Fillmore could think about his actions, Fillmore knelt down in front of her. He reached forward and lifted her chin up, revealing a face covered with silent tears. The was no thoughts going through Fillmore's head now, no, not while Ingrid was crying.
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Ingrid felt like her body was hanging on a ledge and her only support was Fillmore. He could either pull her up, or drop her. 'What am I doing? What did I just tell him?' She tried to speak, but a sob broke out instead. The tenderness of his touch startled her as he tried to wipe away her tears. She looked up into his eyes, trying desperately to understand the meaning behind his stare. What was he thinking? Why was he doing this? Her thoughts were cut short as Fillmore wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She laid her burden on him and collapsed in his arms, quite broken. But she couldn't just rest in his arms. There was uncertainty. How was she to know what this hug meant?
She balled her hands into fist and pushed him away. After wiping away her tears, she stared at him with determination. "Fillmore. Why did you come here today. If it was really to stop me from going to the dance...then you can leave." As much as her heart wanted to give into the desire to be hugged, she knew better. If Fillmore was only here for his own selfish reasonings, she would not have him here at all. She watched as life returned to his face and trouble soon followed it.
Fillmore set his face. "I've spent the past few months focusing on college and my future." As he stood up, she saw the fire of the old Fillmore returning to him. "I've made mistakes and I know that, but I know for damn sure that I'm not going to let you dance with anybody else but me!"
Ingrid let out a breath as she was lifted up by her sides and then pulled into another embrace. Her mind went blank as she watch Fillmore's face inch closer to hers. She closed her eyes when their lips were about to touch...but they didn't. Her eyes blinked open to a mischievous smiling Fillmore. He released her. Mind still a blank, she stared, mouth agape at him.
"I'll tell you this. Jealousy can make you real honest." He nodded at her before turning to leave.
After the door shut, Ingrid allowed herself to smile. She sat down and felt her cheeks. They were on fire, like the rest of her body.
"Fillmore?"
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SisCoKid: Sorry if this chapters a little weird. I wrote the first half in May and finished it this week. Hope you all enjoyed it.
