Sorry for the late update, even if my school is on a strike since spring break… You see, I had to write this whole chapter since it wasn't and it was kind of hard for me to find and keep inspiration. Also, I change my pen name because I remembered weeks ago there was someone pen named MusaRiven and I didn't want it to be a kind of mess. Anyway it is the name I give to rate my scores on my iPod apps. Pebby, if I can call you like that, I don't know if Easter Monday counts as a week-end day for you since there is no school on that day, but I hope if it doesn't you will forgive me. I know I had promised you it would be this weekend, but I just finished writing this chapter and it is almost one in the morning. I also hope you and the readers will be happy… There are two thousands and three hundred words in it and a sooo romantic end, and I worked out a lot on it. I hope you'll all love it.

Pebby: Yes you are right, Riven's dad probably hears what he wants, or maybe he can see the future… and thank you to have added my story to your favorites. One more thing: You were in fire Friday! Five chapters in a row! Wow!

Michel95: Thank you for adding my story to your favorites. I would like to read yours, but like I said in chap one, I don't know enough Spanish for it. I'm afraid I will have to constantly check on my verb tense sheets because they are completely different from a tense to another and I don't know them. I guess I will have to learn them again when school will start again. Anyway, as little as I understand Spanish and from what I understood from your summaries, I'm sure I'll like them when I'll read them.

-xxDragonHeart


Musa and Riven: to Love Again

by

xxDragonHeart


Chapter seven: The Best Gift

As Riven got out of his parents' house, he saw Musa standing in front of his car with her back facing him. At first he didn't notice it, but when he came closer to her, the young man saw that his dear friend had her hands on her face and she was crying.

"Musa? You okay?" he asked her worried while placing his hands on her arms right below her shoulders. "My parents and Gabrielle wonder why you are gone so suddenly. They're wondering what is wrong… and so am I…"told her the red wine-haired man as he didn't get an answer. "Tell me."

The young black-haired woman turned around after calming herself down and wiping her tears. Slowly, she lifted up her gaze to look in the young man's deep violet eyes.

"It's just… your mother and your sister… didn't stop talking about London and… and…" she cut herself as tears were about to run down her cheeks again.

Riven lowered his head to look at the ground. She didn't need to say anything more. He already knew what she was going to say. After all, everyone already knew about this, didn't they? Decided to cheer her up, or at least try to, he raised his head and saw that his friend had her head low too, wiping some tears away.

"Musa…" he said as he grabbed her chin with his right thumb and index fingers to make her look at him, and used his left index finger to wipe her tears away before he continued. "Don't think about it anymore. You have me now. I'm here with you and I'll always be there for you. Everything will be okay."

"What did you say?" asked the young woman, unsure if she heard well, while getting free of his grip on her chin.

"Euh… That everything would be okay… why?" answered the man.

"No. I mean… before this."

"That I was there for you and that I'd always be. Musa, are you listening to me? What's happening to you? You haven't stopped acting weird all the evening." Riven told her, starting to get pissed by her strange attitude, while he crossed his arms against his chest.

Musa's hope that he might still love her raised when he confirmed her what she thought she heard was true. But he was starting to be upset against her, and she didn't want him to. She had to do or say something to calm him down and fast.

"Riven, I'm sorry if I've been strange tonight. It's just… I've been quite often deep in thoughts lately. That's all." She half lied, not wanting to tell him what's really bothering her.

But Riven knew she was lying. He knew what was going on. But he also knew she was trying to unupset him. Like she used to do when they were still a couple, which they weren't anymore because of his half incapacity half clumsiness to express and show his feelings. Musa almost always used to misunderstand each try he made to show or tell her how much he loved her or why he was acting jealous for instance, and every misunderstanding always ended in heated arguments. And tonight, a bit more than five years after, he wanted to show her that he had changed, and arguing with her wasn't the good way. He had to stay calm and relaxed so he could do it right, even if it was hard for him.

Don't mess everything up. Just try to relax and not start an argument again.

"It's okay…" he took her hands in his while she looked up in his eyes, a bit surprised. "I know it's because of Chris and your group, Musa. And it's okay. It is normal that you are sad about it."

The young woman wasn't expecting this from her friend. She thought he would be mad against her for not telling him, like he used to be when they were still dating.

"Riven I…" she started, but was cut off by Riven.

"Don't say anything, just come and open your gift." He let go of her right hand and lead her down the alley.

They both sat on the edge of the street and Musa and Riven both looked upwards at the starry night sky. Both their faces were hit by the light of the moon and the light fresh breeze. After a few seconds, the young man stopped staring at the sky to look at his friend. The moon shining on her already so pale skin made it even paler. And her eyes, they were almost sparkling, not to mention her midnight black hair which looked like it belonged more to the moony night than the sunny day. And her lips. Her light strawberry rosy red glossed lips. They looked so tasty and desirable. They were almost daring him to catch them with his own and keep them prisoner and-

"-ven… Riven!" he heard a feminine voice calling.

"What?" he asked, brought out of his daydream.

The blue-eyed woman turned her head away of her male friend, sitting to her left, to stare at the dark green grass to her right. Her cheeks started to become warmly red, from the fact that she was taught by her family that was she was going to ask for was really rude, and that it was him. Her delicate left hand graciously raised from where it laid on the same-sided thigh and gracely glided over to the hips-length midnight black hair and the thin pianist fingers started twirling and untwirling themselves around it, as a young violet-eyed and red wine-haired man stared at the young woman, memorizing the almost breathtaking sight and waiting for her to continue.

"You said… that you had a gift for me." Musa remembered him instead of waiting for him to give it to her, as she was taught, because she knew Riven could easily and sometimes unwillingly forget things.

"Oh yes, that's true!" he exclaimed remembering, as he had forgotten about it when he was lost of his contemplation of her beauty under the light of the moon.

He searched his jacket's pockets a few seconds to pull out a small rectangle box wrapped in light blue paper with light red dots on it and a red ribbon tied up around it. The man gave it to her and waited to see what her reaction would be.

"Let's see what's inside…" she said as she started to unwrap it.

Once she was done, she had a blue velvet rectangle box in her hands. Next to her, Riven could see Musa's surprised face. She obviously wasn't expecting this. He turned his gaze away as he was starting to worry about his probable-bad-gift choice when, a few seconds later, he heard a gasp. He turned his head to his friend and saw the box was opened.

"Riven…" Musa whispered softly not gazing away from her gift.

It was a beautiful yet elegant heart-shaped crystal pendant on a slim shiny silver chain. She took it with her right hand, since her left was holding the box.

"It's so… so beautiful…" she softly whispered again.

"It was my grandmom's. It was given to her by my grandfather on their wedding day. It passes from mothers to sons to give to the woman they love and choose to be with until the end. And because she didn't have any son, my grandmother gave it to me." Riven softly and calmly explained, while he took the necklace from her hand. "I wanted… to give it to you for your birthday when you turned seventeen." He whispered to her.

When she turned seventeen? But, that was five years ago, not long after she broke up with him! And what Riven said… Did it mean that he still loved her? Because he gave her his family necklace? It didn't make any sense. Why would-

Musa shivered, as the light fresh breeze had blown onto her nape. She looked behind her and saw that Riven had lifted her hair up to put the necklace around her neck.

"Riven…" she whispered as she blushed. "You shouldn't…"

Riven chuckled, finding it kind of funny that Musa was trying to act like she didn't need and didn't want all that "luxury". She thought she didn't need someone to put a necklace around her neck, but deep inside her she loved it and thought of it as being romantic, particularly when Riven was in the picture. Because she loved everything about him.

His spiked up red wine hair because it made him look like a "bad boy", which she preferred to "gentlemen" (who were too nice and "mysteryless" to her) and "just straight guys" (who didn't smoke, didn't take drugs, didn't drink or just once in a while and were "just enough nice"), and because when she could still and used to play with it or pass her hands in it when they kissed, it lasted, or seemed to, longer and she didn't feel that her hands were empty or left with nothing to do. She didn't like boys with short or long hair. Both would have made her hands feel either empty or rushed in their actions, because they were taking care of each hair and in all their length. She preferred mid-length hair. It was just perfect. And its color. It was so rare for hair to be red wine colored. But she could fastly and easily find him in a crowd and it made her feel lucky to have someone with rare hair color in her friends. As he finished putting the necklace, Riven noticed that Musa was staring at him. She didn't seem to notice he was done with her gift, so he took this opportunity to take another look at her from another view. Her hips-length midnight black hair were now lighted by the moon from its back, making it shining even more. He remembered how he so loved to play with her smooth and soft hair that always smelled peach and mango shampoo.

His deep violet eyes gave the feeling he was a mysterious man but that deep inside he was like a teddy bear, which he was to people he chose to be one with. Her deep and so hypnotizing dark blue pools of eyes were almost spelling him every time he looked at them. They put him in a kind of trance, he didn't move anything and wasn't able to speak at all as long as he didn't look away from them, and he loved that. That way he could try to see through her in her eyes.

His muscular arms made her feel safe, that nothing could happen to her when she was with him. Her thin skinny almost bony arms looked so fragile to him, so easy to break in thousands of pieces. They were almost like porcelain or crystal.

His attitude and manners, mainly rude and harsh to others, made her feel lucky and privileged that to her only, the soft and sweet side was shown. Her character had always impressed him. As much as she could be a pain, she could also be as nice and sweet as a butterfly and, unlike him, to everybody.

His deep and husky voice told her everything, whether it was with words or its vibration. It made her feel like a real woman since she was only a year younger and his voice was so mannish. He loved her voice. It captivated all his attention and to his ears, no one else's could be as or more sweet and soft than hers. It felt like it was given to her by some angel or something.

And his lips, from which his mannish voice came out. They were perfectly rosy and smooth and a little bit firm, just what it took. And they looked so appealing and tasty to her own. Her lips, which he was daydreaming about earlier, still looked as strawberry rosy red glossed, tasty and desirable. They were still daring him to catch them. As smooth as always, they looked even more soft and appealing to him.

Her head was telling her not to, just in case he would reject her, but her heart, her so fast beating heart was telling her to. The temptation was there and as much more efforts as she made to listen to her head, it was even more and more difficult to resist the urge she had to kiss his lips. Finally, as she couldn't resist anymore, as the temptation was stronger than everything, she started to move her head closer and closer to his, her lips in the lead. He was trying so hard to calm his beat racing heart but was failing to his displeasure. But at the same time, he was kind of happy, pleased with it. Since the last few days, he had successfully resisted the temptation. But now, he was finding it hard to do so. Especially with those daring lips of hers. They were friends, and he was scared he would ruin it if he kissed her and she didn't love him back. But he finished by letting his lips decide for him.

Finally, their lips found the other's. The kiss was full of tenderness and softness as Musa put her hands on his shoulders and Riven took her face in his hands, and they both had their eyes closed. Musa began to moan, meaning she loved the kiss. Her arms slowly wrapped around his neck while she brought her chest closer to his until they were "glued" together. Riven then slide his hands from her face to her waist and then wrapped his arms around it.

There they were, in the grass in each other's embrace kissing. They, pulled apart years ago, where finally brought together again.


I almost forgotten. I'm sorry if some of you feel offended because of my descriptions of Musa's smell and voice. I got inspired by yours and I didn't mean to offend anyone.

For the hair smell, let me tell you that I got inspired for the smell kind by yours: a fruity one. For the smell, peach and mango, I took it from the new smoothie flavour from Tim Hortons. I don't know if you have some, but if you don't, they sell pastries, lunches, breakfasts, coffees and hot and cold drinks.

As for the voice, I got mostly inspired by Pebby with the description of it being "angelic voice" in "My Sisters and Me". As I didn't want to steal the description, I tried to turn it in another way to say the same thing.

I don't know if I should continue it with following chapters or end it with an epilogue chapter or leave it like that. I would like you to help me, and if you want an epilogue, I would appreciate if you could tell when in their future you would like it to be. When it will be done for, that is when the story will be finished, I will add extra for you.

-xxDragonHeart