Of Summer Nights

Chapter 9

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Starks POV

My eyes could barely open, but even so I could see her slender blood stained body draped uncomfortably in the dip between the two front chairs. I moved one arm that too was stiff with a dry burgundy stain.

There was a faint tap on the window. I sat up and cast a look over my left shoulder, there was a short fat man peering, unsuccessfully into the reinforced windows. Although I could see out of the dark window and across the foggy morning, the man that stood trying to peer into the window couldn't see our two bare bodies laying on the uncomfortable chairs,

"Excuses me, could you roll down one window so I can talk to you?" the old mans voice sounded inpatient.

"Sorry. I had to kip in my car, so I'm a bit indecent." I lied. He humped and ambled off towards his small old fashioned 4X4 and drove off. My eye swept around the car, I spotted the most obvious clues of what happened last night, the blood stained cushions and pile of crumpled clothes. But when I focused on the more hidden clues I was mildly surprised, there were feelings that were too sleepy to be mine, and then there was the riddles of weeping cuts that riddled my legs and arms. I must have spent the night In the mouth of Zoey, while she didn't share, how rude.

I reached out and nudged her with my knuckles like a mock punch. She didn't move much; I sucked in a large breath and let out the loudest, girly scream I could muster. She opened her eyes just as the wind around our bodies began to pick up. I laughed she thought we were under 'attack.' Her eyes looked wild and hostile but when she realised there was no danger they narrowed in to mean slits. I didn't see it happen but suddenly I was pinned to the top of the inside of the car while my toes were swamped in mud that wasn't there. I wriggled them uncomfortably; she laughed and sent me tumbling back on to my make-shift bed-seat.

"What happened last night?" she asked me confused. I looked at her wide eyed; she didn't remember what had happened. Well come too think of it neither did I.

"Uh I guess I got unhappy feelings and stuff from you and came running." I remembered what had happened when I got into the car. "I pulled you onto my lap and you started kissing me, and you can see what happened after." I swept my left hand across the tight space. She looked around and took in a sharp intake of air.

She whipped round and rapped her knuckles around my head. Her head jarred foreword as if she too had been hit. I wondered why until she whispered on word, Imprint I looked at my Queen. I was bound to her in ways that others couldn't be. Though as much as I longed for it, I knew we would never purposefully be bound together by blood. I lifted my hand to run it across the small lump that had formed behind my ear; though Zoey caught my upraised fist and reached for my head tenderly, pressing it gently and rolling over it.

"Do you have a medical degree I don't know about?" I asked in my usual cocky manner. Taking a deep breathe in she pressed harder on the lump making my insides squirm, and unintentionally cry out.

"Stop being so-" she said quietly, she was unsure of what to say so she just stopped in mid sentence. "Cocky?" I offered. She giggled and her pale cheeks turned scarlet; just as she glanced down.

"Oh god. We're both still naked." She turned redder still and let her eye scan around the small car. "Oh I forgot." She murmured something ineligible and the throb in the back of my head eased. I nodded at her then set about looking for my clothes that seemed to have scattered around the Bug during the bust night.

I found some scarlet material that had been ripped into dark strips and had small knots tided into.

"Z, found your t-shirt." I said laughing like it was the most hilarious thing ever. When I turned around she was dressed in everything but her top that was in pieces threaded through my fingers. She looked at me in disbelief; then turned away to laugh though she looked like she wanted to cry.

"That was my favourite top." she whispered, sounding thoroughly upset but still shacking with fits of laugher. "Stop laughing." She snapped. I realised that she was laughing because I was, so I tried unsuccessfully to stifle the amused sounds.

I felt under the chairs and found my checkered button-down shirt which I threw at Zoey; she murmured a thanks and put it on while I searched for my tight jeans and red sneakers. She was huffing though she was grateful inside.

We both had our clothes on and the Bug was slowly chugging along the main road that lead to the old institution building that now held host to the House of Night. Zoey's face stayed stony for the whole drive, each time I caught a sideward's glance at her face I gawfed unattractively. And each time Zoey looked at me quizzically. When the school was in sight her face relaxed, though her chin still had unhappy wrinkles in it.

"Are we gonna tell the Twins?" I asked knowing they'd got back before I flew to Zoey's rescue. She looked at me, chewing her lip.

"I'm going to call Grandma, and tell her first. If Stevie Rae's there then I'll ask to talk to her, we'll talk it through on the phone. If she's not there, I'll assume she ran away with the bird and tell everyone." She sounded spiteful, but her tone closed the subject so I nodded and stayed quiet with the cocky retort I was going to give.

She pulled into the half empty car park, and got out of the car silently. I did the same, though I closed the door deliberately turning from the door slowly. I was surprised to find Zoey behind me her eyes relight with the same fiery passion as the night before; she grabbed my naked shoulders and pulled them to her thrusting her lips on to mine. Though letting go quickly and saying,

"That all your going too get till all this is sorted." I looked at her in disbelief. And just as she was going to turn and walk towards the main reception I grabbed her elbow and tugged her back towards me, "Dont I get to decide?" I asked before worming an arm around her neck and pulling her into a longer more passionate kiss. Her fingers, as were mine, knotted in my hair and her shoulders, which had been hunched since I had got into the car, relaxed properly. When I let go I said, "That it for now." She sighed, giggled and pulled me toward the school that she had to run.

Just before she ran through the door she stopped for less than a second to straighten her borrowed shirt and take my hand more professionally. I smiled, at least she was taking us more seriously, she was smiling at me as she pulled the pair of us through the brown sliding doors. She nodded at the two grumpy receptionists and swung me round the corner pinning me to the wall,

"Well, Professor Stark. You need to be getting a shirt, hadn't you?" I nodded and moved away from the wall towards the other side of the school where the dorms for the guys were, I was imagining what we had done the night before, "Where you going?" she asked when she saw me walking toward the guys rooms, "Didn't I tell you? You get the pleasure now of sharing my Priestess quarters," When I looked at her confused she continued, "I was thinking about it at Grandma's. So I rang up the guys who do all the removals and stuff and they arranged for me to have a bigger bed put in. And put it this way, you won't have to run the full length of the school to save me from people assassinating me." she laughed, shuffled over to where I'd stopped and dragged me down the hall to the stadium sized room she'd been given after the High Council granted her High Priestess-ship.

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Next Chappie spoiler:

"Zoey? Oh Z-"

"Dont be giving me all your apologising crap," Zoey spat. I heard Aphrodite in the background whispering 'Did she actually cuss?' Then, the sound of a cushion hitting something semi-solid. Great they all knew.

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