Lily's POV
He was right there. Those lucious full lips only inches from mine. My blood was on fire. My heart had forgotten how to keep rhythm. My breathing was erratic. His lips were right there, waiting for me to claim them. I closed my eyes, joyfully expecting what was about to happen. The next thing that I felt were his hands abruptly leaving my waist. I opened my eyes and watched him walk away from me...to his organ. My heart fell. I had wanted to kiss him so badly, and he threw it in my face. I had never met someone whom I actually wanted to kiss, let alone let them kiss me back. I had never had the choice before with my master...I never had the choice. But now that I do, I almost wish that I didn't, almost.
The rejection was heart breaking. I watched him just sit cooly down on his bench and look through his music about to play. He acted as if nothing had happend, like he didn't even notice my existance. I was so irritated with him. I started storming back to my room, on the way I grabbed a handful of conductor's batons out of a vase and threw one at the wall, hoping it shattered. I hoped he heard it too. I wanted him to realize how angry I was at him. I slammed the door when I got to my room.
I thought he might have heard it because his music had suddenly stopped not too long after I had thrown the wretched thing. I had the rest of them still in my hands. There were 4 left from the pile I had grabbed. I am sure he has plenty more somewhere else. I needed to take my frustration out on something so I picked one out of the pile and broke it in half. Then I proceded with snapping those two pieces in half, and so on and so forth, until they were two small for me to get both of my hands on to break them anymore. I couldn't grip them well enough anymore because of their size, they just pressed into my fingers. I plucked another out of the pile and was about to repeat. The snapping sounds they made were actually very relieving. I had gripped both sides with my fingers was bending it to its peak of limberness ready for the sharp snap, when the door to my room flew open. I hurried and picked up the other two sticks along with my current one, trying to disguise what I was trying to do, and already had done to two. He just stared down at me.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it is impolite to ruin other people's possessions?" he asked me, with a pointed look. Staring straight at me. It felt like he could see all the way to my soul.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it is impolite to enter a woman's room without knocking?" I retorted.
"For a woman you are quite improper. Look at you. You are sitting on the ground. You know you can't get up from down there."
"Maybe I don't want to get up. Maybe I want to stay down here forever." I had meant on the floor, but from the look in his eyes I think he thought I meant underground with him. His eyes flickered with sudden ecstasy and then suddenly were very guarded, like he didn't trust me.
"Well, whatever you feel like doing is your business, but I am sure you would much rather sit out here on the couch, since you refuse on using the furniture provided in your room."
"Alright then. Maybe I would."
He walked into my room and lifted me from my spot on the floor. His arms around my waist again. The fire reappearing there. I couldn't breathe again. His face was so close. I wanted to pass out from lack of oxygen. I closed me eyes again, certain it would happen this time. I waited...and then heard his footsteps walk out of my room. THAT MAN INFURIATED ME TO NO END! He had rejected me again, and I did not like it one bit. I walked out of my room and saw him walking down the hall. I stood there, at a loss of what to do. I suddenly acted very rashly and yelled "FINE!" at him and then picked a baton from my hand and threw it at him, where it hit him square on the back of the head. Oh dear lord, what have I done? He stopped walking and stood up very straight with his shoulders back. He turned around to face me and there was a fire in his eye. I had angered him beyond any reasonable measure. I saw that look, I remembered that look, in the eyes of my master when I had displeased him. I turned and started to run. I had not even ran two steps before he caught up to me and shoved me against the stone walls, so that I was looking straight into his eyes. I was pinned between his arms, both of his hands pushing my shoulders into the rough stone wall.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THE MEANING OF THAT?!" He demanded from me.
I couldn't take it anymore! I reached up, grabbed his face with both of my hands and pulled him into a kiss. His lips were so warm, so completely contradicting the temperature of his underground home. They were soft too, like silk upon my dry chapped lips. I tried to enjoy the moment, I was in pure bliss. However, he was not. He was completely stiff and unmoving underneath my hands and lips. I stopped immediately hoping I had not made him uncomfortable. He stared at me for a moment and then quickly pulled my hands from either side of his face, making sure my left hand did not take his mask with it. I was completely unsure of whether or not he had enjoyed my kiss at all. He just stood there, staring at me. I just stood there too, unsure of what to do next. We were staring...just staring at each other, neither one moving a muscle. After what felt like years, he turned and went to his room. My eyes followed him, but I still had yet to move.
OK!! THERE IT IS!! The next chapter!! I hope you enjoyed it! Why dont you send me a review to let me know? I REALLY REALLY NEED YOU TO let me know if the switching of the POVs bothers you. I really love being able to see into both of their head, but someone told me it confuses readers when you do that. So let me know what your opinion is so I can decide whether or not to switch it more or less. PLEASE REVIEW, IM TELLING YOU IT MAKES ME UPDATE FASTER :) Alright, I'm tired now...again. I'll post this now, and go to bed. GOOD NIGHT!!