Chapter13 –Heaven and Hell–

"Adrian?" I managed to gasp after taking five deep drafts of air.

"Happy Birthday," he simply congratulated, smiling the wonderful soft smile that I loved so much.

"You… know?" I stammered.

"Of course I do," he answered. "Today ten years ago we met the first time."

I blushed. "You… still remember?"

He lifted a hand, his cool fingers stroking my cheek as if it was made of thin glass. "I could never forget the day when my eyes met your beautiful jade green ones the first time."

I blushed even stronger and leaned in his palm to cool down the heat. "Thank you." –It sounded like a sigh– "This is the best present I can imagine."

He chuckled. "Well, that's good, I guess, because I couldn't get you anything else. I'm sorry."

I shook my head, snuggling in his cool marble hand. "There's really no reason for you to apologize. I'm so happy that you came… I couldn't make it to the meadow today. You must have been waiting for me. I'm so sorry."

"Now you're apologizing for nothing." He chuckled and then sighed long and heavy. "We are a lost case, aren't we?"

"Hmm…" I just sighed and closed my eyes, focusing on this heavenly touch.

"Actually I wanted to get you a clover-bouquet but there aren't any here," he said, a slight edge of frustration in his velvet voice.

I blinked my eyes open. "Clover? What's that?"

He chuckled again – I had never seen him so carefree and happy before. "See, that's what I mean. You've got everything here but no clover."

"Why are you so obsessed with this clover-thing?" I wondered, raising an eyebrow.

"Because it reminds me on you," he explained with a smile. "You smell like clover."

I blinked in confusion. "I… smell like this clover?"

He nodded yes. "And your eyes" –he pulled a strand of hair back that had fallen in my eyes– "The green of your eyes is beautiful. It looks so natural. Like clover."

I felt blood shoot up in my head again. Had he really just call me "beautiful"? I looked down at my knees ashamed.

"Don't hide your eyes," he ordered softly, lifting my chin with his free hand. "Don't hide your face. You are so…" –he paused, lost at words– "gorgeous," he finally decided but there was still something on his face that showed his discontentment.

My face grew hotter and hotter. I looked down again though it was much harder than before because he was still holding my chin. "I-I'm not…" I objected in a stammer.

"No," he agreed to my surprise. I looked up at him. His pale skin shined in the darkness like snow, his wonderful eyes glowing like liquid gold. If someone was gorgeous here then it was him.

"No," he repeated in a whisper, his voice suddenly hoarse and rough. His perfect face inched nearer towards mine. I forgot how to breathe again. "No… you're not gorgeous. You are much… much more…"

Later I knew that I was still alive. But the moment when his cool lips touched mine I believed that I had died and gone to heaven. His lips were so hard and smooth like ice but also so sweet and delicious like honey. I wished to never stop, to always have him holding me tightly in his arms and kissing me.

"Much, much more," he whispered in the brief moment when we broke apart to gasp for air.

I wrapped my arms around his neck when one of his hands combed through my hair while the other traveled alongside my back down to my waist, my hip. He moaned when I brushed his refreshing cool lips with the tip of my tongue. It was amazing how I affected him and I decided that I liked it.

He pulled back and I used the opportunity to fill my lungs with oxygen. But instead of take a breath himself, his lips wandered down to kiss a trace from the little sensitive part of skin at my ear down to my neck where he hit on the frills collar of my night grown.

He growled frustrated and with one fluent movement the upper buttons of my night grown were open. I shuddered with pleasure when I felt his ice-cold hands on my overheated skin without the nasty barrier of fabric. He covered the new exposed skin with thousands of kisses, the places where his lips had been burned with desire. Without me order them to, my hands started to work on the buttons of his shirt, opening one by one and soon the bothersome piece of fabric fell on the floor with a dull sound. I sighed at how perfect his body was built. I laid my forehead against his cool marble chest while my eyes followed my fingers which seemed to have developed an independent will themselves, drawing random lines on his pale while skin.

A little part in me –the responsible part– reminded me on what Mom and Granny had taught me; that marriage came before this; that only undignified women did this; that her virginity was the most precious property a girl had.

But I didn't listen to this tiny part of mine. I didn't care whether this was right or wrong. –It felt right.

He cupped my cheeks with his beautiful hands, pulling me back to his lips. Carefully he laid me on my bed, his sweet lips never leaving mine. With a groan, that showed nothing but endless passion, and a fast fluent motion, my white night grown landed on the floor. His golden eyes were dark with desire, scanning me from head to feet –examining every single strand of hair intensely–, which gave me the feeling that I was naked although I was still safely covered by a white undergarment.

"Much, much more," he repeated with a soft smile that made my heart melt.

I didn't know where the sudden courage came from but the urge to say it was so great that I couldn't possibly hold it any longer or I would explode. "I love you," I heard myself whisper into the silence.

His eyes widened slightly with surprise but then he smiled, raying warmth and adoration. "I love you, too," he whispered back, his velvet voice filled with honesty and emotions. I felt my heart make a backflip. "My shooting star…"

Shooting star? I wanted to ask but he let me forget the question very quickly when he pressed his lips against mine again. I sighed in pleasure when his cool hand wandered from my hip up to my chest and then along side my arm where it hold my wrist, so I couldn't escape – as if I ever wanted to escape.

My gasps filled the silence when his lips left mine to taste my neck, my shoulders, my chest… I squeaked quietly when I felt his ice-cold tongue on my collarbone.

I'm dead… I must have died and landed in heaven… This can only be heaven……

He pressed his chest against mine but still taking care to not put his entire weight on me. My free hand stroked his muscular chest down to his abs and rested on his hand which was holding my waist.

What is he still waiting for? I want more… more……

My hip arched up toward him. But he pressed me down with his hand at my wrist again, the other holding my waist. I groaned frustrated with he countered with a deep husky chuckle.

"Adrian," I begged, trying to move upwards again.

But he just silenced me with an indescribable passionate kiss. The grip at my wrists tightened again. His lips went on journey again – they were everywhere! I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck but he stopped me by gripping my wrist harder… and harder…

"Aw!" It just had been a very quiet sound which was almost completely covered by our gasps, but –sensitive as his ears were– he heard it.

A slight breeze arose, making my hair dance a little around my face, and he was gone.

"Adrian?" I called carefully and tried to get up by leaning on my right arm. "Ouch." A sudden sharp pain cut through my arm and I fell back on my bed. Carefully I moved my hand. The pain came immediately. I groaned. My wrist was broken.

"Don't move." I sighed in relief when I heard his wonderful velvet voice and then seeing him leaning down towards me. He had put his shirt on again, all buttons back in their holes again. He took my hand in his carefully, his cold skin was better than ice.

Maybe I had a very short memory or the pain of healing was really stronger this time. My breath accelerated and my heart hammered hard against my chest. I screamed.

"Shh… Relax, Chloe," he whispered calmingly. "It will be over soon."

I suppressed another cry and prayed that Mom and Granny were still fast asleep. The pain increased with each second and wouldn't cease. "Make it stop," I whimpered. "Please… make it stop…"

"It will," he promised. I felt his breath washing over my arm – he had laid his forehead against my vein. "I'm so sorry, Chloe. It will stop… I promise… just hold on a little…"

I drowned the scream that was about to escape through my clenched teeth with my good hand. Tears started to stream down my cheeks. This injury was worse than the last time.

The seconds ticked by – each one felt like a little eternity. Adrian whispered reassurances and apologies to me again and again like a gramophone record that had a crake. My whimpers and choked screams sounded like background music.

What had happened? How have I suddenly landed in hell? I want to go back! I want to fly back to heaven!

Slowly the pain ebbed away, only leaving a rhythmic pulsation back which too finally faded away…

"Does it still hurt?" Adrian asked; his tone concerned but also somehow distant.

I stretched my fingers and then, when it didn't hurt, I lifted my arm and moved the hand. Nothing – the pain was completely gone, again.

I shook my head no. "Thank you."

He made a sneering sound which caused me to look up. He was sitting on my bed but now it was the furthest place from me. His face was in his hands so I couldn't see his eyes. "Thank you," he echoed tauntingly. "I broke her hand and she says 'Thank you'."

I got up and when he didn't react I moved closer toward him. "But you healed it," I interjected.

"And hurt you even more," he countered, his face still buried in his palms.

"But you healed it," I repeated firmly.

He winced when I touched his shoulder. I gasped. His skin seemed even paler than usual. Dark shadows laid under his eyes which were now more like a pair of onyx than like topaz. His lips here pressed to a hard line, his jaw solid like granite.

"I have hurt you," he said, slowly, emphasizing each single word so I would get it. "I have broken your wrist. You have screamed in pain. You have cried."

"But you healed it," I insisted. It sounded very weak in comparison to his arguments. I had to think of something else to stop him from blaming himself – quick.

His eyes narrowed and grew darker again, but the last part just might have been my imagination. "Stop it," he commanded. "Don't even think about playing everything down." –I swallowed– "It was my fault. –Mine, and no one else's."

"Don't be so egoistic," I joked and giggled, but it sounded hysterical even in my own ears.

Okay, this was definitely not my imagination – his eyes had darkened. I bit my lip, my body started to shake but it wasn't because of the cold. Yeah, he was right – not funny.

He stared at me for a long moment. I stared back, not able to look away, he had captured me with his eyes. I exhaled the breath I had held when his eyes finally released me. –The storm was over.

"I shouldn't have come."

I froze. –The storm was over, but only to clean the place for a hurricane.

"I never should have come," he muttered. He closed his eyes and swallowed. "Never…"

What did he mean by "never"? That he had came tonight? –No, it wasn't just that. "Never" sounded like more. As if he regretted to have ever met me…

"No," I breathed. "Don't…"

He didn't respond.

I shook my head fiercely. "No… you can't… don't…"

He kept frozen like the most perfect sculpture of the entire universe.

I erased the last distance between us, wrapping my arms around his torso, pressing my face against his ice-cold and marble-hard chest. He winced. "No! You mustn't go. You promised – you promised to not leave."

"Did I?" he wondered.

"Yes!" I insisted, though I couldn't remember whether it was true on not. "You have to keep your promise. You have to stay."

"Chloe-"

"No!" I cut him off firmly. "You stay."

He sighed in defeat. "Fine," he surrendered. "But this doesn't change the fact that I'm a heartless monster."

"You're not!"

He ignored it. "Would you put your night grown on, please?" He nudged my back through the soft fabric. "This will make it easier for both of us."

I suddenly remembered that I was just wearing a thin undergarment. I blushed. "Sure." I slipped in the safe white night grown quickly. I caught him staring out of the window when I had finished. I snuggled back up to his chest. "Don't even think about sneaking out," I warned him in a threatening tone.

He sighed. "Yes, Ma'am."

o.....m.........g................... O.O -what happened to me??!! ME - the little innocent girl?? XDD

well, but I'm happy with this chap ^^ it was difficult to write (without self-experience XDD) now you know what I dream about at night XDD

-just kidding - but it WAS difficult to write 'cause it was all describtion - no dialogues! (dialogues are always easier to write than plain, boring descirbtions ;)) so I'm really surprised that I had finished it in only one day!! O.O (sth. is definitely wrong with me! XDD)

I hope you liked this chap! ^^

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-Mulan-