Jesse looked over at Brennan. "Cat's got your tongue?"
"Mm?" Brennan looked up.
"You've been quiet the entire morning," Shalimar told him.
Emma turned her gaze over to him, expecting Brennan to look back at her. But that's not what he did.
"I was thinking," he responded.
"Anything which doesn't include sex?" Shalimar smiled.
Brennan looked at her. "Nah, I'm giving it a break today." He took his last bite and then got up.
Emma watched his face. It didn't give out any signs of abnormality. And inside, he was calm. I guess I was right about last night, Emma thought.
"Going out later?" Jesse asked.
"Not tonight. Don't really feel like it," Brennan said and then exited the kitchen.
"Women?" Jesse looked at Shalimar.
Shalimar glanced at the exit and back at Jesse. "Definitely," she agreed, and both smiled.
Jesse then noticed Emma's plate. "Are you gonna eat that?" he asked her.
Emma's face turned to his. "What?" She looked at the plate. "Ah." She smiled. "No, you can have it." Then saw him take what was left of her food. "You seem hungry this morning, Jesse," Emma said.
"Not just this morning." Shalimar tapped Jesse's back. "He's like this often. Aren't ya?"
Emma leaned a little forward, resting on her elbows. "Something like, Bren," she said.
Shalimar laughed. "Yeah, you sometimes wonder where all this food goes, after they've been eating like um.what would you say the nice word is?"
"Pigs?" Emma said and both girls giggled.
"Yes. Look at them! It doesn't show at all!" Shalimar glanced at Jesse.
"Must be all the fighting they do," Emma suggested.
"Either that or..." Jesse filled in and smiled coyly.
"You're such a pervert!" Emma hit him on the arm and then looked at Shalimar.
"Men! What else can you expect from them?" Shalimar shrugged.
"Oh and like you're more innocent than us." Jesse shook his head.
"We are," Shalimar told him.
"Such liars." Jesse looked at them. "I bet you're worse than us!"
"Oh, Jesse, please. Don't place such accusations on us like that." Shalimar acted hurt.
"Oh come on. As I've heard, 87 of the conversation between women is about men's private parts," Jesse said.
"It's not true! And Shal and I can confirm that. Right, Shal?" Emma looked over to her friend.
"Deffinetly," Shalimar agreed.
"You don't seem to know us well then." Emma smiled.
"I think you might be surprised. Even dirty jokes like that seem funnier to you than the ones with other subjects." Jesse leaned back.
"That sounds more like you're describing men, Jesse, not women." Emma lifted an eye brow.
"I can bet, he's dreaming of a threesome right now in his head." Shalimar said, tapping her finger on the table.
"Nah, that's more Brennan's thing." Emma waved towards her.
"Hmm, think you're right." Shalimar nodded.
"There, you see? This is what I'm talking about. Now why didn't I mention the threesome instead of you?" Jesse noted.
"Perrrrrhaps because our intuition told us that you would've, if we didn't?" Shalimar looked at him.
"You girls. No matter how hard you try, you will never convince me that you're more innocent in that field." Jesse shook his head and then got up. "Now I think I'll go and do the same smart thing that Brennan just did."
"Not think about sex for a day?" Shalimar said.
"Or is that too difficult for you as well?" Emma joked.
Giving a funny look, he then turned around. "Goodbye ladies." Jesse quickly exited the kitchen.
When they stopped laughing, Emma tapped her hand on the table for a while.
"What are you gonna do tonight? Feel like going out?" Shalimar asked her.
"No, I can use a couple of days away from the masses." Emma said.
"Too much pressure?"
"Yeah, I'll have an avalanche in my mind if I took a step out of Sanctuary, like a club."
"Okay. Times like that, I'm happy that I'm a feral." Shalimar took her glass.
"You should feel lucky." Emma smiled. "And 'sweet' of Brennan for taking a break tonight. He probably doesn't want to put me through the same 'urgh' process over again," she joked.
"Um, he doesn't know." Shalimar put the glass back on the table.
"Doesn't know what?"
"That you saved his life."
Emma's eyes widened slightly. "You didn't tell him?" And saw Shalimar shook her head. "Why?" she asked quietly.
"Well, you know how he is, how protective especially he's of you. It wouldn't have done him good if he knew what you did and go and continually blame himself. There were quite a few moments when the possibility of your survival was not good," Shalimar replied. "That and also how you mentioned that night when you were crying in the hallway, how if you did save him that you wished it was better he didn't know?"
"Oh, yes." Emma looked away. "But I didn't think that I would go and do.what I did. I thought he knew." Emma sighed. That's what I felt from him anyway, she thought.
"Now when you got better, we thought you would mention it to him yourself," Shalimar said and saw Emma's eyes quickly turn to her.
"Maybe.actually it doesn't matter. He doesn't have to know," Emma refused.
"But you just saved his-"
"He doesn't have to know." Emma cut her off.
"Okay." Shalimar looked strangely at Emma. She seemed a bit frightened but calm.
"It's not important what I did, it's only important that he's alright." Emma said and got a slow nod from Shalimar.
There was a short silence.
"What does he think happened?" Emma then asked her.
"That the.um disease went away on its own," Shalimar answered her.
"Okay."
"And that you were um in that state because, ok this was a pathetic answer but it was the easiest to give.because the girl found you and did something similar to you as well, after you called us."
"Under those circumstances." Emma's voice got even quieter. "Thanks."
Shalimar smiled. "Good thing you're both ok now."
Emma gave out a less sincere smile. "Yeah." She agreed.
As he was passing by the fountain, Brennan stopped and turned his gaze towards the window. The gentle sun rays which fell through the glass, felt good on his skin. Warm. What's happening here? he thought and placed his hands in his pockets. "Was it so wrong of me that I kissed her?" A strange warm wave went down his spine as he mentioned this in his head. Brennan closed his eyes. He did like her taste, how soft and sweet her lips were. But most of all he enjoyed the small stream of emotions which was flowing into him from Emma's mind.
Sighing quietly he then opened his eyes and looked down. Maybe she's right, he then thought, maybe it is a result of what we went through this past week. I don't even know what's happening yet. Everything was mixed up in there, in his mind. Brennan shook his head. Let it go, Bren," he spoke inside. It's only been a day; you could be making a big deal out of nothing. And continued walking.
The next day, Emma sat on the small platform, closing her eyes as she decided to do some mediation. She was trying to concentrate when something had suddenly alerted her senses. She couldn't hear his footsteps but she could sense that he was passing near by and that he had looked at her. Emma didn't open her eyes to look back at him, she suddenly felt afraid for some reason. He had stopped, she sensed. He was watching her, she sensed. To this Emma swallowed. "Please," her mind spoke. "Please leave," She begged inside. If he could only read those words, she hoped, and not sense her fear. But this man knew her, for her misfortune better than anyone somehow. And it was that knowledge that had opened a small door into her subconscious, allowing him to receive the emotions she dared not show, not wanting anyone to see. Whether mystical or not, their bond had strengthened, deepened over the past few months and none of them had been aware of it. Emma had become more open without her knowing, more fragile in his presence. That's why she was more sensitive when it came to Brennan. Now she had become more protective of her friend. This wasn't good.it was strange and unexpected and yet, that small organ inside her body encouraged her that it was something pleasant after all. But those words made her afraid as she didn't want to hear more of it.
Her heart beats became a bit faster as Emma was still waiting for him to leave. His presence was making her nervous. "Leave," her mind said again and she then felt him going further away from her. When she sensed that she was left alone, Emma opened her eyes and saw no one. Entwining her legs, Emma brought them closer to her chest as she put her chin on her knees and glanced at the water. She was too far away to see her reflection, not that she wanted to, her mind didn't want to perceive the face which her eyes would see. So much for meditating.
Why was she getting like this? Yesterday he seemed so calm. Maybe that exercise did help him. Emma touched her lips. She remembered the kiss and then quickly removed her hand, sitting down on her legs. "This is ridiculous!" Emma exhaled annoyingly and returned to her previous position to try and this time succeed at having a good meditating session. She was not going to let silly thoughts like this distract her from one of her favorite activities.
Emma breathed in deeply and started concentrating.
Sitting down on the table, Brennan opened his book and started reading it. It was the book that Emma had asked him to return it to her. But he wasn't even nearly done to finishing it. She had forgotten to ask him again for it, so he figured it would be best if he returned it to her before she would start nagging him about it like before. Sure was funny when she almost fell like that, Brennan thought on that time when Emma lost her balance while standing on his back and it made him give out a quiet laughter. Continuing with his reading, after turning the page, his hand made a small bolt that he kept playing with. A little practice, he said to himself.
After a while."Hey, Brennan, have you seen Emma?" Jesse asked him.
Brennan looked up at him. "Erm, she's off doing some meditation," he then told Jesse.
"Ah thanks." Jesse smiled and looked at the book in Brennan's hands. "Is that Emma's?" He asked, recognizing the covers.
This time Brennan didn't look at him but smiled at Jesse instead. "Yes it is, and you're dead if you mention to her that I still haven't finished it."
"Sure, Brennan. No need for threats." Jesse kept smiling and went to find Emma.
Brennan glanced at Jesse. His mind drifted away from the contents of the book to the sight of Emma while she was meditating, or trying at least. He did sense her nervousness. She looked beautiful still, he said to himself. A sigh left his lips. "How did you manage that, Em? How did you become such a Guardian Angel to me?" This question to himself took him by surprise. "Guardian An-...where did that come from?" Letting go of the book, Brennan dropped his head in his hands. "You need to get out of here tonight, Brennan." He thought. "Your mind's starting to talk nonsense!"
Emma stepped in the shower, turning the water on. As she let the warm drops slide down on her body, she moved on to wash her hair. After she had finished with that, Emma removed her head from the shower, opening her eyes. Looking at the steam, how it rose from the falling water and almost magic like clouded the glass door and mirror, her hands traveled from her head to her neck and for a brief moment, covering her chest. Emma's diamonds then dropped down on the floor as she sighed. A thought appeared in her mind as she watched the drops fall so quickly on that floor and her feet before going towards the small circle shaped drain. She started wondering what would have happened if Brennan didn't continue to look at her in the shower on that day in the hotel room.
What if somehow, he approached the booth, opened the door and went in there with her. How would that be like? What would it feel like? Her thoughts started going deeper as she tried to imagine how his touch would feel on her bare skin like this. On places which she never felt his hands. Leaning with her back on the tiled wall, Emma closed her eyes and sighed deeply. She let her mind explore that. The water falling on them, how their eyes moved to each other, on every inch of their bodies, the gentle touch...everything felt so good.
"Mmm," she let out a pleasant sound.
But then opened her eyes quickly. "Ah." Her eyes traveled around the limited space surrounding her. Now she started getting thoughts like this about Brennan? Pushing herself off the wall, she felt slightly annoyed. "God, Emma! What's wrong with you!" And placed her head under the shower again with hopes that the warm water could somehow wash away those thoughts.that small unexpected fantasy, no matter how pleasant it could've felt. How pleasant it did feel.
When she was done, Emma stepped out of the bathroom and was taken by a small surprise when she found a book on her bed. It was the one which Brennan was supposed to return, but she had almost forgotten about it. Approaching the bed, Emma took the book in her hands. Brennan must've left it while she was in the shower. How did she not sense that? Perhaps it had been during that embarrassing thought she had about him which prevented her from sensing his short presence. "Oh God, that was so sick." Emma shook her head; she didn't want to admit that she could have had a short fantasy even for a moment about her friend.
Opening the book she wanted to check if maybe some pages were missing. Oh she knew that Brennan was always careful with his books, but still... Smiling, Emma afterwards went over to her wooden shelves to place the book there. This had been the fifth day since she awoke from her sleep. And ever since that night, Brennan and her didn't talk much to one another, they would only exchange some looks and on a rare occasion a smile. What did bother her however was the sudden feeling she would experience once her senses would catch his presence and especially as her eyes would look at him. It felt warm and strange, even ticklish at times. And she would then hear tiny whispers from her heart. she wished it would just shut up. It's still nothing, Emma told herself. "I can't be getting some stupid feeling about him. I just can't! He's only a dear friend, that's all."
Putting her hands together, Emma touched her nose with her fingers. But he was something more; he had turned into something more long ago, from their first days in Sanctuary.whether she was aware of it or not, Brennan owned a small part of her. Even he didn't know it, but it was the truth. And now this situation which captured these two young souls was slowly tightening the net around them.
Something was happening with Emma and Brennan now.
Leaning against the wall, Brennan watched the people in the club. He needed to get away from Sanctuary. Be in a place where no one knew him. Be somewhere where Emma wasn't. He was wrong to think Emma could be right. It wasn't nothing, it was something. Something was happening. How there was an uneasy silence between them lately and how they would only throw away some innocent, fake comments at one another, just so the others wouldn't think something strange of them.
What bothered Brennan now the most was the same strange feeling he would receive as Emma did, once his brown eyes would notice her. And yesterday when her hand accidentally brushed against his, how he felt a sudden rush. He wasn't very pleased about this as he didn't quite understand it yet. And he hoped, he desperately hoped it didn't mean that he was really seeing something more in her.even if he could read her more easily than the others. And even he too heard a strange whisper from his heart but he ignored it. The heart speaking to you? What bullshit! Brennan thought.
Then a young woman approached him. "Hi." She smiled at him.
Turning to her, Brennan smiled back. She was good looking. No.she was great looking. "Hmm, why not." He told himself. "Hi there." And observed her face. "Are you alone?"
The woman laughed. "Of course." She confirmed and got closer to him.
Brown eyes, Brennan thought. She would look prettier with blue...and her hair, why isn't it red? Why is-?
"Err...are you okay?" the woman asked him, noticing Brennan's lost look.
"I-I am. Yes, I just got lost with my thoughts there. Sorry," he replied. "You're really nice-looking."
"Oh." She quickly looked down. "Thanks. Wanna dance?" She then offered.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Mona." She told him.
"Great, I'm Brennan." He smiled. "Let's go then."
The number of chapters will probably depend on you. If you would like this story to be longer or shorter. It's up to you, really :0)