Eternally together
Chapter 20- I heart you
Robert's POV
I heard the door slam shut. My heart skipped more then a few beats and then raced itself nearly out of my chest. I wish I couldn't hear as well as I could. Even being upstairs in a room with the door closed I could still hear her graceful steps on the carpet.
"Robert" Harmony called in a quiet voice. "I need to talk. I'll be in the meadow, and don't take your sweet time" She ordered as I herd the door swing shut. This was the moment. Edward placed a hand on my shoulder. No colours flashed.
"You'll see, it will be better then your greatest dreams" He said with a sigh. I stood to face the door. "Take the window, she isn't going to wait long, she is going nuts herself" he said with a smirk. I slid open the window and jumped and bolted for the meadow. Was I too late, or was this a trick of Edwards to get me to get off my arse? I could hear him laughing already. I continued to race to the meadow. She was on the floor on her back. I rested beside her. She sat up, so I did too. She looked into my eyes.
"Robbie" she whispered. "You came" she smiled. We sat crossing our legs facing each other.
"Yes" I said with a stunned look. Of course I came. I wouldn't stand her up for the world. Her little hands were quivering. She looked so scared. Had I done this to her? I instinctively reached out for her hands and wrapped them in a little ball, encasing her cold hands with my own. I waited for her to cringe.
"That feels so good" she whispered shutting her eyes.
"To me too" I said stunned, wide eyed. She never did anything intimate like this. Maybe Edward was right. It felt wrong to stare at her beauty while she was so vulnerable, with her eyes shut, yet it also felt inviting. I looked over her, I wanted to memorize everything. She was wearing a red v-neck top with lace around the edges, and black jeans. She had no makeup on- not that she needed it and her hair was blowing gently as the wind caressing her face and hair. All too soon she opened her eyes. The burgundy eyes bore into me.
"Why can't you stop changing colour when I touch you?" she demanded, not asked. Shit. This was something I didn't have the guts to say. She did go out of her comfort zone, she let me hold her hands and she was fine with closing her eyes near me. She even said that my touch felt good. My touch.
"Please" she begged. "I need to know"
"I can control the way I colour, but when I am happy, I don't even think about it. I can't even stop it, until I've calmed down." I tried to explain, still having an escape route, I didn't want to be rejected by her, I just couldn't take that. I couldn't tell her, 'I colour uncontrollably when my true love touches me'.
"Your heart is pretty slow" she stated and moved her hands so she could see my palms that were still racing with colours. "Are you not calm?" she questioned her eye brows raised. My heart rate began to increase slightly, but no doubt she noticed.
"Yes, but I am also happy" I said, which I was, just because she was there. But I was also feeling dread. I wish Jasper was here to calm me. No, I couldn't stand anyone watching me be rejected.
"Alright" she stopped and pulled her hands from mine. The absence of her touch stung my hands and left me feeling empty. She was watching the floor, her lips tight in a frown, her forehead wrinkled. "Fine" She said. Her eyes were darting side to side and her heart did a double thump. A smirk climbed across her face. "Tell me" She demanded.
"Tell you what?" What had Alice told her?
"What do I have to do to make you tell me?" What was she on about? Does she know how I feel? I wish Alice was here so I could ask her what they spoke about.
"C'mon, what do I have to do? I'll stop wearing red!" she threatened, she was smiling an uneasy smile and her brows were slightly raised, as if she was encouraging me. My own face contorted, brows low, and my mouth shifted to one side. What was she on about?
"I really prefer you didn't stop wearing red, it looks so beautiful on you" I stated with a serious disapproving expression. I couldn't call her beautiful. Somehow if I was complimenting the colour it still left me with an escape. She grinned wider, to one side.
"What if I do this?" she asked as she placed her hands on mine. Her brows were raised in the centre, as if she was asking for permission. My eyes squinted. Was she flirting?
"Getting warmer," I said. It was true, she was getting warmer, I was getting colder. But I wouldn't part from her touch if I was dyeing of hypothermia- not that I could.
"How about if I do this?" she asked racing her touch up my arms, her finger tips dancing along my skin, just as the colours beneath it dancing in unison.
"Warmer…" I murmured contented. Her touch made me go wild. I couldn't lift my eyes; I had to absorb her touch right through my skin, right down to my bones.
"How about this?" she asked. I could sense her finger tips now shaking going up the sides of my neck. Tracing my jaw, my collar bone, and my ears.
"Hmmmm" I purred. My heart raced, and hers thumped back in response. I smiled. "That feels so good. You have no idea."
"How about this?" she said with a smile, her harmonious voice quivering, as she skipped her fingers through my hair. If I were a dog both my legs would be kicking.
"You're driving me crazy!" I moaned. She let out a little laugh. Her finger tips left my hair and began tracing my eyes lids. I didn't dare open my eyes in case this was all a dream, a beautiful, terrific, perfect dream. I never wanted this moment to end. I could feel the coolness of her fingers trace lines down my nose, around my eyes, and lastly to my lips. My lips parted at her touch and I let out a sigh. I had no idea what the colours on my skin looked like, there was no control any more. Her skin moving against mine buried a cool trail which burnt at the absence of her touch. Her hands left my face. It was all over. I opened my eyes.
I was shocked that all I could see were her burgundy eyes, inches from mine, gazing deeply, longingly at me. I gasped. Could she be more beautiful up close? It hurt. How could she ever want me? I was undeserving of her perfection. She seemed to change her expression, her eyes dropped, she slowly moved away. No, don't go. I had to do something, or else this would end, my dream would be nothing more but that, just a dream.
"Look" I demanded searching her face, her eyes slowly left the floor, she stopped moving away. Her eyes lifted to my face and there upon my forehead I said what my heart sung, and what my mouth would not. 'I heart you'. I looked at her sorrowfully; no doubt my expression was scornfully contorted in a mix of emotions and pain, cringing, expecting rejection. I hoped she would laugh it off as a joke, and not start babbling and apologizing for not feeling the same way. I couldn't take that rejection. If she thought it was all a joke, it would be easier. It was like I never really truly asked. So it wasn't real rejection.
I felt a forceful thump from my back and my front. I blinked. She was all over me! Her lips around mine, moving in eagerness. She crushed my body against the floor, her legs tangled around mine, her breath, so sweet, so delicious; I never knew a scent to be so engaging. Her hands exploring my hair, my back, my arms. Could this really be happening? I moaned in pain, she was crushing me. She pulled off me. Thump.
"Sorry" She said looking side to side confused.
"No, don't stop, you were just, crushing me" my eyebrows were raised in embarrassment and encouragement as I tried to hide my goofy expression. She started laughing.
"What?" I asked suddenly ashamed.
"Your face!" She pointed at me laughing. "It's got love hearts all over it!" she stated, lowering her voice a bit. Her smile wiped off. "Shall we try that again?" she cocked an eyebrow.
"You bet"
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