Chapter 25
The conversation on the way back got pretty tough. And longish. And exhausting. In short version, that's how it went:
Scott: You mean tomorrow? He's going for the hospital in less than 24 hours?
Me: Yes. That's what I said. Twice, actually.
Isaac: But why would he go for the hospital?
Me: Obvious, isn't it? A lot of people there who are weakened and hurt. Oh, and Melissa. He wants to hurt me, remember?
Stiles: Not only Melissa…
Me: What are you talking about?
Stiles: My Dad and Parrish will be there, too. A prisoner needs surgery and they have to be present 24/7.
Me: Great. This is just great. It's gonna be a feast for him.
Isaac: What are we gonna do about it?
Scott: Well…we need to stop him somehow. At least now we know what he's up to. We just need a…plan.
*General groaning*
Stiles: I am really getting tired of our genius plans!
Scott: I know…but if we all stick together, we can end this tomorrow.
Isaac: Yeah, but does anyone really know how to stop this guy?
Me: We will find a way. Tomorrow. Right now I am full with wine and Gin tonic and all I want is my bed.
*Mumbling of agreement*
Now we are back at home and the first thing I am doing is walking into my room to get rid of this stupid dress that really starts to tweak. As I close the door behind me I take a deep breath. Too much going on in the last few days. Too much to deal with. And there I just wanted a calm and normal life. So much for that.
I rub my tired eyes before I zip the dress open with clumsy fingers to throw it on the bed and replace it with my favourite sweatpants and top. Now I feel a lot more like myself again. The only things missing are a good TV-show and chocolate, but as I take a look at the watch I realize that it's definitely too late for that.
Nevertheless, I am definitely too pumped to go to sleep already and therefore nearly relieved as someone knocks on my door.
"Come in!", I bid and am not really surprised that it's Isaac who does. Who else? What does astound me is the afflicted expression on his face as he closes the door and turns to me.
"What's wrong?", I ask him immediately, trying not to be too concerned.
He sighs. "You can't do this to me"
"What are you talking about?" I frown at him in confusion.
Isaac doesn't answer immediately. Instead he rubs his eyes, then scratches his neck and keeps quiet for a moment, probably to gather his thoughts. Then it spills out of him: "You can't do this to me. You can't just get yourself into those dangerous situations, though I know very well that you can protect yourself. And you can't just take on such dresses and look so sexy and incredible and be so smart while you go for a flirt. Which I am not allowed to."
I really struggle to get what he tries to say. "Why are you not allowed to flirt?"
"With you. Because you said so. After the dance."
Oh, right. That. We still haven't talked about that and I just wanted to forget it so badly that I totally ignored the fact that I have to apologize.
"Ehm, yeah. I might have overreacted a tiny little bit after the dance. Sometimes I become all selfish and forget that others also have to carry their little burdens. I'm sorry for that."
He finally stops the scratching and blinks at me. "So…we are fine, then?"
"Yes, we are. And if you think that it's so unfair, I can take on the dress again. Though I really don't want to because it's not very comfortable", I suggest with a little smile.
His whole beautiful face lightens up at once and he comes a step closer, shaking his head. "You don't have to. You look awesome and sexy no matter what you are wearing."
I feel the blush creeping into my cheeks but I don't supress it. Why not let him see how I feel? I want him to see. I want to be honest.
Therefore I overcome the last distance between us and put my hand on his chest, looking up at him.
"See. Now you are flirting with me."
"Yeah…probably not as good as you with him, though. It sounded pretty convincing", Isaac mumbles while he carefully places his hands on my hips.
"Now imagine how convincing I can be if I really mean it", I tease him with a wink, which makes a smirk appear on his pink lips.
"Wanna show me?"
"Well…I could tell you how amazing and attractive I find you, but why don't you just listen to my heartbeat? It tells you everything you need to know."
He concentrates for a moment and does so. And as he notices my very heightened pulse, he beams. That's when I finally wrap my arms around his neck, pull him down towards me, stand on my tiptoes and kiss him.
This is the kiss I have been waiting for. It starts softly and carefully. Almost shy. But not after long it turns more passionately. I burry my hands in his curls and he presses me against his body, opening his lips with a moan. A hunger evolves inside of me that I had no idea was waiting there the whole time. It purrs satisfied as Isaac lifts me up with a quick movement and I wrap my legs around his hips. Without breaking contact he carries me to the bed and we fall onto it.
I chuckle lightly as we both break away to catch our breaths. His face is only inches from mine and his blue eyes seem even brighter right now. Not to forget the sassy sparkle that they display. I could get lost in those eyes forever.
"You are making me crazy", Isaac admits, his voice a bit hoarse before he bends down to softly kiss my neck.
I close my eyes and just enjoy his touches with a bright smile on my lips before he closes them again with his. They are working in perfect unison, as if we have kissed each other for years now. My hands automatically wander under his shirt to stroke his back which gives him goosebumps. I grin under his kisses and can feel that he does the same. I haven't felt so incredibly happy in a very long time. My recklessness even goes so far that I just grip his shirt and pull it over his head. He doesn't object. Instead his kisses become even more urgent now and his hands make their way towards my thighs.
In this moment someone else knocks on my door and makes us both freeze. Unwillingly I pull back but before I can speak up the intruder, Scott, yells: "Keep it down, alright!"
We both crack a grin at the same time and Isaac finally rolls off of me. Thankfully, though, he doesn't let go off me but firmly places his hands on my hip to pull me closer. I burry my head on his bared breast with a satisfied sigh and close my eyes to fully enjoy his warmth and comfort for a moment. While I do so, his fingers start to stroke my hair softly and as I look up at him again, I catch his loving gaze.
"You know, I think Lydia would say something like: finally", I admit with a grin.
He chuckles and presses a kiss onto my forehead. Then we fall silent for a moment. The fatigue starts to take me over, which is long overdue, and I just feel so comfortable in Isaac's arms that I allow my body to have some rest at last.
Before I fall asleep, though, he raises his voice again.
"What do you think about tomorrow?", he mumbles with a frown, the concern returning into his eyes.
I smile at him reassuringly and softly sooth the crinkles on his forehead with my fingertips.
"I have no idea what awaits us", I admit. "We won't be able to make a real plan this time."
"Shouldn't we just warn Melissa? To stay here?"
I sigh. "Scott will warn her, I guess. But that won't change anything. She will go to the hospital anyway. Just to protect her patients and help. That's how she is."
"We will protect her", Isaac says with an amount of conviction that I envy.
"That's what we do…", I mumble. "Protect the people we love."
He nods slowly, then he bends down to kiss me once more before we get ourselves in the perfect spooning position to finally sleep. I should have been nervous and anxious. I should have dreaded the day to come. Instead the foresight of waking up next to him makes everything else seem less bad and dark. He's my anchor to sanity.