A/N: I don't own twilight blah, blah blah, you gey the deal.
I woke up with a start. At first, I felt actually kinda comfortable, like I was on the most comfortable bed in the world. Then, I realized, squinting my eyes to see what it was, found myself laying on a large, and warm bed. Still, being a little more than just tired I stayed where I was not wanting to move or see what was going on at the moment. Getting a better view at my surroundings, I certainly found myself not on my bed, and not in my room. But the idea of being and sleeping in someone else's room didn't seem to bother me as much, as I made myself more comfortable under the covers. I was too tired to worry, I guess you can say. My muscles still ached as if beaten alive by a hammer, and my body temperature felt abnormally warm. Although, it didn't feel all that bad, just really, really warm.
"Shh," I heard probably the softest voice I ever heard murmur.
I turned instantly to the voice, at first frightened, then relieved to see the one person in the world I've been dying to see. Seth.
I smiled widely, about to say something when he hushed me again. "Leslie, sleep," he told me solidly, his clear tone almost demanding. "You've been through a lot."
"Seth!" I said, forgetting all about what he just said, too excited to finally see his face again. I couldn't help it, it was like another part of me I had missed terribly had returned. "You're here! How-Why-" I was just starting to remember the vague memory from the last I was awake beginning to emerge clearer.
"Leslie, please," he insisted, touching my arm. He was in a small chair, looking straight at me with shiny dark brown eyes.
Due to the tone of his voice, I listened. "You've been through a lot. Just get some more rest, okay?"
When I didn't answer, he said, "Do it for me, please." He pleaded, his brown eyes becoming even more sadder than I ever saw them before. As much as he wanted me to go back to sleep, I wanted to stay awake and get some deeply wanted answers out of him. There was so much I wanted to ask. One of them, I honestly didn't feel like knowing, but in the same way did, just to know if from what can I remember really was real or-as much as I did want-to be just a dream. But, the look in his eyes drove me to a side of me I never knew I had in me. It tore down my insides, and acted in the state of obeying. So instead, of shooting millions of questions of out my mouth, I shut it tight, and nodded obeyingly. "Okay." I agreed, shakily, suddenly wanting nothing more than for the look in his depressing eyes to go away.
"Thank-you," he whispered, and stroked his big hand through my hair. "I appreciate it."
The stroke in my hair felt wonderful. It was a feeling of pleasure and luxury. It wasn't until the words, "Stay here-with me," came out of my mouth. I found both my hands tangled around his one hand on my head. I tugged him forward, suddenly desiring for something new.
Being kind, but clear he swiped my hands away from his and stood up. At first, it was a little intimidating now that I had done something big enough for him to get up out of his chair-and possibly leave. But, to my surprise, he stayed where he was for a second. Until finally, stepping up closer to me, and kneeling down beside my bedside. Holding my gaze, he touched my cheek saying, "Get some rest. I'll still be here. I promise."
I frowned, now a little more than simply disappointed. My head was becoming more and more clear, and less naive. No matter, how convincing his voice was now I wasn't going to fall for it. . .Not this time.
"Just stay," I persisted, tugging his arm again, this time pulling him forward and on the bed next to me. "Please, with me." The fiery flames built up inside of me, burning my heart incredibly, but in a strange delightful way of feeling that only made me want more of. It also made my heart beat faster, the quick pace going faster than I could have ever imagined.
Instead of fighting to get away from me, stand back up, and possibly leave, he did what I least expected; he wrapped his arms around me. The enchanting feeling erupted loudly inside of me. My stomach knotted terribly until it was nothing but a big knot thick enough to play ball with. And my heart was pounding dramatically like a dashing sprint of horse hooves. It was almost a too unbelievable feeling to describe.
His long, warm arms felt like barriers, wrapped securely around me, and protecting me from any known or unknown danger possible to reach me. He pulled me in so close I didn't think there was even an inch between us. For one solid moment, not a thought entered my mind, it was all just a blur.
"You don't know how happy I am to see you awake," he told me, his voice slightly shaky, but truly heartfelt. "I thought I had lost you."
My arms tightened around him, knowing exactly what he was talking about. There was no denying it now, I knew better. Not to mention, I couldn't argue with someone with a tone as sad as that. Instead, I just kept my hold around him, suddenly feeling like my deep concern and worry for him measured up to his deep care for me.
After a while, though, an old part of me returned, and I smiled. "Now you know how I felt when you left me for so long." Now we were even.
Craning my head down against his neck and on top of his shoulder, he stroked my hair delicately. "Get some sleep please, Leslie. I wont leave you." His arm lowered further down my upper arm to my elbow, wrapping both his arms safely around me, making sure I wouldn't leave, and to show that he also wasn't leaving.
"As long as you're here," I said, "I'll sleep as long as you like."
I couldn't see it, but knew he was smiling back. "Just a few hours, and I'll let you stay up as long as you like," he told me kindly, his voice not the fearful anxiety tone anymore, but the old, child-like voice I loved so much. Not thinking, I cuddled myself closer to him, gently laying my head down on top of his warm chest. I let my mind drift off, which wasn't honestly the hardest thing in the world to do at the moment, and in no time at all I was near unconsciousness.
Taking one last known breath, my light senses could almost pick up a soft pat, which to me felt like a hand tenderly rubbing my arm.
Well what do you think??? This is the first chapter, I think, where I gave this much attention to focusing on mostly Seth and Leslie. Please review and tell me if it you thought it was good or not, I want to know if I'm any good at the whole romantic theme for this chapter! And if so I'd appreciate it a lot!
