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Sceeeen changeeeeeeeeee…….
Alec's POV
Oh,
kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit
floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the
fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
Or not… actually, it's more of crouching on a dirty little hollow, making out while being tracked by the hounds of hell, but other than that, it's exactally the same… (note: sarcasm). But still. "Cole, we have to stop, what if they find us??? We can't let them. They'll kill you." They burst into the clearing, a flash of light and a CRACK and he was lying dead in a pool of blood at my feet. And then I was falling.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I screamed, waking up. "Alec what's wrong? Are you ok? You're not hurt are you?" Cole asked, immediately by my bedside. I breathed deeply, and shook my head. It's ok, he's alive, everything's fine. Ok, breath you'll be fine. Why the heck did I think he died. That was stupid. I mentally scolded myself. "Hey are you ok?" he asked softly I grimaced and shook my head. If it had been anyone else, I would have tried to smile and nod, but for some reason I could always be myself around him. I never had to pretend to be something I'm not the way I do around most people. "was it worse this time?" he asked, and I nodded. He didn't press further.
"You want me to stay?" he asked some time later. I nodded and smiled gratefully.
He sat down on the end of the bed and leaned against the wall, waiting for me to fall back asleep. It's not like this was unusual, or anything, I always had nightmares, and whenever I did, he'd stay with me… I drifted off. Some time later, I felt him move. He groaned and started shivering. I'm not sure I was entirely conscious when I moved over, and put some of the cover over him, but I thought I heard him mutter something along the lines of "Alec, not Alec, don't touch her, don't you dare touch her… she's mine." Hm… that definitely is going to take some thinking about. But not now. Now I'm just tired…
The next morning I woke up, sprawled on the floor, Cole lying next to me on a very hard, cold wood floor. And he was snoring. Loudly. Not exactly what you'd call romantic.
Oh well, it's about the closest I'm ever going to get, so I might as well enjoy it while I can. I lay back against him and was almost asleep when he muttered "I knew it, you weren't really asleep." He smirked I looked up at him and winked. "So what if I wasn't?"
"Well, in that case… I think I'll have to devise a suitable punishment." My eyebrows rose in disbelief, but as he said it, a hint of humor belied his words. Now it was myturn to smirk. He was flirting with me. "Oh, I'm going to like this." I said only a little sarcastically. He smirked, ant took my hands, holding them firmly around the wrists, beginning to place soft fluttery kisses all over my face except my lips. He pulled away. I rolled my eyes. If he wants me, then he's going to have to do better than that. "That's the best you've got?" I asked him, before leaning over, taking his face in my hands, and placing my lips firmly on his own. I was in control at first, and I liked it that way, but as the kiss began to deepen, he gradually took over, and I was glad to let him. Letting go of his face, I began to tangle my fingers in his hair. Soon I felt him let go of my wrists, and slide his hands down to rest on my waist.
Some time later, we sat, our foreheads pressed together, our breath mingling as he gently traced my lips with his tongue. Wow." He said, finally catching his breath enough to speak. "wow." I whispered back, my lips just barely brushing his own as I spoke. Then suddenly he pulled back and smirked "I knew you couldn't resist me." I wrinkled my nose, and we lay there for a while, the floor didn't seem so cold or hard with him there.
Around noon, we went into the kitchen, holding hands. Max, and Fang sort of smiled; Dylan said he knew it was going to happen sometime soon; Ella was pleasantly surprised; Mel smirked, as Iggy handed her a ten pound note. Shaw was out, and Mary looked horrified.
They all congratulated us, and we did the whole explain how it happened kind of thing.
Max was obviously as anxious to leave as I was, but we couldn't. They have snippers watching the apartment 24/7, so there's almost no chance of getting us all out alive. Not until they send for us. An attempted escape would be suicide. I think Max knew that they weren't the only prisoners here.
Only Shaw seems to be doing this voluntarily. I thought I knew him for all my life, but then suddenly he changed, and now it's like he's a completely different person. Maybe he is. I don't know.
