hey guys! GUESS WHAT?! I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY! OR JANUARY 19TH FOR SHERLOCK!
(guys my sister is planning an intervention for my severe Ben-Addiction. IT IS HER FAULT SHE GOT ME INTO HIM!)
I opened my eyes. the morning's light, honey gold light spilling into the room. I smiled sleepily. "Good Morning." he said, smiling into my collar-bone, where his rested his head. he was running his fingers across my scars. "Good morning..." I yawned. the sheets were nice and warm. I held him closer to me, he did not object. At all, considering the smile I felt his lips curve into.
we laid in bed for a while, half asleep. but then it was time to get up, to which I made a pouty face at. I was putting on what clothing had made it to the room, and he was still lounging under the covers. God, the bed was a mess. He was grinning up at me, but then it went away, worry in its place. "Are you ok? Do you hurt?" he asked. "WHat do you mean?" I was confused. it had hurt a little, in the beginning. but I was fine now. he pointed to my shoulder. I looked. there were five distinct round smallish bruises on my shoulder. and my waist. and arms. and legs. all over. but they didn't hurt, not even when I poked at them.
I'm fine. They don't hurt. But gosh, you are strong." I joked. He laughed, a bit nervously though. "As long as you are alright." "I'm fine. But we better clean up outside. we kinda just left it." Of course, I wasn't going to wear that beautiful dress for cleaning, which was currently in a heap on the floor. I picked it up and returned to my room. with a fresh pair of clothes at the ready, I hopped into the shower for a quick wash-up. I got out, and as once before, studied my reflection in the mirror. I could remember last night perfectly. every kiss, every touch, every breath, every heartbeat. I could still feel the faint trace of his cupid's bow lips blazing a trail across my skin. I smiled. this was the first time for me. the first time I had ever felt... wanted. felt Beautiful. in a long time.
I got dressed and met him outside to start cleaning. his hair was still strewn in all directions. I finished loading the last of the dishes into the washer, for it was quicker than hand washing as I normally did. he was putting away the last of the lights, when it dawned on me. Ash and Tulne. They were still at Rose's. I needed to call them. I did, and an hour later they came home. they asked how the date went, and we said only "Wonderful." The rest of the day went by in a kind of haze but I know I never left his side, and we shared a lot of knowing smiles together.
Fast forward a week. there's something else on my mind now. today is the 23rd of July. I have little over a month now, till everyone comes home. I had exactly 52 days. they would arrive on September 13th. and I know exactly how they would react. "Hey everyone. for half of the summer, I have been dating your sworn enemy. you know? Khan Noonien Singh? yeah, but it's no biggie." He and I would be burned at the stake I kid you not. that's how they would take the news. they'd be so mad they'd resort to medieval punishment.
the time of their arrival grows nearer everyday and I can't come up with any real way out. at least, one where we'd both make it out. I felt like some animal, helpless and cornered, and when I start to think about the end, I can't breathe. these are the only things I can come up with. Plan A) Get our own place again. Somewhere far away. Say I got a job offer out of country or something. Issues? Finding a place this soon. Plan B) Stay with someone. Rose. Too close and no doubt it'll get out I am with someone. Tulne? never. that would go over so well. Plan C) Hide him, like before. Issues? Way too people to hide him from. we wouldn't last a week. Plan D) Check into a hotel? too suspicious. Plan E) This is our last resort. I am sure it is obvious. And suicidal. Tell everyone. Come clean. and pray to whoever your deity is that we survive their wrath. Khan wasn't the monster they claimed he was. at least not with me. yes, he was still techniquely a war criminal . but that didn't matter and techniquely with the statute of limitations... but still.
So yeah, I am trying not to panic, but the thirteenth grows closer. Harrison saw how it was getting to me. At times when it got...bad, he'd just hold me. we'd sit or lay there and he'd hold me. silently. no words were needed. For a little while at least, I would believe it could work. But only for a little while. Then the panic sets back in. even when it's not active, its in the back of my mind. constant. and suffocating. Of course, this was all hidden from Ash and Tulne and Rose . Being a Vulcan had taught me one thing. How to hide emotion. To wear a mask. Luckily I had asked them not to breathe a word of him, and they had given their word.
OMIGOOSHNESS GUYS! ITS BEEN SO LONG! HOW ARE YOU? oh, pardon my manners. come in, come in. Cuppa tea? please, forgive my lateness. and yes, my friend has apologized for keeping the notebook so long. Do forgive the both of us. So, let me know which plan you'd use, which you'd think she will, or any of your own plans! I still love you all and can't wait to hear from you. lol, btw, me and my friend Mady cosplayed as Sherlock and Watson today. did a whole Skit and everything it was awesome. XD anyways. luv u! (sorry its a short chapter.) btw! I drew some chibi johnlock fluffy moments for you shippers out there! on my DA