AN: To girltype and Ashantai – not only did I borrow a chapter title/fic
idea, these two write some of the best fic I've ever read…seriously, I
cannot tell how brilliant these two writers are. Check out Ashatai's 'Via
Memorius' series and girltypes 'Comin' to Get You'.
*******Chapter Three: Day Three.*******
Also Known As: Huh.
Syl felt somebody kissing her the next morning – it was a very pleasant sensation to wake up to, actually.
"Morning," she said to Krit, sleepily.
"Morning," he breathed, trailing kisses down her neck and shoulder.
"What's wrong?" she yawned and rolled onto her side.
"Nothing," Krit said. Syl was acutely aware of his grip on her hips and the way he was looking at her. Same way that Zane looked at Tinga when he thought no one else was watching, or the way Zack gazed at Jondy when Jondy wasn't looking.
"That's nice – but we were meant to be on the road hours ago," she said and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Though, good news is my heat seems to be gone and my stomach feel okay."
Syl noticed Krit looked a bit put out and shrugged. "I'll be in the shower," she said quite cheerily. Her last pair of clean jeans and top and a towel and Syl had a lovely shower and brushed her hair.
Krit had gotten up and had a shower after she did.
"Breakfast?" she offered. He nodded and they went out into the town. They found a small café, sat down and ordered pancakes for Syl and eggs for Krit and coffee for both of them.
"Mmm, real food," Syl laughed. "Not slimy, cardboardy hamburgers."
"I've never seen an X5 so sick," Krit retorted.
"You've said yourself I'm a 'delicate little jonquil'," Syl smirked.
"We need to talk about last night," Krit said, looking completely serious.
"In private," Syl said, as the waitress came back over with their coffee. "Thanks."
"Suit yourself. We leave in half an hour and stop at 8, we'll be in Seattle sometime tomorrow night, depending on whenever we leave tomorrow," Krit wolfed down his breakfast, hardly pausing to swallow.
"You still got those sector passes?" Syl asked, taking a bite of pancake.
"Of course. We'll buy food here and just drive."
"Road trip."
"I wonder if Zack's asked Jondy and Zane," Krit pondered, pouring sugar into his coffee.
"I hope nothing's wrong," Syl shrugged, taking a mouthful far too big. "And weef geto alk oo axlack.""
"Swallow, then talk," Krit advised, focused on his coffee.
"And we get to talk to Max and Zack," Syl repeated.
"Yeah – haven't seen Maxie since she jumped out the window," Krit agreed.
They finished their breakfast in a slightly awkward silence - and Krit and Syl had never had an awkward silence between them in their lives. They went and got food for the road trip, checked out of the motel and started driving.
"Can I turn on the radio?" Syl asked, nibbling on some pop corn.
"We need to talk first." Krit looked very serious.
"Why?"
"About the past two nights and everything that's happened," Krit said, focusing on the road.
"I was in heat, you were reacting to the pheromones," Syl shrugged. "No big deal." She looked away.
"No big deal? You don't get it, do you, Syl?" Krit pulled over the side of the road and got out.
"What don't I get, Krit?" she demanded to know, getting out of the car as well.
"How I feel about you," Krit lost all his bravado and took a step towards her, brushing her cheek with his fingers. "I've – I've had a lot of girlfriends and stuff. And I liked them in a strange way, but I never loved anybody. In fact, after everything we've been through, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to love anyone like that. But, Syl, if there was ever a chance that I could learn to love somebody, I think it'd be you." Krit looked away and then got back into the car, waiting for Syl to get back into the car.
Syl stood frozen. She'd always had a bit of a crush of Krit herself, but to have him talk to her like that scared her – none of the X5s were terribly open with their emotions, but to have Krit say that… It scared her to know someone felt that strongly about her – love or hate…
She turned around and got back into the car, reaching for her popcorn. Krit gazed at her, waiting for a reply, an insult, a declaration of mutual love…anything…
"Krit," Syl turned to him. "I-I can't be as honest with you as you've been with me. Since I found you…I can't imagine life without you…but I …can't do it, Krit…I need time."
Krit looked at her hopefully and nodded. "I understand. It was only heat…"
"No!" Syl protested. "It wasn't heat. Maybe that was the cause, but …heat usually makes me feel dirty and cheap; like you said the other day, heat makes me feel like a genetic mutation of some cheap alley cat. But it didn't this time. It felt right and I didn't feel like my personal morals had gone out the window…"
"They should have gone out the window – I'm your brother," Krit muttered.
Syl reached over and jerked the steering wheel to the left, they drove onto the side of the road.
"Don't you dare say that, Krit," she snarled, practically on top of him. "You are not my brother – our situation cannot fit into those categories. And we're not even technically related!"
Krit looked at her in surprise.
"You've missed the point, Krit, you're a typical male," Syl said crankily, and gazed out the window. Krit sighed.
"I haven't missed the point, Syl. I'm sorry – you know my moods."
Syl looked back at him. "Yeah."
"Break what you're saying down for me. Here's what I'm saying – I enjoyed your heat more than I've ever enjoyed sex before. I like you as more than my best friend or sister. If this is what love feels like, I want to be with you, Syl."
Syl bit her lip. "And I'm saying that this was the best heat I've ever had – I didn't feel like a whore or a slut because I trust you, Krit. Because you understand, accept and love everything about me- the sarcasm, the guns, the seizures, the heat cycles. But I don't know if I ever know how to love someone like that." Syl looked at her hands.
Krit looked at her. "I …you're a good person, Syl. You're gorgeous, you're funny, you're smart and you don't take any crap from anyone – not even Zack, which I really respect. You actually have morals –unlike a certain insano brother we have – and I know how you feel…cause I all I know is I want to spend a lot of time with you in a non-brother/sister compacity."
Syl smiled at him, nervous, flattered, scared and just…her. She leant over and kissed him. Her hands were in his hair and she was kissing him. These past few days of her heat, Krit had always made the first move…she tasted like some sort of berry – raspberries or cherries – and something intoxicating, like chocolate, Krit decided, his hands stroking her back.
Syl had never made moves on Krit before – she was too scared of rejection to do that. But she had to kiss him…he tasted like coffee and sugar and chocolate…and something distinctively *him *.
"Wow," Krit breathed as she pulled away. "And I'm now really confused."
"You want to be with me, you understand I need time. I've never really had a proper relationship before and…" She looked horribly nervous. "I changed my mind."
"Life's too short to regret a decision," Krit declared, starting the car again and they drove back onto the road.
Syl smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder while she read a magazine.
When she finally did doze off, Krit turned the radio on low.
// Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear
Thereover, hereunder
You'll never have to wonder
We can always play by ear
But that's the deal my dear//
*******Chapter Three: Day Three.*******
Also Known As: Huh.
Syl felt somebody kissing her the next morning – it was a very pleasant sensation to wake up to, actually.
"Morning," she said to Krit, sleepily.
"Morning," he breathed, trailing kisses down her neck and shoulder.
"What's wrong?" she yawned and rolled onto her side.
"Nothing," Krit said. Syl was acutely aware of his grip on her hips and the way he was looking at her. Same way that Zane looked at Tinga when he thought no one else was watching, or the way Zack gazed at Jondy when Jondy wasn't looking.
"That's nice – but we were meant to be on the road hours ago," she said and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Though, good news is my heat seems to be gone and my stomach feel okay."
Syl noticed Krit looked a bit put out and shrugged. "I'll be in the shower," she said quite cheerily. Her last pair of clean jeans and top and a towel and Syl had a lovely shower and brushed her hair.
Krit had gotten up and had a shower after she did.
"Breakfast?" she offered. He nodded and they went out into the town. They found a small café, sat down and ordered pancakes for Syl and eggs for Krit and coffee for both of them.
"Mmm, real food," Syl laughed. "Not slimy, cardboardy hamburgers."
"I've never seen an X5 so sick," Krit retorted.
"You've said yourself I'm a 'delicate little jonquil'," Syl smirked.
"We need to talk about last night," Krit said, looking completely serious.
"In private," Syl said, as the waitress came back over with their coffee. "Thanks."
"Suit yourself. We leave in half an hour and stop at 8, we'll be in Seattle sometime tomorrow night, depending on whenever we leave tomorrow," Krit wolfed down his breakfast, hardly pausing to swallow.
"You still got those sector passes?" Syl asked, taking a bite of pancake.
"Of course. We'll buy food here and just drive."
"Road trip."
"I wonder if Zack's asked Jondy and Zane," Krit pondered, pouring sugar into his coffee.
"I hope nothing's wrong," Syl shrugged, taking a mouthful far too big. "And weef geto alk oo axlack.""
"Swallow, then talk," Krit advised, focused on his coffee.
"And we get to talk to Max and Zack," Syl repeated.
"Yeah – haven't seen Maxie since she jumped out the window," Krit agreed.
They finished their breakfast in a slightly awkward silence - and Krit and Syl had never had an awkward silence between them in their lives. They went and got food for the road trip, checked out of the motel and started driving.
"Can I turn on the radio?" Syl asked, nibbling on some pop corn.
"We need to talk first." Krit looked very serious.
"Why?"
"About the past two nights and everything that's happened," Krit said, focusing on the road.
"I was in heat, you were reacting to the pheromones," Syl shrugged. "No big deal." She looked away.
"No big deal? You don't get it, do you, Syl?" Krit pulled over the side of the road and got out.
"What don't I get, Krit?" she demanded to know, getting out of the car as well.
"How I feel about you," Krit lost all his bravado and took a step towards her, brushing her cheek with his fingers. "I've – I've had a lot of girlfriends and stuff. And I liked them in a strange way, but I never loved anybody. In fact, after everything we've been through, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to love anyone like that. But, Syl, if there was ever a chance that I could learn to love somebody, I think it'd be you." Krit looked away and then got back into the car, waiting for Syl to get back into the car.
Syl stood frozen. She'd always had a bit of a crush of Krit herself, but to have him talk to her like that scared her – none of the X5s were terribly open with their emotions, but to have Krit say that… It scared her to know someone felt that strongly about her – love or hate…
She turned around and got back into the car, reaching for her popcorn. Krit gazed at her, waiting for a reply, an insult, a declaration of mutual love…anything…
"Krit," Syl turned to him. "I-I can't be as honest with you as you've been with me. Since I found you…I can't imagine life without you…but I …can't do it, Krit…I need time."
Krit looked at her hopefully and nodded. "I understand. It was only heat…"
"No!" Syl protested. "It wasn't heat. Maybe that was the cause, but …heat usually makes me feel dirty and cheap; like you said the other day, heat makes me feel like a genetic mutation of some cheap alley cat. But it didn't this time. It felt right and I didn't feel like my personal morals had gone out the window…"
"They should have gone out the window – I'm your brother," Krit muttered.
Syl reached over and jerked the steering wheel to the left, they drove onto the side of the road.
"Don't you dare say that, Krit," she snarled, practically on top of him. "You are not my brother – our situation cannot fit into those categories. And we're not even technically related!"
Krit looked at her in surprise.
"You've missed the point, Krit, you're a typical male," Syl said crankily, and gazed out the window. Krit sighed.
"I haven't missed the point, Syl. I'm sorry – you know my moods."
Syl looked back at him. "Yeah."
"Break what you're saying down for me. Here's what I'm saying – I enjoyed your heat more than I've ever enjoyed sex before. I like you as more than my best friend or sister. If this is what love feels like, I want to be with you, Syl."
Syl bit her lip. "And I'm saying that this was the best heat I've ever had – I didn't feel like a whore or a slut because I trust you, Krit. Because you understand, accept and love everything about me- the sarcasm, the guns, the seizures, the heat cycles. But I don't know if I ever know how to love someone like that." Syl looked at her hands.
Krit looked at her. "I …you're a good person, Syl. You're gorgeous, you're funny, you're smart and you don't take any crap from anyone – not even Zack, which I really respect. You actually have morals –unlike a certain insano brother we have – and I know how you feel…cause I all I know is I want to spend a lot of time with you in a non-brother/sister compacity."
Syl smiled at him, nervous, flattered, scared and just…her. She leant over and kissed him. Her hands were in his hair and she was kissing him. These past few days of her heat, Krit had always made the first move…she tasted like some sort of berry – raspberries or cherries – and something intoxicating, like chocolate, Krit decided, his hands stroking her back.
Syl had never made moves on Krit before – she was too scared of rejection to do that. But she had to kiss him…he tasted like coffee and sugar and chocolate…and something distinctively *him *.
"Wow," Krit breathed as she pulled away. "And I'm now really confused."
"You want to be with me, you understand I need time. I've never really had a proper relationship before and…" She looked horribly nervous. "I changed my mind."
"Life's too short to regret a decision," Krit declared, starting the car again and they drove back onto the road.
Syl smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder while she read a magazine.
When she finally did doze off, Krit turned the radio on low.
// Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear
Thereover, hereunder
You'll never have to wonder
We can always play by ear
But that's the deal my dear//