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XVII
Calm before the Storm
Dylan and Anthony
When I heard Anthony say my name, I felt like my jaw was on the ground, I was so surprised. I scrambled to get off the bed and went over to him. "Did you say my name?" I asked, still not believing what I had just heard.
"Dy-Dylan," Anthony repeated.
"You spoke," I whispered, placing my hand on his cheek. Saying it made the news sink into my brain and I then exclaimed, "You spoke!" I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him so he wouldn't be able to see that I was grinning like an idiot.
Anthony wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me back. "Dylan," he whispered again in a relieved tone of voice.
I pulled back from him and looked into his eyes. I then took on of his hands that was around my waist and put it in my hair, making sure his fingers were wrapped around a lock of my hair.
He looked down at me as he tightened his fingers around my hair. He then gave a surprised and questioning look.
"Go ahead," I said softly. "I think you've earned it."
Ecstasy replaced the questioning look on his face as he ripped out my hair. Anthony rubbed the hair against his cheek and then under his nose. He looked down at me, and I could tell that he was holding back from screaming.
A few strands of his hair had escaped the gel that had held it in place. I reached up and pushed it back onto his head when I got an idea. Smoothing down his hair, I went back a little further on his head and then yanked out a strand of Anthony's hair.
He hissed in pain and then stared at me in amazement as I brushed the hair against my cheek and under my nose. Then he put my lock of hair in his jacket pocket. Anthony reached out and placed his hands on my cheeks. He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately.
I vaguely remember dropping Anthony's lock of hair on the floor before I clutched him behind his upper arms.
This kiss was very similar to the one we had shared on the hotel rooftop six months ago. But the fact that we had more time and there was a kind of undercurrent that made both of us more.
Anthony let go of my cheeks and started pulling off my jacket, not realizing that it was buttoned.
"Wait, wait," I whispered when I pulled away from the kiss. I let go of Anthony and unbuttoned my jacket. Then I helped him take it off of me.
As soon as the jacket was off, Anthony kissed me again, but this time he held me by my waist.
I wanted to take off Anthony's jacket, but I didn't want to stop kissing him to do so.
We broke apart to get some air, when Anthony slipped his hands under my shirt, touching the skin on my back.
I gasped out loud, stopping the kiss at the sudden feeling of Anthony's hands on my skin. Not really realizing what I was doing, my hands loosened his tie and slipped under his collar, touching the skin under his neck.
Very slowly, Anthony pushed me back towards the bed. When I came to the edge, he helped me lay down on the pillow.
I realized that I wanted to make love to Anthony right then. It was a very strong desire and it made me start to loosen the knot in his tie. He surprised me by grabbing my hands and stopping me. I looked up into his eyes and I knew that we would have to continue this later. A deranged maniac was out to kill us; we had to get rid of 'J' first.
Anthony moved back and then sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at me.
I sighed and sat up, straightening my blouse. "You know I love you right?" I asked, reaching out and placing my hand on his cheek.
Covering my hand with his own, Anthony opened his mouth to speak again. "I- I lo-ove," here he stopped, not able to say anymore, but I got the message.
I smiled and said, "I'm going to have to teach you how to talk."
Anthony nodded and then got up off the bed. He went over to the window, standing guard again.
It was one o'clock in the morning, and I realized that I wouldn't be able to sleep. Leaning against the bed's headboard, I said to Anthony, "The Mother Superior asked me what kind of relationship we have, earlier today." Anthony turned to me and signed, "What did you tell her?"
"That I love you," I said matter-of-factly.
"She probably asked you that so she could tell you not to hurt me," Anthony signed. "But she doesn't know you too well."
"No, she doesn't," I said smiling.
After I said that we both lapsed into silence. I stayed on the bed; Anthony kept guard by the window.
Anthony
Near three-thirty in the morning, Anthony noticed two figures were creeping around the low wall near the stairs. "Dylan," he said a little haltingly, motioning for her to come.
She walked to the window and peered down. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the two people outside and she said, "'J's thugs."
Anthony turned and walked to the door, grabbing his cane from the chair it had been resting on.
Dylan was right behind him, and together they ran down the stairs and out the back door.
The two people saw them and they turned, running away from the house.
Following them all the way down to the road down to the ferry, Anthony and Dylan were prepared when the thugs suddenly stopped and turned.
With a high-pitched screech, Anthony raised his cane and went after one of the thugs. The man managed to grab the cane and they started to wrestle for it.
The other thug had run to Dylan and they were kicking and hitting each other.
The thug that Anthony was fighting suddenly fell to the ground. There was the sound of a gun firing, and Anthony felt a needle prick his shoulder. He yelled in pain and then raised his arm to try and hit the thug with his cane. Before he could do so, the tranquilizer in the needle took effect and he fell to the ground.
Dylan saw Anthony fall down in the corner of her eye. She was distracted momentarily, and the thug she was fighting stepped back as a tranquilizer dart pierced her shoulder. In no time at all, Dylan was on the ground, unconscious.
XVII
Calm before the Storm
Dylan and Anthony
When I heard Anthony say my name, I felt like my jaw was on the ground, I was so surprised. I scrambled to get off the bed and went over to him. "Did you say my name?" I asked, still not believing what I had just heard.
"Dy-Dylan," Anthony repeated.
"You spoke," I whispered, placing my hand on his cheek. Saying it made the news sink into my brain and I then exclaimed, "You spoke!" I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him so he wouldn't be able to see that I was grinning like an idiot.
Anthony wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me back. "Dylan," he whispered again in a relieved tone of voice.
I pulled back from him and looked into his eyes. I then took on of his hands that was around my waist and put it in my hair, making sure his fingers were wrapped around a lock of my hair.
He looked down at me as he tightened his fingers around my hair. He then gave a surprised and questioning look.
"Go ahead," I said softly. "I think you've earned it."
Ecstasy replaced the questioning look on his face as he ripped out my hair. Anthony rubbed the hair against his cheek and then under his nose. He looked down at me, and I could tell that he was holding back from screaming.
A few strands of his hair had escaped the gel that had held it in place. I reached up and pushed it back onto his head when I got an idea. Smoothing down his hair, I went back a little further on his head and then yanked out a strand of Anthony's hair.
He hissed in pain and then stared at me in amazement as I brushed the hair against my cheek and under my nose. Then he put my lock of hair in his jacket pocket. Anthony reached out and placed his hands on my cheeks. He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately.
I vaguely remember dropping Anthony's lock of hair on the floor before I clutched him behind his upper arms.
This kiss was very similar to the one we had shared on the hotel rooftop six months ago. But the fact that we had more time and there was a kind of undercurrent that made both of us more.
Anthony let go of my cheeks and started pulling off my jacket, not realizing that it was buttoned.
"Wait, wait," I whispered when I pulled away from the kiss. I let go of Anthony and unbuttoned my jacket. Then I helped him take it off of me.
As soon as the jacket was off, Anthony kissed me again, but this time he held me by my waist.
I wanted to take off Anthony's jacket, but I didn't want to stop kissing him to do so.
We broke apart to get some air, when Anthony slipped his hands under my shirt, touching the skin on my back.
I gasped out loud, stopping the kiss at the sudden feeling of Anthony's hands on my skin. Not really realizing what I was doing, my hands loosened his tie and slipped under his collar, touching the skin under his neck.
Very slowly, Anthony pushed me back towards the bed. When I came to the edge, he helped me lay down on the pillow.
I realized that I wanted to make love to Anthony right then. It was a very strong desire and it made me start to loosen the knot in his tie. He surprised me by grabbing my hands and stopping me. I looked up into his eyes and I knew that we would have to continue this later. A deranged maniac was out to kill us; we had to get rid of 'J' first.
Anthony moved back and then sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at me.
I sighed and sat up, straightening my blouse. "You know I love you right?" I asked, reaching out and placing my hand on his cheek.
Covering my hand with his own, Anthony opened his mouth to speak again. "I- I lo-ove," here he stopped, not able to say anymore, but I got the message.
I smiled and said, "I'm going to have to teach you how to talk."
Anthony nodded and then got up off the bed. He went over to the window, standing guard again.
It was one o'clock in the morning, and I realized that I wouldn't be able to sleep. Leaning against the bed's headboard, I said to Anthony, "The Mother Superior asked me what kind of relationship we have, earlier today." Anthony turned to me and signed, "What did you tell her?"
"That I love you," I said matter-of-factly.
"She probably asked you that so she could tell you not to hurt me," Anthony signed. "But she doesn't know you too well."
"No, she doesn't," I said smiling.
After I said that we both lapsed into silence. I stayed on the bed; Anthony kept guard by the window.
Anthony
Near three-thirty in the morning, Anthony noticed two figures were creeping around the low wall near the stairs. "Dylan," he said a little haltingly, motioning for her to come.
She walked to the window and peered down. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the two people outside and she said, "'J's thugs."
Anthony turned and walked to the door, grabbing his cane from the chair it had been resting on.
Dylan was right behind him, and together they ran down the stairs and out the back door.
The two people saw them and they turned, running away from the house.
Following them all the way down to the road down to the ferry, Anthony and Dylan were prepared when the thugs suddenly stopped and turned.
With a high-pitched screech, Anthony raised his cane and went after one of the thugs. The man managed to grab the cane and they started to wrestle for it.
The other thug had run to Dylan and they were kicking and hitting each other.
The thug that Anthony was fighting suddenly fell to the ground. There was the sound of a gun firing, and Anthony felt a needle prick his shoulder. He yelled in pain and then raised his arm to try and hit the thug with his cane. Before he could do so, the tranquilizer in the needle took effect and he fell to the ground.
Dylan saw Anthony fall down in the corner of her eye. She was distracted momentarily, and the thug she was fighting stepped back as a tranquilizer dart pierced her shoulder. In no time at all, Dylan was on the ground, unconscious.