Chapter 29
She tossed her head, and gave Tymmie a happy grin. "What'd you think?" She said cheerfully.
He blinked, then asked, "Of the dancing or the performance?"
Shrugging, she said, "Both." His eyes shifted from the blase attitude, to obvious, and seductive desire. Her knees trembled, and her blood turned warmer with anticipation as it coursed through her veins. She absently licked her lips. 'You want to go to the beach? Stanton told me the view's great this time of night,' Rachel said.
Tymmie hesitated, the grinned. Taking that as a sign of agreement, she changed into shadow, and flew out of the Dungeon. As soon as she got out, he raced past her. "Hey!" She shouted, and laughing with sheer childish fun, she raced him. As she began to gain on him, he quickly increased his speed so fast, it was impossible to catch up. Her shadow jumped from building to building, gaining, but not at the same pace. Now that it was no longer painful to be a shadow, she relished the pure joy of releasing her body into the air, frolicking about.
She twirled about like a tornado, then looked down, and saw the beach. The full moon's reflection in the water saddened her a little bit, but excusing herself for the pun, she was given with a natural high for the evening. She changed back to normal, but floated in the air, over the ocean. A callused hand held hers, and she turned to him. "You still a sorcerer?" He nodded.
She longed to look at the moon; it was so pretty. "You look gorgeous tonight." He stated, his eyes glued to her silver chain belt. She smiled, inordinately pleased with the compliment.
"Thanks. You look very handsome tonight." Rachel mocked playfully, her eyes glancing over his black jeans, muscle tee, and leather jacket. Tymmie looked down.
"I just threw it on."
She giggled. "I'd say so too, but I wanted to look special." She wanted to be happy, not depressed.
"It's okay to be sad. It's to be expected."
Confused, she looked up at him. "But didn't we go partying tonight to feel better?"
He nodded. "Yeah, but you haven't gotten a chance to mourn Raissa's death." She snorted.
"Don't be cheesy. I don't need to mourn. She left me before. For 763 years I didn't mourn over her absence. So why should I be upset now?"
Tymmie squeezed her hand. "Because all that time, since you never really found any evidence that she was dead, there could still be hope.
"But now that you actually saw her death, there's no hope, and she's really gone." Rachel barked out a laugh.
"You're being ridiculous."
Shrugging, he said, "Suit yourself." She bit her lips. After thirty minutes of fun, a painful sadness swept over her. The power of loss too much to bear, she clutched his shirt, and sobbed. Holding her like a newborn, he softly flew down to a bench, and held her close, gently stroking her hair.
"How can this happen!? I don't even get her back for three days, then she just leaves me again!" He cradled her back and forth, his t-shirt damp. But all he cared about was making her feel better. After about ten minutes, he took off his jacket, and slipped it on her. She gratefully accepted it.
"Thanks Tym."
He nodded, and tossed his head, making the blonde hair flick over his eyes. He leaned forward, and gave her a brief, comforting kiss. "No problem."
She sighed, and leaned on his shoulder. Rachel slipped a finger through the ring on her neck. It was softly glowing. It would now do that whenever mild danger was around. She looked over at Tymmie, who was watching the stars with fascination. There was always a certain danger to him. And she liked it.
He looked down, not noticing the necklace. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Rachel nodded, and said, "I'm fine." She snuggled into Tymmie's jacket.
"Well you've been through a lot this past week right?" She looked down at the shine on her pants.
"Yeah," she whispered hoarsely.
Tymmie seemed to regret his question. "I'm sorry."
She shook her head, and smiled, to shake off his concern "No. Don't be."
He examined her face, then with his own smile, "You smile a lot." She laughed.
"I'm always cheerful. It's such a curse." He tilted his head.
"How? It's great to have an optimist around here for a change." She shrugged, then nodded in agreement. "Um, I was wondering..."
Rachel turned to him attentively. He licked his lips, having trouble at finding the right words, or just saying it at all. He finally asked, "That night when you left...why did you ask yourself, 'What if Tymmie fell in love?'"
Her new smile had disappeared long ago, and in it's place, was a strawberry blush. She fingered a link in her belt.
"Why do you want to know?" He nudged her with his elbow.
"Why do you think?" She smiled at his boyishness, then sighed.
"Well...I guess it was because even back then, I wondered what it would be like to kiss you. I had a feeling that if you fell in love, I would lose any chance I had. If I hadn't lost them already."
Tymmie took her hand again. "That's all I wanted to know." She nodded, but as she turned to him, a sudden realization struck her like a wall.
How stupid was she? For all her talk about the knowledge of love, she didn't even realize that she was in love with her once best friend.
A smile, brighter than the full moon itself illuminated her lips. Thinking quietly, she knew that even if he could never love her, she would always love him.
On an impulse more powerful than she could control, her hand touched his face, and took his lips to hers. Loving tenderness swept through her, soft and warm. Expecting a strange repulsion, she was stunned to find his lips responding to the kiss with tender passion. He put a hand on her cheek, and caressed lightly. After a few seconds, she pulled back, her eyes clouded. Why had he responded so? She tried to penetrate his mind, but he made his answer pure and simple.
'I love you.' Her mouth opened in surprise.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but her courage came through, 'I love you too.'
Grinning, he leaned forward, and kissed her. Accepting the love swelling up inside, she leaned back, hoping for her first time. Her back on the seat of the bench, his lips left hers, and she saw the powerful turbulence in his eyes. Tymmie took her hand, and flew her to her house. Afraid he might leave, she clung to him, and closed her eyes. But when she opened them again, she was in her room, right beside the bed. She swallowed heavily.
His hands on her waist, he asked, "Are you sure?" She licked her lips, finding a strange time to consider her virginity. She nodded, and opened her mouth, ready to be taken. He kissed her again. Rachel's tongue running over his, he lifted up her top, and leaned her onto the bed, caressing her entire body. Barely managing to do so over all the surging pleasure, she slowly unbuckled his belt, and drew his pants down. Finally ready, she put one hand around his neck, another to his cheek; and finally, her ultimate curiosity, and her biggest desire, were completely satisfied.
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The End
She tossed her head, and gave Tymmie a happy grin. "What'd you think?" She said cheerfully.
He blinked, then asked, "Of the dancing or the performance?"
Shrugging, she said, "Both." His eyes shifted from the blase attitude, to obvious, and seductive desire. Her knees trembled, and her blood turned warmer with anticipation as it coursed through her veins. She absently licked her lips. 'You want to go to the beach? Stanton told me the view's great this time of night,' Rachel said.
Tymmie hesitated, the grinned. Taking that as a sign of agreement, she changed into shadow, and flew out of the Dungeon. As soon as she got out, he raced past her. "Hey!" She shouted, and laughing with sheer childish fun, she raced him. As she began to gain on him, he quickly increased his speed so fast, it was impossible to catch up. Her shadow jumped from building to building, gaining, but not at the same pace. Now that it was no longer painful to be a shadow, she relished the pure joy of releasing her body into the air, frolicking about.
She twirled about like a tornado, then looked down, and saw the beach. The full moon's reflection in the water saddened her a little bit, but excusing herself for the pun, she was given with a natural high for the evening. She changed back to normal, but floated in the air, over the ocean. A callused hand held hers, and she turned to him. "You still a sorcerer?" He nodded.
She longed to look at the moon; it was so pretty. "You look gorgeous tonight." He stated, his eyes glued to her silver chain belt. She smiled, inordinately pleased with the compliment.
"Thanks. You look very handsome tonight." Rachel mocked playfully, her eyes glancing over his black jeans, muscle tee, and leather jacket. Tymmie looked down.
"I just threw it on."
She giggled. "I'd say so too, but I wanted to look special." She wanted to be happy, not depressed.
"It's okay to be sad. It's to be expected."
Confused, she looked up at him. "But didn't we go partying tonight to feel better?"
He nodded. "Yeah, but you haven't gotten a chance to mourn Raissa's death." She snorted.
"Don't be cheesy. I don't need to mourn. She left me before. For 763 years I didn't mourn over her absence. So why should I be upset now?"
Tymmie squeezed her hand. "Because all that time, since you never really found any evidence that she was dead, there could still be hope.
"But now that you actually saw her death, there's no hope, and she's really gone." Rachel barked out a laugh.
"You're being ridiculous."
Shrugging, he said, "Suit yourself." She bit her lips. After thirty minutes of fun, a painful sadness swept over her. The power of loss too much to bear, she clutched his shirt, and sobbed. Holding her like a newborn, he softly flew down to a bench, and held her close, gently stroking her hair.
"How can this happen!? I don't even get her back for three days, then she just leaves me again!" He cradled her back and forth, his t-shirt damp. But all he cared about was making her feel better. After about ten minutes, he took off his jacket, and slipped it on her. She gratefully accepted it.
"Thanks Tym."
He nodded, and tossed his head, making the blonde hair flick over his eyes. He leaned forward, and gave her a brief, comforting kiss. "No problem."
She sighed, and leaned on his shoulder. Rachel slipped a finger through the ring on her neck. It was softly glowing. It would now do that whenever mild danger was around. She looked over at Tymmie, who was watching the stars with fascination. There was always a certain danger to him. And she liked it.
He looked down, not noticing the necklace. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Rachel nodded, and said, "I'm fine." She snuggled into Tymmie's jacket.
"Well you've been through a lot this past week right?" She looked down at the shine on her pants.
"Yeah," she whispered hoarsely.
Tymmie seemed to regret his question. "I'm sorry."
She shook her head, and smiled, to shake off his concern "No. Don't be."
He examined her face, then with his own smile, "You smile a lot." She laughed.
"I'm always cheerful. It's such a curse." He tilted his head.
"How? It's great to have an optimist around here for a change." She shrugged, then nodded in agreement. "Um, I was wondering..."
Rachel turned to him attentively. He licked his lips, having trouble at finding the right words, or just saying it at all. He finally asked, "That night when you left...why did you ask yourself, 'What if Tymmie fell in love?'"
Her new smile had disappeared long ago, and in it's place, was a strawberry blush. She fingered a link in her belt.
"Why do you want to know?" He nudged her with his elbow.
"Why do you think?" She smiled at his boyishness, then sighed.
"Well...I guess it was because even back then, I wondered what it would be like to kiss you. I had a feeling that if you fell in love, I would lose any chance I had. If I hadn't lost them already."
Tymmie took her hand again. "That's all I wanted to know." She nodded, but as she turned to him, a sudden realization struck her like a wall.
How stupid was she? For all her talk about the knowledge of love, she didn't even realize that she was in love with her once best friend.
A smile, brighter than the full moon itself illuminated her lips. Thinking quietly, she knew that even if he could never love her, she would always love him.
On an impulse more powerful than she could control, her hand touched his face, and took his lips to hers. Loving tenderness swept through her, soft and warm. Expecting a strange repulsion, she was stunned to find his lips responding to the kiss with tender passion. He put a hand on her cheek, and caressed lightly. After a few seconds, she pulled back, her eyes clouded. Why had he responded so? She tried to penetrate his mind, but he made his answer pure and simple.
'I love you.' Her mouth opened in surprise.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but her courage came through, 'I love you too.'
Grinning, he leaned forward, and kissed her. Accepting the love swelling up inside, she leaned back, hoping for her first time. Her back on the seat of the bench, his lips left hers, and she saw the powerful turbulence in his eyes. Tymmie took her hand, and flew her to her house. Afraid he might leave, she clung to him, and closed her eyes. But when she opened them again, she was in her room, right beside the bed. She swallowed heavily.
His hands on her waist, he asked, "Are you sure?" She licked her lips, finding a strange time to consider her virginity. She nodded, and opened her mouth, ready to be taken. He kissed her again. Rachel's tongue running over his, he lifted up her top, and leaned her onto the bed, caressing her entire body. Barely managing to do so over all the surging pleasure, she slowly unbuckled his belt, and drew his pants down. Finally ready, she put one hand around his neck, another to his cheek; and finally, her ultimate curiosity, and her biggest desire, were completely satisfied.
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The End