With one swooped motion, Heisenberg had Circe on her feet and off to the kitchen. It was amazing how so much had happened in less than a day. She had been at Castle Dimitrescu eating breakfast while Cynthia had packed her things only this morning.
Now she had just experienced the first kiss she was able to remember - not that they would let her have one while she was locked up at whatever facility she was in. They probably had a tight hold on her while she was there.
She nearly continued trying to think about if they could have given her outside time at any point, but she didn't want to spoil her mood, so she just focused on Heisenberg. He said he was going to make something called spaghetti.
"I'm not the best at cookin'," he said right out, as he laid various ingredients on the table. "Had to ask Duke for this recipe. He refused to give me his personal one, so this one will have to do," he proceeded to hand a piece of paper to her.
She looked it over and nodded thoughtfully. "There was a similar recipe in one of the cookbooks you put in my room," she said, putting the paper under a magnet on the fridge and turning to him.
"You can go get the book if you want. Might have a better-looking recipe," he smiled at her, then tugged her waist to him. "Just be quick. Don't want you to be away from me for too long."
Circe unintentionally let out a frilly giggle. She knew her face was probably the color of the tomatoes on the counter, but she didn't feel as embarrassed as she used to. He knew how she felt. She knew how he felt. It was all out in the open.
"Don't worry. I can be fast, remember?" She lightly teased, then dashed away from him to the kitchen door.
She had moved so fast that Heisenberg blinked a few times before he gave her a toothy grin. "I'm beginning to remember, yeah. You hurry back now, buttercup."
She gave him a grin of her own before saluting him. "I'll be back before the water boils," and with that, she zoomed out of Heisenberg's room and down the hall.
Now that she was alone, no matter how short it could be, she began (once again) thinking about how things had drastically changed since she was here last. It felt weird going back to her room. She felt like she belonged in Heisenberg's room from now on.
And he kissed her. He actually kissed her and she could barely contain herself while thinking of it. It raised feelings she never knew she had; feelings she didn't even have a name for. All she knew was that she didn't want to have to wait much longer for the next one, so she sped up further.
Once she made it past the door to her room, she snatched up the cookbook and her journal. She had a feeling she wouldn't be coming back here tonight, not that she wanted to. She could guess by how things were going that Heisenberg would probably want her to stay in his room, anyhow. He did say he didn't want her to be away from him for too long.
With the items she needed now in her possession, Circe rushed back and into Heisenberg's kitchen with ease and placed the two books on the dining table. She looked towards the stove. He was looking down at the unboiling pot of water with a smile on his face. He looked so handsome. Rugged, but handsome.
When he looked up at her, the smile not only stayed on his lips - but grew. Opening his arms wide, he gestured for her to come to him, which she immediately did. His embrace was warm and smokey.
"Ya know, I would joke around and say you took too long, but you came back super fast," he murmured to her, brushing his nose across hers.
"Told you I would be back before the water boiled," she stated, locking her arms around his neck. Before he could reply, she had caught sight of his lips and couldn't help but rear up on the tips of her toes to steal a swift kiss.
She could tell he was caught off guard, but he recovered enough to pull her head back when she leaned away. He promptly kissed her much deeper than she had, eliciting an involuntary sigh from her. She forgot about everything but him.
This continued until the water started boiling, allowing them both to come apart for air. They stared at each other for a moment.
"Things seem to be heating up, buttercup," he breathed, slowly taking steps away from her, stroking her cheek as he did so. "Gotta add the pasta now. You open that cookbook up to the right page."
That's right. They were cooking.
Circe flitted to the table and opened the book to look for the recipe for spaghetti. She was grinning like a fool, but she was so happy she could barely contain herself. She wanted to take a few laps around the whole factory. She would save this energy for when Heisenberg went to sleep. She would write it all out in her journal.
Of course, she would have to get through some nitty-gritty stuff first, but it was worth it in the end.
Finally finding the right page, Circe started comparing the ingredients on the page to what they had on the counter. Preparing the meal moved only a bit faster then. She knew that he was probably really hungry, and she was hungry too, so she tried her best not to distract him from cooking.
That didn't stop him from distracting himself, however, for when she began helping by chopping up the veggies, he would come up behind her, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her towards him. Stick his nose beneath the lobe of her ear and send airy breaths down her neck.
She shivered against him every time.
Somehow, they were able to plate the fruits of their labor - no matter how many breaks were taken. They took their plates to the living space and sat on the couch beside each other. Shoulders and thighs brushing together. Not much was said as they enjoyed their meal.
When their plates were emptied they cleaned up together, then Heisenberg poured them both a drink once they made it back to the living room. When he sat down next to Circe on the couch, he reached over and swung her legs over his lap and pulled her close.
Circe felt like she was in a daze. Not a bad one either. The utter fondness she was experiencing for this man was barely describable. She couldn't think of a limit to this emotion. A couple of times she went into a soft giggling fit, leaving Heisenberg to look at her confused but with a smile.
"That was my first kiss," Circe said after taking a few sips from her glass.
"Really?"
"Well, at least, I think it was. I can't imagine they would have let me hang around anyone long enough to even get to know them," she looked down. "Except for Doctor Kramer."
"They most likely had a tight leash on you from the beginning," it seemed like he was trying to concentrate now. "They probably had you since you were a baby."
If that were the case, it would mean she never had a true childhood. No matter how many pictures they let her draw.
"I think I know what they were doing, and why I didn't remember my past," she supposed good things couldn't last forever, and she couldn't just skip away into the bliss that was Heisenberg's arms any longer.
He took a swig from his drink. "You gonna tell me about the memory you had outside?"
She nodded and began from the beginning. She started from the first images she began to see, and through to the end. By the time she was finished, she was on her second drink. She wanted to tell him as much detail as she could.
"So, they just kept erasing your memory so that they could start over if you didn't cooperate with them?" He asked.
"That's what it seemed like. Langley was angry that they had to 'reset' me so many times. Actually, he said someone named Bailey was angry. I don't know who Bailey is," she clarified.
"Hmm. That's fucked," he looked like he was trying not to get angry.
Circe nodded, bringing herself closer to him. "I don't think I have to worry about that anymore. At least, I hope I don't."
He tightened the arm he had around her shoulders. "I won't let that happen," he said gruffly. "I'd kill every one of them."
For only a moment Circe thought about whether or not she cared if Heisenberg killed the people who experimented on her. She knew Doctor Kramer was already dead. She had been the one to kill him. The others she had no clue about.
Then she thought about Langley. How much she hated him in the one memory she had of him. How much she wanted to rip him apart with her teeth.
No. She would not care if he died.
She actually preferred it.
"Let me have Langley," she said.
Heisenberg looked at her with a smile playing on his lips. "You know, you're not as innocent as you try to act," he teased.
Circe returned the smile, a drunken giggle bubbling within her chest. "I don't remember saying anything about being innocent," she told him, opening her eyes to gaze into his. "They took that away by turning me into some sort of monster."
"You are not a monster, buttercup," he said pointedly.
"I've killed people. I-"
"Those people deserved it," he growled low. "You understand that right? Yeah, you're absolutely fucking deadly, but they deserve to die for what they did to you."
Circe was silent for a moment as she let those words sink in. He was right. They did deserve it. But…
"I don't think...Doctor Kramer deserved it…"
"You don't think-" he was astounded. "You don't think Doctor Kramer deserved it? Just cause he was nicer to you than the others? He still experimented on you. He could have been the reason you were there in the first place!"
"I know, I-I know," she didn't want him to be upset. "It isn't j-just because he was nice to me," she shifted off of his lap so that she could put her glass on the table beside the couch.
"Then why? How could you possibly have any remorse for that asshole?"
"I think he was trying to break me out!" Her voice was a bit louder than she had anticipated before speaking. After taking a deep breath she continued. "The first memory I ever had...I think he was trying to get me to remember to get me out."
Heisenberg didn't look wholly convinced, but he was remaining quiet.
Circe closed her eyes and swallowed a lump that appeared in her throat. "I know he could have done experiments on me, I know that. But I think he felt bad about it the whole time, and that eventually led him to try to stop it."
"That doesn't erase what he did to you," his words were softer, but his tone was adamant.
"I know, b-but," she brought her knees to her chest, laying her head sideways to look at him. "I think he would have made up for it," her voice was a whisper. "If I hadn't killed him, I might have gotten out earlier…"
"You can't let yourself feel bad about that," he reached up to brush some hair from her neck. "It was a high-stress situation, the way he went about it-"
A loud clanging noise erupted from the corner of the room.
Before she knew it, Circe was on her feet and standing in the middle of the room. Thought it was clear she could still move fairly fast, she shouldn't have. Her head began swimming from the alcohol she had ingested.
Heisenberg was standing almost as quickly. His footfalls were heavy as he walked to the door. "Someone is here. That was the alarm system."
Circe looked from the floor to the door, trying to get a hold of her footing. She told herself that she wouldn't allow herself to drink this much in the future, at the very least until they were free from all worry.
Heisenberg opened the door and peered outside. "They haven't made it this far yet," he whispered, looking back at Circe. The clanging alarm had stopped. "You stay here."
"No! I'm coming with you," there was no way he was going to budge her on this. "I'm yours, remember?"
Heisenberg sighed and shook his head. "I don't have the time to argue with you, but I don't like this. We get this over with."
Circe nodded once and followed him outside of the room. It was all dark except for the night lights that lined the halls. The eerie silence preceded them as they made their way towards the main entrance.
Finally arriving at the last hall, a sudden rhythmic banging began to resonate from the doors. Then stopped.
"What the fuck," Heisenberg whispered. He was clearly just as on edge as Circe was.
The double doors were in sight now. They both slowed their pace down considerably. They were so close…
Three bangs rang out once again.
Circe couldn't help but flinch and stop in place. Was it knocking? Was it Mother Miranda? Had she figured out the ruse?
Heisenberg had enough with all of this. "Who the fuck is there at this hour!?" his voice rang out, echoing down the walls. Whoever was at the door definitely heard him.
"Lord Heisenberg," came a dull voice from outside. "This is Cynthia. Head Maid of Castle Dimitrescu."
Circe perked up. "Cynthia…? Why is she here?" She was suddenly worried if the maid was in some kind of trouble.
Heisenberg went right up to the door. "Anyone else with you?" he demanded.
"I came alone," Cynthia stated. "I have information that might help you and Lady Zero."
Heisenberg growled. "Why the fuck should we trust you?"
"I think we should let her in," Circe whispered, taking some steps forward.
He looked back at her with a look of confusion. "She works for that bitch-"
"No other soul knows I am here," Cynthia said loudly, making sure she was heard through the thick metal.
Heisenberg huffed. "I'll kill her the second I think she's up to any funny business," he promised.
Circe met his eyes and nodded.
With that, he swung open one of the doors, revealing Cynthis holding a folder of papers.
"Thank you, Lord Heisenberg," she said, taking a low bow. "Lady Zero, you are here, as well. Good. I have documents that have information about your past."
writer's notes
this took longer than usual and is shorter
I hope you enjoyed it regardless! thank you all for your support and comments! They really do keep me going! I would have abandoned this story if no one was reading it if I was honest with you.