I can see the sun making its way across the sky slowly in the morning I looked east into the rising sun trying to see if I could see anything that would help in this situation, we now found ourselves In. If I had to guess I would say we have been swimming for about an hour through the salty depths of the Pacific Ocean. I looked to my right; in the dark pre-dawn of the morning I could still make out every feature of my companion. His shapely brows and wickedly high cheeks bones. His stupidly long eye lashes, that I was still kind of wondering how he saw when he blinked. And his full lips, that just seemed perfect on him. And then there were his eyes. The piercing sliver that practically glowed in the morning light. The water that was slowly training down between his eyebrows and over the bridge of his nose, I watched the drop of water until it disappeared off the edge of is nose.
I could hear the birds chirping from about five miles away, the slight thrumming of an engine getting further away from us. The ocean life below me, the swish of their fins, the scuttling of the crabs on the ocean floor. The slight puffs of air that he breathed out as he swam along beside me. I don't know how any of the supernatural creature I had met, could get anything done with the amount of noise they had to filter through and tune out. Even now I still can't comprehend the amount of time it took to learn a skill like that. We need to move faster, I knew I could if I tired, but I wouldn't leave him behind, couldn't leave him behind not like I was. I huffed at myself, how pathetic could I be, after everything that happened because of Edwards family, I still feel broken up about it. I could feel my body tensing, and a wave of anger crashed over me. My chest rumbled as I let out a growl. It echoed slightly, across the vast empty ocean. I didn't want to think about them, about him, about what they did and how they left me. I didn't want to think about what I lost because of their choices. Why did I have to suffer the consequences? So, I pushed it away. I pushed it down and forced it out of my head and into the little box deep in my subconscious. I didn't need to deal with that now.
The shifter beside me turned his head "What are you thinking about so hard over there" he rumbled out. Jesus Fucking Christ, I think I just shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cold waters that we were swimming in. After all I no longer felt the cold. I don't think I would ever get over how the just the sound of his voice could make me feel. I turned to look at him and was momentarily struck by how tempting he looked, swimming naked and wet in the water. He had lost his clothes the moment he shifted. I could see every drop of water that ran down him arm every time it breached the surface of the water; I could see it all in slow motion. There I go again with the god damn water. I needed to focus
I saw when he stopped swimming to look at me, I saw when his arm moved, I even saw the water coming at me. I didn't move why, would I? It's not liked the water would affect me in any way, it won't burn my eyes, the venom will take care of that. I wont swallow it because my mouth won't open from the shocked gaps that would usually accompany an action like this one. I didn't move I let it hit me, the wave of water that he splashed at me. I narrowed my eyes as I turned my head to look at him, I watched as one of his perfectly shaped brows lifted in a prompt, to get me to answer the questions he had asked me. Filthy Fucking Cullen's I hissed out. This is all their fucking fault.
"Oh, little swan, what a dirty mouth you have". I shivered again Jesus fucking Christ his voice just did it for me. The way he could make anything sound like sex and sin and everything in between. I wanted him to keep talking, so I could get lost in it. I didn't realize I had drifted closer to him until I felt the heat coming off his body, he felt so fucking warm. I should probably stop cursing so much I thought to myself. Its apparently not lady like, who would have thought. I roll my eyes. Looking up, I catch his eyes as he peers down at me. Even in the water he was still taller than me, even after the change. Fucking hell I'm doomed to be short for eternity, or the rest of my life. Whichever comes first.
He laughed out loud, I didn't know how he could find anything funny now, for all he knows he could very well drown out here. I mean it does he not think that I would let him. Dose he thinks that I would let him, would I let him drown I question myself do I want him to drown. I think I'm babbling, that's another thing I will be doing for the rest of my life also. Good to know that I'm still me somewhere in this body, that I still have at least one human trait from my old life. One thing that tells me I'm still just me.
I looked back at him, tilting my head slightly so that I could see all his face. I opened my mouth to tell him all about how he could drown out in the Pacific Ocean, after all eventually he would have to sleep and eat. Before I could he raised his hand to slick back the hair in his eyes and used the other to keep treading the water. The words died at the tip of my tongue, as I watched multiple water drops roll down his raised arm and down all the muscles that flexed with the action. As his arm was coming back down the sun light him across the face. He used the same hand to block out the sun from his eyes. Just because he was a shifter and had good eyesight didn't mean that he would like to stare into the rising sun.
God Damn It, Again with the fucking water. I shook my head slightly and then looked past him, I decided that if I was going to have a conversation with this shifter, I wouldn't be able to look at him. We need to get the fuck out of this water.
I just wanted to lick it off him. There my mind goes again, straight into the gutter, where apparently it belonged. We need to get him some clothes before I did something I would regret. After all I am an 18-year-old hyper emotional female newborn vampire, person or whatever. I wondered how he tasted. Would he taste like the sex and sin that he looks like or the savory molasses and cinnamon that he smelled like. Just thinking about how he would taste made the venom pool in my mouth. I wanted to lick every fucking inch of him. I wonder if he knew what I was thinking, could he smell the way my body reacted to him, even in the saltwater. I really hoped he can't, that would be so embarrassing, I barley know the fucking guy. But boy oh boy did I want to know him, in every way possible.
Shit, Shit, Shit, focus I snarled quietly to myself. "We need a plan" I finally spat out. Jesus, I don't think he knew how distracting he was to look at. All I wanted to do was look at him and watch the sun and water dance across his skin. I bit my lip. How I wish I could climb him like a tree. And then my thoughts are off again, thinking about how his hands will feel sliding up my legs to help me work my legs around his waist, the way his wet hair will feel sliding through my fingers.
He lifted his brow as if asking the question, we. "Yes we, seeing as you jumped off of the cliff with me, I would assume it's we" I pointed out to him.
"first, we need to get some clothes, for you and me. Next, we would need transportation," as I opened my mouth to continue listing the different things, we need right now, his stomach let out the most ungodly sound I have ever heard. Casting my eyes sideways in shock I continued listing out the half formed slightly thought out plan, "we also need money for food so that you can eat. We also need to figure out where we are sleeping, well where you are sleeping, you know, I do not sleep anymore. As I kept listing all the things we needed to figure out. I can feel my mind start to wander. And speeding off in different directions. I know my mouth is moving. But I am not sure if the words are still coming out. My mind is going in a thousand different directions. Like where we are going and how we are going to get the answers that we seek. I felt warmth engulf my cheeks. And as I blinked rapidly, I focused on his face, and his piercing silver eyes. He is saying something. I think I can see his mouth moving, but I am not sure. Focus. Focus. I need to focus. I shake my head slightly. Blink a couple more times. And then I stare, stare at him.
"I lost you". He says, your voice just kept getting higher and higher and faster. I need you to breathe. In and out with me. And. Deep breath out that's it, Breathe with me. Now slow down. And tell me what's wrong."
I could feel his thumbs brushing across my cheekbones and under my eyes. His hands, they were so large and warm, and they encompassed my entire face. And despite knowing that he could rip my head off my body with just tiniest movements of his arms and his hands. Despite knowing that, I did not feel scared. I knew I was not in danger. I knew he would never hurt me. Could never hurt me. Because it is the same way I feel about him. I gently rested my hands. On his broad shoulders. Drag my hands down softly, as if he were made of glass when he was the most precious thing. Down his arms over his muscles, I stared at him. It is like all I could ever do was stare at him. He was deceptively beautiful, and I wondered if he knew he short circuited my brain every time I saw him. Every time I blinked an eye, opened my eyes again and I saw his face. It was like seeing him for the first time all over again...
"The first thing "He rambled out in the deep bass Voice of his. "We need to figure out How far we've come. Since we jumped off that Cliff." I watched him as he Turn his head back in direction that we were coming from. And then I watched as he swung it in the opposite direction. Looking back at me. He spoke.
"I think the best course of action would be to double back from the way we came. Think about it, if we double back, we can get all of the stuff that you said we need." As bit my lip and chewed on it, I mulled over his idea. It was a good one. It was only the only one we had. Slowly and nodded my head. "I think that would be the best also. When we get on to dry land. We can figure it out from there. As I nodded my head. He let my face go and instantly I missed the warmth that came from him holding me. "Ready asks" I have. Back to the dogs I say. No offence or anything I add an after."
He just shakes his head at me. The direction that we need to go. "Let's go his craft voice says again. We have a lot to do. Not a lot of time to do it."