Time: 6:43 pm EST
Sorry this one is so short guys. It's been a busy several months of school. Also, people who have been keeping up with this story have likely been waiting for this moment (yay JxC!) so I wanted to make sure it flowed okay and wasn't too sappy. Also, if it's NOT sappy enough, let me know. This hopefully won't be the last time ;) and I want to supply the demand!
Speaking of which, I have been reading a lot of my old stuff to make sure that I stay consistent. I am wondering for any of those who have read my old stuff, if you like my old style better or my new style (because there is a definite difference). Unfortunately, I feel that most of my newer stuff is not as syrupy-sweet and heart-throbbing as my old stuff was, but I like to think of it because there was a significant shift in the story. Idk, if people want me to go back to the old way, drop a message to me and I can work on it. I want people to be satisfied with the story in addition to my own wants!
But to all the people supporting this story, old and new, thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read this. If you drop a review it will fuel me to write the next one! 3
Disclaimer: Jimmy Neutron nor Cindy Vortex are mine. Unfortunate indeed.
I had a feeling that I wasn't often found to be lost for words. Yet here I was, legs numb, fingers casting blue flames, and my mouth open….without any words coming out. His face had halted inches from mine and I could feel the weight of his last words rolling over me like a sunny day.
But one of us had to break sooner or later, and I had more questions than him at this point.
"How are you here?" I whispered, still gazing up at him.
He looked at me intently, choosing what he disclosed carefully.
"An untraceable pod," he said.
Was it just me or was his voice getting deeper each time he spoke?
I took a deep breath in. "Does anyone else know you're on board?" For the love of Newton, please don't let anyone know.
"No."
Was he wearing cologne? Why does he smell so good?
I took a step back. His eyes seemed to ignite at my actions, as if I were challenging him. His face was slightly illuminated from below by a soft blue light that was rolling like waves across his neck and chin.
I willed my palms to stop itching. I looked down, finding my hands were engulfed. I shook them, taking another step back. I felt overwhelmed at what was happening with my fire.
Why couldn't I control it?!
He closed the two steps between us and covered both of my hands with his, silently. He cupped them in front of me, between our chests.
I attempted to pull away, "no," I hissed, "you'll get burnt!"
He simply closed his eyes, breathing in once and releasing that same breath slowly. I felt immediate release of my itching and looked down to find that the fire had been extinguished. His warm hands continued to engulf mine and I didn't have the desire to remove them. His hands, as well as mine, were as right as day, not a burn mark in sight. I felt a flush creep up over my face, an emotion I hadn't felt since I was last with him.
I couldn't look him in the eye just yet.
"You," I started, "You did this once before. When I first woke up. How?"
He was quiet for a while. Our silence in the dark brought forth other senses. I could hear his breathing pattern, feel the calluses under his fingers, feel the warmth that was radiating off of his close proximity. All of them made my stomach flutter.
It made me want something more.
Just when I didn't think he was ever going to speak, he brought a hand up and traced my jawline with his thumb. A shiver trickled its way down my spine and I had to force myself not to grin from how good it felt.
"Shortly before you were captured, I started performing some of the experiments on myself. I knew they were going to come for me eventually, and I felt that having two fighters was better than just you being by yourself." He paused here, his thumb running over a scar on my cheek, slowly. "But, I had used a bit of your DNA to help manifest the results, given how great yours turned out. But, for some reason I ended up with something different."
He looked me in the eye, his face whimsical, "It's almost as if mine was made to be your opposite. You create the matter, and I am there to help the matter return to its original building blocks. At least that's the only purpose I've found for it yet."
He dipped his head down, forcing me to look him in the eye. "We are two halves to a whole Cindy."
My heart was pounding and I feared I would become electric if I didn't get away soon.
"Cindy," he said so softly that I was unsure whether he actually said it. I looked at him anyways. His eyes were a mix of gentle and purposeful. And they were focused on me and me alone.
He came closer still, eye-to-eye. "Cindy, I still want to know the answer to my question." He seemed to pause for dramatic effect, "are the things Sheen said about you true too?"
Something inside of me unlocked.
All of the thoughts swirling inside my head finally came to a halt and the buzzing of sensations filled the emptiness. My soberness was being filled with another type of drug. With my hand in his, I didn't feel the itchiness despite knowing how many emotions were building up inside of me right now.
I opened my mouth to speak, but a dry rasp came out. I swallowed and tried again. The entire time he was watching me, his eyes smoldering in the blue light. I could feel the heat pooling into me, settling into my abdomen. In less than 10 seconds it was going to fill me up and I was going to overflow.
"I-," my voice was quiet, the air bouncing off his lips, "I don't know. I can't remember-."
"Stop," he warned.
I stopped.
He pulled back and looked down at my hand in his.
I was shaking.
Why am I shaking?
He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Opening them once again he led me to the cot that was my bed and we sat. His hand never left mine throughout this.
He was staring intently at the floor now, lost in thought.
I soaked up the darkness, the warmth of his body next to mine and the sound of my heartbeat.
Finally, he turned to me, his eyes ablaze. I couldn't read the emotion on his face. Shadows play across his face.
"I know you can't remember. But Cindy…" he said quietly, "You are more than your past self."
My breathing slowed.
He continued. "I know there are things that are unfair that I can remember about our past that you can't. But-but when I lost you…" he closed his eyes and took in a haggard breath, "It was like I was completely unmade. I didn't know what to do other than find you. Like, it wasn't even an option for me to even consider not finding you."
His eyes opened and I was stunned to find that the look on his face was one of such torture.
Without even thinking my hand moved on its own and cradled his face. He closed his eyes again and leaned into it. He shifted and pressed his lips against my palm and I don't think I've ever felt such fire in the pit of my stomach. He grabbed it with his free hand and secured it against his cheek once more. The pained expressed didn't leave his face.
"And-and," he started again, "I told myself that I would get you back to normal. To right the wrong I had done by getting you tangled in this mess. But…"
His eyes bore into mine. "When I lost you again….I realized it didn't matter. I don't care if you are unable to remember anything. You are still who you have always been and who you always were meant to become. Who am I to choose one version of you?"
He reached across the gap and wiped away something from my cheek. I brought a shaking hand up to my face and felt hot liquid streaming towards my chin. My breathing intensified as my mind swirled with the understanding of what he was saying.
He doesn't care if I can remember.
He wants me, not my past self.
Me.
I locked eyes with him, the fire in my gut rising up to my chest. I brought my face close to his once more and leaned my forehead and nose against his. I heard him take in a sharp, shaky breath and then sigh in utter delight as I dug my hands into his wild hair. I felt a spike of pleasure shoot through me at how I was the one bringing forth these mutual feelings.
His breathing anxious, he spoke lower and shakier than before, "Can you choose this version of me too?"
With that I let out a cracked laugh and smothered his mouth shut with mine.
My body ignited. Surely, I was covered in flames, but I wasn't about to open my eyes to check.
And his arms were around me, pulling me down on top of him and I was pushing harder into his body, aligning my contour to his. A noise rose up from deep within him as his hands were hot on my body. I wanted him to repeat that noise more than anything and lightening quick I moved my lips along his jawline and down his neck. A ragged breath escaped him as I came back to his mouth. His damp hands were on the back of my sweaty neck, tugging the collar down and firmly holding me against him.
I may not have my memories, but my body hadn't lied to me yet. And it told me that he had been waiting for this as much as I had.
I grinned against his lips.
"We still need to get that tumor out of your brain before it pushes on any vital areas," he breathed between kisses, "but even if your memories don't return I'll still be infatuated with you."
"You think too much," I wheezed, fumbling with the ridiculous buttons on his shirt. I needed his skin to cool mine down.
He laughed at this.
"Only when I'm with you," he carefully plucked my shaking hands from his shirt and brought them up to his mouth, kissing the knuckles that I had used just this morning to beat a life-like mannequin to a pulp. Fake blood had been everywhere.
His eyes shined from beneath his lashes and he got a wicked grin on his face. Suddenly I found myself on the bottom now being smothered in kisses trailing up my neck. "Please," he whispered in my ear, sending my pulse skyrocketing, "please don't ever leave me again."
I couldn't speak. Only nod.
Had I ever felt this whole? This complete?
I could feel his lips curl into a smile against my neck, "Here's to never looking back, then."
Before I could sputter anything out a bang exploded at my door and the heavy metal blew inwards.
