Lost In Time Chapter 16

"Hey stranger," a deep voice said behind her. Sophie turned around, startled but then relaxed when she saw Keefe behind her.

"Are you supposed to be from my nightmares?" Sophie chuckled, noticing his all black outfit with a cape lined with silver.

"You know, that's exactly what I was trying to achieve. Now let me guess what you are."

He stepped back, admiring Sophie's white dress covered in sparkly gold patterns scattered everywhere. The top went off her shoulders and to her wrists. It was an A-line dress, with the skirt poofing out at the bottom.

"I got it!" he said after a minute or two. Taking two steps closer to her, he whispered in her ear. "You're the lady of my dreams," then leaned back to where their noses were touching. Sophie couldn't say anything, she was too focused on how close he was to her. "Oooo look at that, I made Foster speechless?" Keefe said, taking one step backwards. He loved making Sophie blush, but he didn't want to cross a line.

"I-er-what?" she managed to mumble when she regained control. Keefe just winked and finger gunned away, leaving Sophie's heart a gooey mess. "Glad he can't hear my thoughts," she remarked to herself, but then remembered he could read her emotions, which was even worse.

Groaning, she kept wandering around the room, constantly checking her ring in case she came across an elf. "Okay Foster, you need to relax," Keefe said, walking back up to her, and were those champagne glasses in his hand?! "Um, we are underage Keefe," when he offered her one. Keefe rolled his eyes. "Relax, it's just sparkling apple cider, I know how much of a rule follower you are." Sophie slowly took it, still eyeing Keefe warily.

"I am relaxing, but I'm also on a mission." she responded, taking a sip of her drink. "Speaking of, I think I'll get a better response closer to the door." Sophie started to walk away when Keefe grabbed her hand. "I don't think you know what relaxing is. Let's dance," he said, grabbing her drink and setting it down on a nearby table. He then dragged her towards where the band was playing. "Alright Foster, show me how to two-step," he said, raising his hands up in the air. Sophie had to laugh, finally putting away her responsibilities for just a moment. "Okay one dance, but that's it," she said caving in to Keefe's pleas.

"So you first put this hand here, and then hold my hand with the other," she said, guiding his right hand to her waist and grabbed his left. "And then just move back and forth," Sophie said, looking back at him. Keefe was staring at her with a tiny smile.

Goodness, his eyes have never been that blue, had they? And when had her stomach start to get butterflies? Sophie felt a warm blush find its way to her cheeks, and quickly looked away.

"I-wow you learned quickly!" she remarked when Keefe started spinning her around the floor. He smiled, looking around the room. "I actually do know how to dance, but it's fun having you teach me things." He then looked back at her with those sparkly blue eyes. Her heart beat fast as Keefe said "You look stunning, Foster." Blushing, Sophie put her head on his chest, noticing his heart was beating as fast as hers.

Sophie had to admit, she really enjoyed being like this with Keefe. More than one song passed as they danced again and again. For a moment she was happy, knowing everything was going to be alright while she was in Keefe's arms. Looking up at him, her eyes met his. "Sophie," he murmured as his face got closer and closer. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and all she wanted to do was kiss him. Time slowed as she started to lean forward when a voice appeared in her head.

"Stop Sophie," she heard herself say. Any happiness she felt was replaced by fear. "You're unmatchable, you'd ruin his life," the voice said again and Sophie stepped away from Keefe. She ran towards the door as he called after her. Memories of what happened with Fitz came flooding back to her; she couldn't do that to Keefe.

"Unmatchable, unmatchable," she whispered to herself. When she finally got outside, only a few seconds passed when she suddenly heard heavy breathing behind her. "Wow you're a fast runner," Keefe wheezed as Sophie turned around.

"You weren't supposed to follow me!" she yelled at him. Putting up his hands, he stepped closer to Sophie. "I followed you because I know what you're thinking and it doesn't matter." When she relaxed a little bit, he took another step and put down his hands. "I don't care that you're unmatchable, I'm already hated for being a known leader of the black swan. Also, I hate my last name, so I'd gladly take yours."

Sophie eyed him suspiciously, what he said made sense, but still.

"Literally Foster I've been waiting years for you to finally discover your true feelings, and now you did, but you keep coming up with excuses to not be with me." Keefe took one last step towards her. "Stop doing that."

Before Sophie could respond, he pulled her into a kiss. Her instinct was to break away, but Keefe had wrapped his arms around her tightly. She was about to kiss him back when he pulled away. "I kinda love you, Foster." he whispered, "I forgot to tell you that day when you saved me." Sophie couldn't respond, her voice failing her. Keefe just smiled, leaning to kiss her again. This time she was ready when his lips met hers. She closed her eyes as the whole world disappeared. "I'm kissing Keefe, and he's kissing me," her thoughts screamed, but it was okay. Somehow, everything fell into place when she was in his arms. "Keefe," she whispered as they broke away. Her eyes felt heavy, and she was longing for him to pull her close again. Sophie leaned in for another kiss when a buzz came from her ring. "An elf," they said, quickly separating to find out who appeared. Linh and Wylie ran over only a few moments later.

"Biana, Dex, and Tam are looking around inside. Fitz and Marella are at the festival. Have you found them?" Linh said as she surveyed outside. Suddenly a deep laugh came from behind them. "I think you're looking for this elf. How are you enjoying 1470?" the voice said. All four gasped in horror. There, standing in front of them, was Alvar.

Author's Note: For those of you that watch Miraculous Ladybug, does anyone else think Chat Noir and Keefe are kinda the same? Or is that just me? Also MY SHIP AHH TEAM FOSTER-KEEFE :)