A/N: Heyyyy so I can't believe I didn't end the last chapter on a cliff-hanger, I think I leave this one on another but I'm not sure :)
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Chapter 13: TELL ME!
When Jamie came back with her phone, she thanked him and unlocked it. Jamie sat down next to her as she read that she had three missed calls from Jem and one from her mum. She decided to call Jem first because then at least the girls could leave, not that she didn't love them but would it hurt for some alone time with Jamie? That and she wanted to know who the girl in the drawings were.
She pressed the call button and Jem answered on the first ring. "Jem?" she asked and she heard him take a deep breath and say "Cris are you alone?" his voice was raspy and deeper than normal; Cris was suddenly struck by the question. "No, why?" She asked. Jem seemed to sigh with relief, "Good," he breathed and to answer her question he says "You need someone to protect you," Cris started to get worried then a bit annoyed, she didn't need protecting, she could do just fine by herself "Why, James why do I need to be protected?" Everyone looked at her sympathetically, at her tone.
He breaths ruggedly "Look Cris, I'm not going to lie to you" Jem says in a small voice. "Then don't" Cris nearly shouts down the phone. "Cris," he starts but pauses as if psyching himself up to say this "Two men have been spotted near your house, one of them apparently looks like the attacker," Jem says lightly as if not trying to provoke a reaction. Of course it doesn't work "But, my mum, what's going to happen to her, she can't get in this mess because of me," Cris mutters under her breath and bordering on hysteria. Cris doesn't even bother to say good bye as she hangs up. Anxiety, worry and guilt flood through her almost leaving her incapable. She presses the call button and waits for her mum to pick up, she taps her foot nervously against the floor. When her mum picks up Cris immediately shouts "Mum, are you alright, has anything happened?" the words come out too quickly but luckily her mum is used to Cris speaking fast, as the feels have often left her blubbering, her mum seems to be able to decipher the nonsense now.
"Yr wyf yn iawn, clywais am beth ddigwyddodd." Her mother said, matter of factly. Cris relaxed knowing her mother was alright and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, it calmed her that she spoke in Welsh and Cris had no clue why.
"Crisiant, sut dach chi? Ydych chi'n iawn?" she asks with worry lacing her words. "Rydw i'n iawn. Dim ond goes sydd wedi torri a thipyn o ben tost," Cris answers making out as if it were nothing. But her mother doesn't truly believe her and says "Cyhyd ag y bo yr ydych yn iawn, fe gadael chi iddi. Fod yn ddiogel Crisiant,"
Cris smiled at this, although Cris didn't want her to worry, it was nice to know that she cared. "Gwnaf, yr wyf yn addo," Cris' mum gave a sigh of relief after the promise that Cris would be alright.
"Crisiant, just to tell you I'm staying at a hotel and I don't intend to go near there, or let you anywhere in the vicinity, until the guy has been caught, okay?" She knew her mother was telling the truth and this made a small smile press on her lips. "Okay," Cris answered "Wrth fy modd ichi, mam."
Cris knew she liked it when Cris called her 'mum' and to Cris it didn't matter that she was her adoptive mother because she had been like a real one for more than Cris could remember. "Rydw i'n dy garu di hefyd," she said and Cris hung up.
She sighed and leaned her head on Jamie's shoulder. "Is she alright?" Tessa asked curiously. The corners of Cris' mouth turned up as she said "Yeah, she went to stay in a hotel, so she'll be fine," The girls seemed to visibly relax.
"Why do you have to speak in Welsh? It makes it so hard to eavesdrop," Maia complained and Cris laughed and yawned. "Any way I think we should leave now it's late," Tessa said the three of them standing up in unison and walked out the door after hugging Cris good bye.
Then it was Cris and Jamie left alone once again.
"Come on, let's go to bed" Jamie says softly picking Cris up. As he walks into his bedroom she wonders where they're going to sleep. To answer her thoughts Jamie sets her down on the bed and says "You can take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor," Cris looks at him to see if he's joking but he looks at her with all the seriousness in the world.
"I can't take your bed, that's not fair, it's your room, your house," she says, hanging her legs off the edge of the bed about to get up but Jamie simply swings her back on the bed. "But I've already been intrusive by staying in your house, I don't want to be even more so by taking your bed,"
Jamie turns to her and sits down next to her on the bed. He turns and looks at Cris in the eye, Cris can't help but notice there is now so little space between them. "Cris," he starts, his voice barely a whisper and Cris can feel his breath against her skin. "You can never be intrusive to me, you are welcome here whenever," Cris smiles at this, his eyes are shimmering and the gold seems prominent.
"Cris, in fact you don't know how happy I was when you wanted to stay with me," he gives of a nervous laugh and continues "Don't ever think you could be intrusive because you can intrude all you like as long as it's with me," His eyes look so vulnerable and he closes them and sighs.
He was about to get up when Cris grabs his hand and pulls him back down towards her "Bene, perché non ho intenzione di lasciare qualunque momento presto," Cris says whispering it in to his ear, he gives of a ragged sigh. "You know it's so sexy when you speak Italian, it gets hard for me to breathe" he breaths, ironically, and Cris smiles and bites her bottom lip.
She can feel the restraint inside of him as he looks at her. She feels his eyes searching hers and then they gaze down to her lips. She leans in and her lips clash with his, she feels all the restraint leave him as they kiss.
Electricity runs through her veins as he pulls her forward by her waist so that they are pressed together. She moves so that she is sitting on his lap and she runs her hands down his back which makes him shiver.
They seem to melt together, their lips move in sync and she bites his bottom lip which makes him groan. He tastes like mint and apple and as she notices this the kiss intensifies.
She pulls back for breath but he leans in again. She allows him one more kiss and she pulls away again. "Hai detto che si sarebbe posteriore destra," she says teasingly and he groans but laughs anyway.
"Tease," he says smiling as he gets up off the bed. "Now, you don't get to see my beautiful drawings," He said mischievously and takes all the drawings of the girl as different characters off the wall.
"No!" Cris nearly shouts and stands up to reach out for the pictures but she completely forgot about her broken leg and she falls to the ground. But before she touches the ground Jamie catches her and he says with a smirk "Hey, don't be embarrassed you're not the first one to faint at the sight of my beauty," Cris scoffs at this as he sets her back down on the bed but she can't help but smile.
"Ha ha" Cris says sarcastically and she reaches out for the drawings but he pulls them back again. "Such artwork deserves payment" He smirks as he says that and there's a glint in his eyes. "Oh, I thought I just gave you it," Cris innocently replies.
Jamie gives a small laugh and says "No artwork like this deserves a higher price," Cris pulls him towards her by his tie, since they are still in their school uniform, and whispers seductively "Oh well then I better pay up," Jamie just nods as if he is unable to speak.
As their lips touch again sparks seem to fly, the effect of it didn't lessen as they kissed. This time it is more slow and patient. Jamie's lips move off hers and he leaves a trail of hot soft kisses on her jaw and down her neck. She gasps as he kisses along her collar bone and her hands grasp the back of his shirt, bunching it up in her hands.
She throws her head back as he pushes her so that she is lying on the bed. He moves over her so that he is straddling her waist as he continues to kiss he neck and collar bone. Cris gasps as he does this, this causes her to mover her hands up his shirt so that she touches the skin of his back. She moves her hands over the taught muscles and spine of his back.
He shivers and groans against her. Then suddenly a phone rings, they pause at this. She takes her hands from underneath his shirt and pressed them against his chest so that he moves off her. "Come on payment has been delivered" she says smiling at his reaction to the interruption. He has a scowl printed on his mouth and he groans, one of annoyance but she could see a smile in his eyes at her comment.
The phone continues ringing and they realise its Jamie's as Cris left hers in the other room. Jamie angrily picks up the phone and presses the answer button without checking who it was. "Hello," he says with annoyance. "How did you get this number?" he growls. Cris sits up and looks to him in curiosity and anxiety, whoever it was, Jamie wasn't happy to be talking to them.
"I don't know where…" At this he is cut off, his voice is low in a sort of snarl. She was about to open her mouth and ask if he was okay when he turns to look at her his face is indifferent but his eyes show anger and protectiveness. This makes her close her mouth again and he presses his index finger to her lips as he mouths 'No'.
Suddenly Jamie's expression turns to one of shock and he drops the phone. He turns to her "Cris you've got to go, now!" he almost shouts at her. "What, why?" Cris questions, confusion filling her voice. "They know where you are!"
Translations:
Welsh:
Yr wyf yn iawn, clywais am beth ddigwyddodd. – I am fine, I heard about what happened
sut dach chi? Ydych chi'n iawn? – How are you? Are you alright?
rydw i'n iawn. Dim ond goes sydd wedi torri a thipyn o ben tost. – I'm fine just a broken leg and a bit of a headache
Cyhyd ag y bo yr ydych yn iawn, fe gadael chi iddi. Fod yn ddiogel – As long as you're fine, I'll leave it. Be safe
Gwnaf, yr wyf yn addo – yes, I promise
Wrth fy modd ichi, mam. – I love you, Mum
rydw i'n dy garu di hefyd. – I love you too
Italian:
Bene, perché non ho intenzione di lasciare qualunque momento presto. – Good because I'm not going to leave any time soon.
Hai detto che si sarebbe posteriore destra – You said that you'd be right back
