Chapter 12: Was Hast Du Mit Mir Gemacht
Comments: I apologize if the German title above isn't translated right but it means 'what have you done with me'. Or it should; I'm learning as fast as I can! Anyway, I wrote this chapter in like five minutes so forgive me again if things seem a little weird or rushed. They seem rushed to me but maybe I'm just paranoid.
Mood Song: Saku by Dir en Grey
I am afraid.
To come out of my office, to be more precise. And I really got to piss.
Because I know as soon as I walk out, Havoc will be breathing fire down my neck and yelling something along the lines of 'statutory rape is illegal' and Hawkeye would be off in a corner, her fingers fluttering at her holster in anticipation.
Damn trigger-happy wench.
So I'm stuck in my office with my 17-year old crush, who still has that adorable blush on his cheeks. "You didn't have to do that. I could've handled it. Now we have to pretend that we're dating," I tell him.
He frowns and looks away, crossing his arms over my shirt that is quickly becoming wrinkled. It gives him a bedraggled look. It's cute on him.
"You would like that, wouldn't you," he mutters, turning his eyes on me.
I would like that. Immensely so, but I'm not that much of a slob to voice it.
"It doesn't change anything between us," he continues, standing and crossing the room to stand in front of me.
I smile inwardly; he comes up to my chest. "Close your eyes," he murmurs, red dotting his cheeks once more.
"Why," I ask, amused.
"Just do it, Colonel Bastard."
"Okay, okay, pipsqueak."
I oblige and feel a hand on my shirt, dragging me down, pain shoots through my body as he knocks the wind out of me with his automail. And then something warm and soft is pressed against my lips. Edward moves his mouth cautiously over mine, his heady scent of peppermint and oil clouding my senses. I almost forget about the pain in my stomach. But before I can respond, he pulls away. His eyes flutter open and I can see his irises are a tad darker than normal.
"What was that for?" I murmur huskily. Wait, huskily? Since when has my voice been husky? Damn, when I fall, I fall hard.
"Practice," he replies innocently, " in case we have to do that in front of the others." e walks toward the door and opens it. "It doesn't mean anything," he mutters before shutting it behind him.
I smile to myself. He's wrong. Dead wrong.
It means something to me. It means the world to me.
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