Chapter Two - This feeling

"Edward?" Kim asked.

It seemed like a lengthy time that Edward had stayed silent. Kim knew he was thinking and even though he was 'apparently' a machine turned man. She was sure she could hear the mechanical cogs of his mind turning, thinking.

"Edward?" She asked again, this time coming close to his ear.

Edward slightly shivered as he felt an odd sensation travel down his side, his skin crawling. Edward looked into the blue eyes that had only, recently, started to sparkle, the first time, when Kim had danced in the ice.

Their faces were close and Kim noticed Edward's gaze darted all around her face, her eyes, her cheeks, her slightly frowned brow and her lips. His gaze stayed longer on her parted lips.

Kim licked her lips gently and Edward mimicked the action. A small smile would have appeared from Kim if she believed that time was on her side. Instead she parted her lips even more so and leaned to touch his lips. The kiss was slower this time and as Edward pushed his lips to hers, he felt the odd sensation of invasion. He opened his eyes and looked at Kim or at least tried to. Kim's eyes were shut. Edward frowned and parted his lips slightly. It was all Kim needed to progress the kiss and she did it gently. Edwards' mouth melted. His tongue lay still as his mouth got acquainted with her slick tongue trying to bring existence to his own. Eventually his tongue found a life of its own and he suddenly noticed how sweet her mouth and lips tasted. Edward closed his eyes and hadn't even noticed how close he was to Kim. Her arms had wrapped around his neck and her hips had ever so slightly tipped upwards to meet his. Even though his leather outfit protected his skin more so than a shirt or trousers, he could feel warmth from her and something in himself that he really didn't have a clue about. Their kiss had stared to become rougher but Edwards face was struggling to have as much force as Kim did with her body pressure. Edward bent in a little but found his spine keeping him straight making his scissors stay to the side of him, a good distance away from Kim's' hips. Eventually Kim ceased the kiss and looked up to Edward.

"What?" She asked confused.

Edward was about to speak but threw his hand gently in a 'look' gesture.

"You haven't hurt me yet."

The words stung Edward. Did Kim think eventually he would slice her for the hell of it as if he'd get a kick out of it? Or maybe she was starting to see how much of an outsider he was, incapable of love because of his hands that could mutilate?

"No." Kim answered in a desperate whisper.

Edward looked away from her, a realisation dawning in his mind.

"No." Kim repeated a bit more forcefully grabbing above his wrists and forced his scissors to hold her.

"See." She whispered into his chest, emotion flowing through her voice.

Edward felt a pang of guilt at making her sound upset as she'd been so happy a moment ago.

"Kim." Edward said softly. "I want to see you again, but I want help."

Edward moved away from her awkward embrace. "I want to get rid of these. I can lie for you, steal for you... but I can't lo.." Edward sighed.

Kim looked up to Edward who was repeatedly looking way from her face. She knew what he was about to say and it touched her heart. In a way she was desperate for him to say that he loved her. It proved that everything she'd given up, her own lies in her heart and Jim, were for a reason. She had this young man's love and it wasn't any young love, it wasn't even a girlfriend boyfriend kind, it was something else. She didn't know how much of things Edward knew about love, but by the lack of his kiss she knew he wasn't playing her a fool like Jim just to get in her knickers. A small smile crept on her lips at the idea of Edward slipping a cold blade under the waist band of her thong, the puny material sliding off in one smooth motion, unlike Jim's fumbling attempt of seduction. The last thought made her slightly scowl and by this point Edward suddenly frowned as he'd been watching her secret smile appear.

"Oh no err." Kim muttered shaking her voice away and swallowing her scowl, relaxing her face to shine her beauty once more.

A cold breeze rattled the rafters and Edward and Kim both looked up to the dark sky, a few stars twinkling down on them.

"At least this place has a good view."

Edward stood silent still looking up at the sky. "It would be nicer to enjoy it else where."

"Are you kidding?" Kim suddenly spoke, walking a distance and turning around in joy. "I mean, look, we're at the highest point around to look at the stars. No ones around here, you have a hell of a house, if not a little on the derelict side, but tonight I don't just have the stars or the sky, I have you." The words were cheesy in her mind but to her ears, they sounded like crystal.

To Edward's ears, they sounded like the most precious thing in the world. Did Kim want to stay with him? She had a warm home, a loving family back in Suburbia and yet it seemed her words meant more.

"You want to stay in the mansion? Your family will want to know where you are."

"Edward I don't care! Not tonight." At her words Edward watched her approach in her stained dress. Once upon a time, the inventor had told a story about an angel in a biblical story something about delivering a message to an important woman. He couldn't remember what it was about but all he remembered was the beauty and the presence of the angel. Right now he saw a vision of an angel and wondered if it was Kim to deliver him justice for his robbed hands. He now knew what an outsider he was and knew the value of 'normal'. Others had said he was unique and special but he couldn't see anything special about himself. He wasn't sure about God or religion but a question played in his mind to the powers beyond. Why? Why him? Why did some crazy inventor 'make' him from a machine instead of producing a real child the 'normal' way? The inventor had once told a tale of a wooden boy and suddenly he felt a connection with the child called Pinocchio who wasn't a real boy. Edward played the tale in his mind and sighed as the story did have a happy ending and the boy became real. A quick glance at his hands proved he wasn't in a fairy tale.

"Edward?" Kim asked again noticing what looked like pain on his face.

"Fairy tales." Edward muttered.

Kim smirked, her own little joy was stories.

"Maybe if I was in one, things would be different soon."

"No one knows what's around the corner."

"Where?"

"No, I mean, just, stuff, like what's going to happen and things. We just don't know. Maybe something will happen but for the moment, live for it."

"Huh?"

"It's what my mom says, live for the moment."

"What kind of life do I have to live for?"

"The one that has me in it." Kim smiled.

Edward took her words and smiled walking closer to Kim. Kim looked up and Edward noticed her eyes were smiling with what seemed mischief and something else. A grin suddenly grew on the corners of his thin lips which made Kim's smile grow bigger.

"What are you smirking for?"

"I don't know?" Edward replied earnestly. He noticed Kim's' lips were parted with anticipation, her smile still lingering around her pearly teeth. Edward wasn't sure but he knew that when she smiled in that kind of way, it was one of the motions that made him feel funny. A funniness that he really couldn't explain. There was still things to be learnt about outside the mansion walls and yet he felt deep in his heart, the things that crave in him could be learnt with the person standing before him.

Kim leant into another kiss with a smile on her face. They placed their lips briefly on each others and stopped to look at one another to see who had stopped smiling. In a burst of courage and no apprehension, Edward placed his arms tightly around Kim's waist, pulling her closer to him that they ever been. He carefully pointed his blade fingers away from her back and used his forearms to gain a more firm grasp. Kim gasped almost inaudible and their kisses sprung to life. Kim reached for Edwards face, holding it a second before caressing a thumb or finger tips over his scarred cheeks, feeling the crinkly, yet smooth flesh. Her kisses started to trail below his cheek, beside his lips. They travelled into his jaw and onto his neck as one hand gripped his upper arm and another trailed to his lower back, pressing his body into hers. Edward closed his eyes at the firm contact and sighed contently. The noise was registered as much more than a sigh in Kim's ears and a smirk appeared between her kisses as she felt something hard press against her thigh. This was no sigh; it was a noise of satisfaction. Edward bent his head to catch her kisses and the move worked. He smiled at her before he caught her lips in a fierce kiss that wasn't too harsh. It was the boldest Kim had seen Edward in their kisses and suddenly Kim was curious as to know how quickly Edward was picking up his techniques. Edward was in bliss. Never had he been so happy with physical contact. The only other woman who had been against his body was that ghastly Joyce from the neighbourhood. He's never felt so repulsed until that day. It wasn't that her youth wasn't still with her to a degree, but the fact she lay upon him, her eyes glazed over as if wanting something that only he could give her made him feel sick. He hadn't seen that kind of look on anyone but it did send a curious but not primal urge, completely the other way. He noticed how her body pressed against his and he felt her hot womanhood press against his own un-fascinated manhood. He supposed that Joyce would have assumed he'd be feeling how he was feeling now. Butterflies swirled in his stomach and he felt all his blood drain from his face, racing down between his legs.

Kim was starting to feel that growing heat that would rise in her lower belly at the prospect of intimacy. The strange thing was nerves flowed into the pit of her stomach as well. The nerves didn't make her feel sick but every now and then she felt her body tremble to Edward's lips. Her friends would have laughed, but in honesty, her nerves came from a hidden secret from her friends. Her beauty was sold to a 'jock' and thus her status was secure because of her looks. If only they'd known Kim Boggs, the flirty, charismatic, cheerleader, was still a virgin. She was sure Jim never told anyone as it would have dubbed him a loser for 'hanging on' and 'waiting for the time', but Jim knew a prize when he saw one and wasn't going to let Kim go without a price. The prospect of Jim getting his 'own van' was the thing that started to tell Kim that he was getting impatient and this spooked her. If a girl wanted to wait, why couldn't she? In a way, she didn't want to be branded a 'slut' although she already had that name as she was a cheerleader. Her friends never knew she hadn't done it, assuming she'd slept with Jim, but her virginity was something that felt like it should be kept for and deep in her heart, the idea was cherished. She wasn't in on the idea of waiting to get married and losing it. She'd never know if that was going to be in fifty years or so? Losing it to gain a child was the picture perfect idea, but perhaps the fairy tale dream of saving it for her 'prince' was always in her mind more so. It was just a shame you never met nice boys in Suburbia. Kim looked up to Edward and corrected her last sentence, her smile once more appearing on her lips. Edward blinked as he noticed the same look appear on Kim's face as had once been on Joyce's.