It wasn't like when I'd been knocked out by the berserker, or when we the aerosol wolfsbane rendered us unconscious in Mexico. The dart that had been injected into my neck was for the soul purpose of putting me to sleep, and that's how it felt. Asif I'd fallen asleep back home, curled either within or around Malia's body, in my bed, in my room. Where it was safe, and where I could dream freely knowing that no one could harm us.
Now it was different, I was in a new realm where my uncertain subconscious was left to roam freely amongst the thoughts it had divulged. It was dark, it was grim, but there was one small factor that kept me going, something that within all the possible dangers that lurked in my memory, managed to create a glimpse of bravery inside my chest; determination to succeed. Her scent.
When my eyes finally opened to reveal reality, it was practically pitch black. I was still in the car, in the exact same position as before, but all except for one person were missing. Slowly, I lifted my head out of Malia's shoulder, raising both hands to rub at my eyes, making sure I was definitely awake, and that this wasn't another cruel trick that my subconscious was playing on me.
As I blinked rapidly, attempting to clear my hazed vision, I looked out of the windscreen, and at the house in front of us, where golden lights were shining against the curtains, creating dark silhouettes of the people inside. This is the place I used to call home.
It was strange, being back here, to see everything the same way I'd left it. It was all too familiar. Even down to my bike being leant up against the side of the garage; and the slight crack in the window from a session of out-of-school lacrosse. God, my dad nearly killed me for that.
Chuckling slightly from all the memories, I looked to the girl at my side. She had shifted slightly so that her back was against the car door, her head resting against the window. Her eyes were open though, watching me, with a rather serious expression on her face.
"How come you're still-" She cut me off before I had a chance to finish my question.
"What the hell was that back there?" She fired back, not necessarily angry, but she seemed frustrated at most. "You nearly died!" She raised her arms into her chest to match the expression she wore. Cross.
At first, I stumbled for words, not really understanding why she was so upset. "I bought you guys' time to get to the car." I replied nervously, turning my body around to face her, hoping I'd said the right thing.
She bit her lip, and I could faintly see her eyes well up, just then noticing how red they were. She'd already been crying. She paused for a few moments before speaking, as if she was playing it all back in her mind. "I watched him knock you to the ground…" She spoke at volume barely above a whisper, "and he took out his knife, he was ready to drive it into your chest…" She looked up at me, leaning up slightly from the support of the door, and the pain in her eyes was clear to see. "I was sitting there, waiting for you to move, thinking that it would be okay, he'd get up and he'd fight…" I couldn't bear to look into her eyes any longer, and instead I looked anywhere else, my eyes flittering between the windows and the floor, but she drew me back in when she raised her voice to a shout, "But you just closed your eyes! And if I hadn't had been there you'd be dead!"
As I looked back at her, tears were spilling down her cheeks, and I realised that I couldn't take that look of pain any longer. So I was brave, raising a hand to cup her cheek, wiping away a stray tear, I moved slightly closer, giving her the most reassuring look I could muster up.
"Hey," I cooed, lifting my other hand to rest on the opposite cheek, forcing her to look at me. "It was the wolfsbane, I promise." I smiled a little as she brought her hands up to rest on my wrists, brushing small circles across them with the tips of her thumbs. "And I promise that, when I'm not being drugged up on anti-werewolf poison, I will never leave you, ever." I rested my forehead against hers, our noses brushing together slightly as she smiled that smile.
Unable to hold back any longer, I pressed my lips to her, so gently that they barely connected, yet it felt like time stopped altogether. She pulled back momentarily, still so close that our lips brushed together when she whispered, "Promise?"
I dropped my hands down to her waist, smoothing out her jacket where it had creased, letting a small laugh pass my lips. I took another deep breath, looking her straight in the eyes, and hers stared back, reflecting perfectly the lust that I felt. "Promise." I replied firmly, my warm breath tingling against her slightly parted lips, and they quivered in response.
Impatient hands were suddenly latching onto the front of my shirt, pulling me roughly into a kiss, hauling me body up against hers. Her lips were hungry on mine, desperate for contact as her tongue invaded my mouth, reminding me slightly of the cotton candy we'd shared earlier on the pier, that same sweet taste.
As our mouths moved together, everything escalated quickly. Malia's clutch on my shirt had grown so strong that I feared she'd rip it straight off before long; and my hands… Well, I couldn't keep them still. I roamed whatever I could find, stomach, back, thigh- anything. And she didn't mind, every now and then letting slip a seductive moan into my mouth, which was even more arousing.
But then it all had to stop. She quickly broke away from my touch, an alarmed, but still satisfied look on her face. "Your mom… She comes out to check on us about every twenty minutes." I nodded in understanding but didn't care, I was far too turned on to stop here.
I leant forward again, going for her lips, but she dodged, throwing her head to the side; so instead I took to her neck, laying wet, sloppy kisses along her collarbone. As if it were a reflex thing, she burrowed her mouth in my shoulder, stifling a series of small moans, but giggling at the same time.
She sat up once more, an incredulous smile on her face, "Tyler, we're not having sex in this car."
Finally giving in I dropped back into my seat, sighing deeply to express my discontent. Then I remembered her line, mocking her, "So you don't want to have sex with me?" I mimicked in a high pitched, girly tone grinning mischievously at the end. She scoffed, and turned to click open the handle of the door, stopping right before she pushed on it.
"It's not that I don't want to," She came right close again, her lips brushing softly against my neck, "In fact, I'd love to." She spoke in as seductive a tone as possible whilst running her fingertips against my chest; and it got my heart racing. But once again, the contact was lost far too soon, and she hopped out of the door, laughing to her hearts content.
"Tease!" I mumbled as I shimmied my way out of the seat, meeting her at the front door. I stopped momentarily to brush a stray hair out of her face, before turning back and reaching for the handle on the door.