omg wow I can't believe I wrote two in one day:) I hope you like it sorry if its a bit ... yeah :L I'm normally the kind of person who cringes even when people kiss at the cinema so I don't think this story will get too steamy don't worry :)

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Poppy

'Don't give your heart to no one Pops, your heart is your tool to break them, not to give yourself to them.'

'But Papa I wanna be friends with him. I wanna have normal friends and play outside like the other kids. I wanna be friends with Jonny. Why can't I be friends with him?'

'You can't be friends with him. You can't be friends with no one. How many times do I have to tell you this. All of my other children are being good. Why do you always have to be so naughty.'

'Honey don't be cruel to her, she just doesn't understand. Wha ... stop it that hurts, please stop I'm sorry ... just please stop ... please.'

'Don't go on her side. She's being a bad girl and she doesn't need encouraging.'

'Papa, I'm sorry I won't be friends with no one, I promise just don't hurt mama no more please. Papa please don't hurt her no more.'

'WHY DOES EVERYONE IN THIS FAMILY HAVE TO MAKE ME ANGRY.'

'Paa ... Paapa you're hurting me ... PAPA PLEASE DON'T HIT ME.'

'I don't want to hurt you Poppy, or your mum. But you just keep being naughty you see.'

I woke up in pitch dark, my head resting on an object that was too warm and solid to be my pillow. My pillow doesn't move up and down. Or talk.

'You talk in your sleep.'

How was it possible that I recognised that voice even though I had only heard it a couple of times?

My voice slurred with sleep, my inhibitions lowered as my brain was still foggy with dreams, I curled closer to the source of heat, mumbling questions about where I was and how I got there.

He laughed and wrapped strong arms around my waist. 'I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that.' He rested his head against mine and whispered in my ear. 'soulfinder'.

Well that woke me up.

I tried to push away from his chest but he anticipated my movement and pulled me closer to him, turning onto his side as he did, so that I couldn't wriggle free. He sighed after a second and pushed me slightly away from him. I immediately hugged my arms to my chest, missing the warmth of his chest.

'Poppy,'

So he knows my name now too.

'You have lots of questions. I do too, but you can go first.'

I stayed silent, debating whether I should make a break for it. I decided there was probably no point, he'd just catch me, like he did when we were wrestling.

I settled on a question. 'What's your name?'

In the darkness I couldn't see the amusement in his eyes at my choice.

'Tristan.'

It suited him perfectly, and before I knew it, the word had slipped out of my mouth. 'Tristan,' I muttered to myself.

Even through the darkness I could imagine the smirk that would be spread across his face and I silently cursed myself.

I cleared my throat in embarrassment. 'And you're a Benedict?'

'Yes.' He sounded surprised at that discovery on my part.

It happened again. 'Tristan Benedict ... oh shit.' I cursed aloud this time.

There was laughter in his voice and I cringed at how my emotions kept betraying me.

'Where am I?'

A light flicked on and I saw the layout of my blue themed bedroom, and cringed again as I saw how closely we were lying together on my double bed. He seemed to see me flinch and released me from his grip completely, allowing me to pull the duvet spread over us.

Tristan reached up and hit the light switch, plunging us into darkness again.

'How did I get here?'

Any humour in his voice was gone completely when he explained what happened to me. 'You passed out after our wrestling match, and so I carried you back here.' I could feel how much he wanted to hug me to him again, and I was surpised to find that I wanted him to.

STOP.

One thing was bugging me. 'How did you know where I lived?'

'I found your address on the back of your phone.'

I was becoming extremely cold, and so I attempted to edge my way closer to Tristan. He seemed to observe my intention and so pulled me onto his chest once more. I was becoming to comfortable with this kind of intimacy.

I braced myself for the gut wrenching feeling pain I knew I would feel when I asked him my next question. 'Why do you think I'm your soulfinder?'

He prised my fingers apart from each other and rested them a little distance away from each other, probably trying to protect me from breaking my hands by accident. His arms went straight around my waist again however afterwards.

'I don't think Poppy,' The way he said my name sent shivers up and down my spine, with a gentle lilt to it, and a lift with the y. 'I know.'

That burned my insides like hydrochloric acid. I clenched the material on the front of his tshirt and gasped in despair.

'Why would you say that? Why would you say you know that? Why would you want to say that to me? Why ...' My voice trailed into sobs and clung to Tristan as if he was my rock in the middle of the ocean, as he stroked my hair and whipered its ok in my ear.

When my sobs had reduced to just the occasional sniff, Tristan bent his head close to mine, whispering in my ear. 'I just want to try something.'

Being so close to him was making me forget why I was working so hard to push him away, and him whispering in my ear was not helping me try to remember. I attempted to clear my head, but I picked the wrong time, as he pulled me closer to him and then turned so that he was lying over the top of me, his strength preventing me from feeling any of his weight. I had no idea why I would ever have tried to push this boy away as he leaned his head closer to mine and brushed his lips against mine, waiting for me to pull away, and I could feel his surprise at my willingness turn into need as he deepened the kiss and forgot slightly to keep his weight off me, so that I could just feel the toned wall of muscle pressed against my stomach, and feel his body heat seeping through to me, raising a blush to my cheeks.

I threaded my hands into his hair, pulling his head closer towards me, a groan escaping from his lips as I did so, and he released more pressure of his weight onto me, before turning so that I was lying on top of him. He place a cool hand under my tshirt against the small of my back and as he pulled me even closer to him a gasp caught in my throat.

Keys jangled in a lock downstairs, but we were both so caught up in each other that we didnt notice.

He bit my lip gently and I began to -

BANG

We pulled apart, and I felt my cheeks redden in the dark, thankful that he couldn't see my blush. I was having difficulty remembering where I was, and Tristan was not helping as he pressed me closer to him again and began to lean in to kiss me again, not giving a shit about whether there was a possible murderer in my house.

Crap. That's where I was. And the bang downstairs was the front door opening as my mum and family came home from the ball. I didn't think that my Mum and Dad would take it too well if they discovered that I ditched the ball for a boy, let alone a Benedict boy.

But Tristan was lulling me into another kiss, with his sweet breath tickling my forehead as he tilted my chin up and melted my worries with his incredible eyes. I was beginning to forget about the possible threat again until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and pushed him away from me with all of my strength. That was not very much but he seemed to realise that something was wrong so he propped himself up on one elbow.

'Tristan you have to leave, my mum and dad are coming up the stairs right now and if they find out I have a boy in the room, I will never be allowed out of the house again.' I whispered desperately to him.

I could hear amusement in his voice as he murmered to me, 'Relax Poppy, I can just hide behind your bed.'

'No you have to leave, my Dad can sense where people are and who they are, and he would kill you. I think he probably actually would.'

See you soon.

His telepathic voice filled my head and I suddenly remembered why I had to push him away.

'Don't give your heart to no one Pops, your heart is your tool to break them, not to give yourself to them.'

Oh by the way the bit at the start was a conversation she was dreaming about that had happened when she was younger between her and her Dad and her Mum sorry if that was a bit confusing :D

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