The Kiss
Disclaimer: All Cassandra Clare's.
Suddenly she bumped into me; reflexively I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her from falling over. She turned round to look at me; her mouth open ready to apologise. And without consciously meaning to do it, my mouth collided with hers.
I was just as shocked as she was. My mouth was frozen in surprise and my ears were buzzing. My father's voice chanted angrily in my head:
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!It was fading slowly, as if it knew it was fighting a losing battle. Suddenly my resistance snapped and with one smooth movement I put my arms around her, and pulled her closer. Her mouth opened and she pulled herself closer still, winding her fingers in my hair. I could feel the heat of her body, the smoothness of her skin. I wanted nothing more than to stay like this for eternity.
In some small part of my brain, the only part that was able to string together coherent thoughts I realised we were being watched. I felt a fluttering past my ear and with a cry of surprise I realised it was Hugo. That meant Hodge was not far behind. I pulled my lips away from Clary's although I kept my arms around her – I didn't want to let her go.
"Don't panic, but we've got an audience"
I gazed at her for a moment with a slight smile on my face. Her eyes were slightly glazed and her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue. I saw her look over my shoulder at the raven, her eyes widened a fraction.
"If he's here Hodge won't be far behind" I whispered in her ear.
"Is he spying on you" She demanded looking shocked" Hodge, I mean"
"No. he just likes to come up here to think. Too bad- we were having such scintillating conversation" I laughed silently, I felt inflated with happiness. This was a strange feeling; I'd never been so alive, so buoyant. I didn't think anything could dampen my mood.
We walked back downstairs in silence, I couldn't think of anything to say. I kept hold of her hand, such a simple gesture sending fire through my veins. I wondered if she felt it too.
We reached her room; she lent nonchalantly against the wall beside the door and said coolly:
"Thanks for the birthday picnic" I wasn't keen on letting go of her hand.
"Are you going to sleep?" I asked warily, worried I was being dismissed.
"Aren't you tired?" She said, answering a question with a question. She told me she hated that. My voice was husky when I replied;
"I've never been more awake."
I bent to kiss her once more, this time it was a conscious decision. I cupped her face gently, my other hand still holding hers. I brushed my lips against hers, the lightest of touches sending sharp sparks of electricity through my body. Need coursed through my body, desperately I pressed my lips against hers with more pressure. She parted her lips and –
The door was thrown open with a bang.
"What the hell?"
This one was a bit short, but I wanted to end it on that line. More cliff-hangers! It does mean this story is going to be even longer though – sorry.
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