Together

She was completely awake, refusing to open her eyes as the heat that emanated from her body grew stronger and stronger the longer she stayed in Renton's bed. It was the smell. . .the bed, the sheets, the pillow–all of it smelled like Renton.

For a long time Eureka moved her body about in a futile attempt to relieve the tightness that began constricting her body. The feeling–the heat–was an entirely new sensation for her, and it took her a long while to fine the source of her affliction: it was coming from between her thighs.

Slowly, almost effortlessly, her hand began to move down the front of her shirt – the only piece of clothing the girls felt necessary for Eureka to sleep in. Technically, it was Renton's old shirt, and Eureka's realization of this fact only increased her desire to satisfy the lust building between her legs.

'I want Renton'. She couldn't think of it in any other way. As Eureka's hand finally found her entrance, she felt a rush of tightness travel up her spine–the heat abated for a moment, but then returned in full swing. Eureka's hand was only placed upon it, pressing slightly against her lips, but the intensity of these new sensations kept her from proceeding, even though she knew that continuing would release her from this state of elation.

'I'm. . .afraid. Renton. . ." She slowly ran her fingers across her lips, testing her own sensitivity. The feeling was more pleasant, then ecstatic or frightful–just pleasant enough to increase the pressure and speed of her gentle exploration.

For a while, Eureka played with the interchange of stiffness and relaxation–heat and release–push and pull, until she suddenly pulled her hand away. She brought her hand up so that she could look at it; and for the first time, Eureka opened her eyes.

"Wet..." She hadn't imagined it. Her fingers were wet, and she soon realized that she was panting heavily, as the embarrassment filled the redness of her face once again.

'It's wet, too. . ." Eureka felt the moistness of her inner thigh, and was reaching her hand down to confirm what she already knew, when–

EEeeeeccckk. . . The door was opening slowly, and Eureka quickly sat bolt upright, hiding her shame with her legs locked, and clenching her fists against her shirt, facing toward to door.

Renton, as was mentioned, was on his morning routine, which concluded with checking on Eureka before starting breakfast. Though Eureka was little more than catatonic the past few days, he always opened the door as quietly as possible, just incase she had decided to wake up. You can imagine how disappointed he was when he peeked his head through the door. The whole point of coming in quietly was so that he could greet her waking moment with a kiss, like a fairy tale. 'She would like that', he would fancy to himself.

"Eureka. . ." The girl sitting on Renton's bed hoped beyond all hope that it was too dark in the room for her love to tell that she was redder than a strawberry. ". . .you're awake. Uh, I mean: Good Morning, Eureka." Renton smiled.

Somehow Renton's smiled calmed Eureka down, and she was able to whisper, "Good Morning." This time, it was Renton's prerogative to upset Eureka's constitution. He walked over to the bed determinately, and lovingly placed his arms around her waist, pulling her into a strong embrace, and laying his head on the back of her shoulder.

'Renton, don't. . .I can't take it.' Eureka was so happy that she wouldn't allow herself to say any words of denial or chastisement. She didn't care if Renton hated her for what was happening – her thighs growing more moist by the moment – as long as he held her for just a second longer.

"Renton," Eureka's voice was pleading.

"Eureka," fearing that she would tell him to let go, Renton's voice conveyed the same firmness of his grip.

"I'm not wearing any panties." The word's took a moment to register, then Renton swiftly stood up, grabbed the nearest sheet and covered Eureka's legs. They stared at each other in silence for what seemed like several minutes. If Renton hadn't been so flustered, in denial of his own raging hormones, he would have noticed the stare of utter lust Eureka was giving him.

Eureka didn't understand what she wanted, or what was happening. But, she was certain of one thing: she was too cold, now. Though her body still generated heat, Renton's retreat had left her wanting.

"It's, ok. I don't mind–I just. . ." Eureka was struggling for words, but if she was embarrassed, she preferred this feeling to whatever she felt when Renton had first entered the room. ". . .I thought you should know." Eureka couldn't keep eye contact anymore, and the relieved tension reduced the redness of her face to a soft pink that laid across her cheeks.

'She's so cute!" Renton was about to lose it. 'I should get out of here quick, before I do something I'll regret."

"Well, I just came in to see if you were alright." Renton was scratching the back of his head, and bending his knees, ever so slightly, hoping Eureka wouldn't notice his 'manly' excitement. "I've gotta start making breakfast. . .come down when you feel up to it." Renton put up a hand to say goodbye, turned toward the door, and was about to tell Eureka that the kids would come to her soon, when–

Thump, thump-thump, thump. Eureka launched off the bed, and threw herself on Renton, nearly knocking him to the floor. Her arms were squeezing his waist, and Renton placed his hands on top of hers, letting their fingers become intertwined.

"Eur–" Renton began, but Eureka squeezed, indicating the pleasantness of the moment, and how she wished it would continue in silence and solitude. He understood. Carefully, he turned to face Eureka, and bent down slightly to conform to her body.

Eureka relented her hold, and Renton could speak again. "Do you. . .want to help me make breakfast?"

Eureka was only half-listening. She continued to push her face into the crook of his neck, as if she were trying to scratch a stubborn itch on her nose.

". . .Uumm. Did you hear me, Eureka?"

"Yeah."

"Sooo. . .we should probably get you dressed first." Renton pushed Eureka off him, keeping his gaze strictly at eye level, even as he looked around the room for something to use as a bottom to the shirt she was wearing.

"I think. . .I'll take a shower first."

Renton was truly embarrassed, for the first time, not out of propriety, or realization of how much he truly loved Eureka, but because he felt stupid.

"Uh, yeah! Right. . .I'll get your clothes – I mean, your real clothes – and a towel." Once again, Renton turned to leave. This time, Eureka just caught his hand.

Eureka made sure that she looked Renton right in the eye, and that he was looking back. She really couldn't bear to say it twice. She probably should have spoken louder, because all Renton heard was:

"Together. . ."

Note: Shorter chapter – I'm trying to keep to weekly updates.