IS THIS LOVE?
A Eureka Seven FanFiction
Talho yawned idly as she flipped casually through a magazine. There was no doubt Holland wasn't going to make a bigger fuss about the events that has occurred earlier in town. What did he expect; she was bound to be noticed by other men. Besides it was his fault she got drunk in the first place, if he didn't just admit his feelings she wouldn't have to worry so much. She wouldn't drown herself in despair and wrap herself in jealousy. She flipped to the page where John Henry's ring collection was shown. She bit her lip and dug in deeply.
I want that so bad…If Holland wasn't so thick he'd of picked up the clue and got it for me. I only showed it to him 800 times!
She sighed and flipped the page. She was in the room that Holland and her shared, laying face down on the bed. The room was practically empty, apart for a few possessions everything was neat and clean. Light filtered in through the porthole window and onto her face. Its expression was hollow and faintly sad.
Why can't Holland just tell me how he feels…
The door opened and more light came into the room. It was Holland proudly sporting his boxers while wearing a pair of slippers. His right first was clenched while in his left he held his book "The Golden Bough". He walked in the room plopped himself down on the couch and put the book down on the table. It was silent for a while.
"Look if you have something to say then say it Holland. Yeah yeah I got a little drunk, maybe I like having some fun unlike a certain someone." Talho's voice rang bitterly
"It's not like I won't be noticed by other men you know! Maybe if you could just commit yourself and tell me how you feel! Please Holland I'm begging you, please just talk to me!" Talho cried out
"…yeah I know" Holland replied
He lifted himself off the couch and started across the room at Talho.
She hated this part. His way of paralyzing her. The way he walked over slowly, staring into her eyes. That intense polar ice blue that they held, the slight curls in his grey hair, the muscles in his arms and chest, the scruff on the bottom of his chin, god even his ass was handsome.
He sat down next to her as she sat up.
"Heh" he laughed to himself "I really am a good for nothing." He too sounded bitter but not towards Talho "All I ever do is run away, I can't even tell you how I feel. I'm pathetic"
"Yeah, I won't lie your pretty pathetic" Talho giggled as Holland laughed to himself
He reached outwards for Talho's hand and took it in his. He flipped her hand upwards and opened it slowly.
"Close your eyes" he whispered
Talho obeyed his words. He then unclenched his fist and she felt a warm misshaped, small metal object fall in the center of her palm.
"Open" he said gruffly
"Oh! Holland it's wonderful! Why didn't you tell me to shut up?!"
"I'll take the heat sometimes, only when I know the outcome will be good though" he responded
"Thank you, Holland…"
It was the ring that Talho had wanted from the limited edition John Henry collection. However it was almost flattened due to the fact that an LFO had crushed it in the day's earlier fight. Although Talho never could admit it, Holland had saved her from a bunch of teenaged kids trying to take advantage of her. However it didn't bother Talho in the least that it was destroyed, it was the effort that counted and it was even more special because it was now the Holland Novak limited edition collection. Only one was made and it was all hers.
"Why…why would you give this to me?" she asked
"Well didn't you want it?" Holland teased
He knew the answer she wanted but he wouldn't let her have it that easy. Talho mumbled something that sounded a bit like idiot, but he was used to this little pet name she kept for him. Challenged by Talho's disdainful look he replies,
"You know why I'm giving it to you" he grumbled unwilling to get all flustered, unwilling to confess his feelings
"I haven't the faintest idea, other than that fact I asked you 800 times!" she teased back
They were now standing up in the middle of the room. Of course men always had to make it physical, they could never tell you but they could always show you. Holland could no longer resist and leaned in closer, cupped her waist with one hand while the other explored, combing its way through her silky hair, touching her back, trailing his fingers up and down her spine. Talho could feel her face burn slowly becoming more and more pink. Blood rushed to her lips as they separated welcoming his touch. Her head tilted upward as he kissed along her jaw and neckline slowly making his way towards her lips. Her eyes closed as she felt the warmth of his breath on her lower lip making it tremble slightly.
As they got closer and closer together while their body's entwined with the other Talho couldn't help but think…
It must be love