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4.
The writing blurred, and my eyesight seemed to morph in to the fur of a kitten. I couldn't see straight any longer. My chair skidded against the tile floor as I stood up and vigorously rubbed at my eyes. I felt satisfied and was about to get back to my book when I took note of a rather large mass of books stacked behind me with a small piece of paper. Orders from Bookman no doubt- to file and organize these on the shelves.
"Ahh man you've got to be kidding me! This will take forever!"
I didn't care to hide my distaste for the assignment, due to the lack of an audience. I gave the leg of the table a swift kick, which wasn't the best idea. The massive pile of books began to wobble ominously. My arms stuck out in front of me trying to comfort the temperamental volcano of books by bracing against the front. It seemed to work.
Giving up, I captured a few books from the top and headed off for the section they belonged in. The far right, five isles down – I swear that old man could be so lazy sometimes, and he calls ME useless. After shelving the books, I ventured back to the temple of books to take a few more but was stopped from doing so when I heard that soft, airy giggle float in to the room from the small crevice that was the crack in the door.
In an instant I'd leapt to the small crack between the door and the wall, and peeped through. I saw who I'd thought I had heard – Lenalee. She was leaning against a wall, looking dreamily in to Allen's eyes. I might have missed the joke but I really didn't see what was so hilarious. That girl honestly loved to make my blood boil; she meant to stop here no doubt. To torment me, but did she know? There wasn't any way she could have heard, no one else knew but me. As if I'd tell anyone about the sick fantasies I had of Allen Walker. It wasn't that I was particularly proud of them to begin with.
She leant forward a little, until her breasts we're pressed to his flat chest, and I swore that I could hear the breath escape him. I had to bite my tongue to keep from yelling at the two, it was like a cheesy scene from a romance novel, and I was the tormented one that was forever left with the unfulfilled crush.
My nails were dug in to the palm of my hand, and it wasn't a comfortable feeling. Nor was the tightening of my chest. I wasn't jealous, I just wasn't. That stupid bean sprout had my entire body revolting against me more than half the time, and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
His lips were so perfectly parted, as he leaned in for the kiss. Allen was tender, and relishing the moment he was sharing with the dark haired beauty. I couldn't deny that he genuinely liked her, and that I genuinely liked him.
I slammed the wooden door shut with the velocity of a high speed train. I'd had enough of their romance, and so had my heart. I bypassed the books, and headed straight for the couch. With my body slewed down on the only plush material in the library, I passed out.
For the second that day, I'd awaken with a sort of start. It was as if I was ready for a marathon, or if something detrimental was just about to occur and I had to prevent it. I was sat at the edge of the couch, gripping my flamed locks, and taking in deep gulps of air. I felt the sweat dribble down the sides of my face, and glide down my cheeks- but that wasn't the only thing I'd felt.
Damn Allen for always working his way in to my dreams, and leaving my restless in more ways than just one. I palmed my erection, and winced. It wasn't going to subside soon, and pressing down on the constricting fabric wasn't helping. I released my bandanna from my head, and discarded it on the floor as I moved in to one of the many isolated isles that this room had to offer.
I was alone as of now, and I didn't see why I shouldn't take care of myself. I gripped the bookcase in front of me, and softly pressed my lower half against the edge. It sent chills up my arms, and shot blood straight to my aching member that was still confined in my pants. I gritted my teeth, and bucked against the wood harder, letting a strangled sigh leave my lips as they had finally parted despite my protest.
I turned to face the other shelf, and pressed my thumb to the button at the top of my pants. My eyes darted to the right, then to the left inspecting the surrounding areas before releasing the button. Admits the silent books, it made a audible pop, and then the small 'shhh' of the zipper sliding down was almost enough to frighten away my courage and scare me out of this endeavor.
Almost.
The feeling of the heated flesh in my palm made me fist it with more vigor than I'd had done anything with all day. I wound my fingers around the throbbing heat, and pumped – once, twice, three times. My head tilted back to rest on a higher shelf, and a breathy moan left my lips. Enamored with the euphoric feeling that I was currently relishing in, my fingers too initiative themselves and moved upwards to trace the engrossed tip. My hips jolted forward, and the pounding in my chest only got worse. I say worse, but the feeling was too great to even consider existing in the negative realm.
My strokes were in time with the thrusts of my hips, and I wasn't sure I could stop even if I had wanted too. I was far too close to the edge, and most of my body was moving on its own. It was almost like an instrument, the way my fingers moved so skillfully across the swollen flesh, and the pleasure was incomparable to anything up to this point.
I'd come. Hot liquid splattered itself over my entire hand, dribbled down to the floor as well. It was a damn mess, and I didn't care to clean it. I braced myself against the shelf, still attempting to regain my composure after I'd been thrown over the edge so suddenly.
I knew that if I wiped the mess on to my pants I'd regret it later, so I headed to my 'designated' desk where I plucked from the drawer a handful of tissues. I didn't necessarily fancy being filthy, it just happened often. And by often, I mean more often – since my accident with Allen on our last mission. He still refused to let me live it down, and I wasn't sure if he ever would.
It was all just a disaster, my work was erratic and out of place much like my mind. My relationship with Allen had slightly faltered, and resulted in seeing him less often, due to my embarrassment. It was always fun to prank others, but for once having the prank pulled on me didn't feel very good, in fact I detested it. After seeing what I'd seen today, I wasn't sure if I had the willpower to continue my obsession with Allen. He obviously had taken a liking to Lenalee. Not that it wasn't bound to happen; she was the only mildly attractive female at the order.
Everyone who was normal fancied her, well… everyone except me. I was stuck with the weird 'thing' that I have for Allen. I think it was his hair that first caught my eye, it was so pure looking. His clouded eyes always set my heart in to a race when they locked with mine, and there wasn't a way I could prevent that from happening. Everything about Allen was physically pleasing – yes even his scar. Just thinking about it made my mind wander to certain ideas that shouldn't be vacating my innermost thoughts.
Him and his damn white hair always lead to distractions, and distractions led to accidents. The memory of knocking Allen in to that lake brought me out of my dazed state. I really had to refrain from going in to that dangerous mode. I failed to notice things that were happening around me…important things. Speaking of which – when had Allen got in here?
He stood with his back pressed against the door, starring at the floor – obviously a while. I returned from behind the book shelves and pressed my back in to the stone wall beside the door, and gave him a sideways glance.
"Allen?"
His head shot up, and nervously smiled at me. He'd been dazed as well, or so it had seemed.
"Hey Lavi, what'cha up to?"
I sighed, running a hand through my hair, before glaring over to the massive mountain of books that I still had to organize.
"Shelving books trust me Allen, its hell."
I earned a laugh from him, and it made my knees weak.
"Can I help?"
I perked up at this, and gripped his hands eagerly.
"REALLY? You'll really help me?"
Allen was shocked by my enthusiasm, but nonetheless agreed and followed me to the books. He took three, and I took twelve, trying to show off of course. It wasn't the best idea. I was struggling, and he could tell – much to my embarrassment.
"Um, Lavi do you need some help with that?"
He used his free hand to point to the tower that was currently balancing on only one of my arms. I managed a cheeky smirk his way.
"I'm no weakling like you, I've got this~"
His face flushed as he quickly shelved his three books, and turned back round to spit out a witty comeback but was met with tumbling books. Instead of smashing in to his face I'd managed to part them out of his way, but it was me who took the fall.
"Lavi! You're heavier than you look."
Allen struggled below me, clawing at my back. I could feel his nails digging in to the flesh under my flimsy shirt, seeing his flushed face under me, and his gasps for air had too much of an innuendo attached to them for my liking. I had to push myself off of him quickly, or else I'd be in trouble.
I skillfully avoided another awkward confrontation about my uncontrollable lower half, and sat beside the now shocked Allen. The silence gave me time to actually think coherently, and it surfaced a question.
"Allen, what did you come here for?"
He gave his locks a shake before turning his attention back to me – the all too flustered red head. I was overcome with guilt for what I'd done only moments before he'd happened upon me, and it was all with the thoughts of him in mind too.
"I came to ask for advice actually."
A nervous laugh was followed by his words, and I knew that it couldn't be good.
A longer chapter ~
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well, it's not too long, but I'll get there.
What do you think Allen needs advice on, hmmm? C:
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