Ch. 21

He ended up with his back to the ground, and I came to rest beside him, with my back to the ground. I thought the mock fight was over, but Freddy obviously had other plans.

He snatched my neck faster than I could comprehend what was going on with his left hand, and sat up so that he loomed over me, both of us still on the floor. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and clutched his wrist with both of my hands, completely ignoring the fact that I had a glove, too.

He chuckled somewhat darkly, and gently drew his blades across my cheek. I blindly turned my head and bit at his blades, instinctively wanting to kill anything that tried to destroy what was left of my face.

It was quiet here, so quiet, we could hear the boilers working.

Hesitantly, I opened my eyes. I could only see a little of him, because half of him was shrouded in darkness, and the half of him that I could see was dim and badly lit.

I closed my eyes again and turned my head so that my left cheek was on the floor.

What was he going to do?

After a few seconds of waiting, I felt him crouch against me and felt something warm against my cheek. My fingers started to clench up, but then relaxed.

What is it?, I wondered.

It was not only warm, but had a slight charismatic quality to it.

What the heck is it?, I thought.

Then the warmth moved from my cheek to my throat.

My eyes opened quickly and I turned to face him with a half confused and half somewhat shocked expression on my face. I'd realized it was his lips.

He had no expression whatsoever except that his eyes sparkled and he was clenching his teeth slightly.

Very hesitantly and weakly, I moved my right hand from off of his wrist to cradle his face. He was tense for a few seconds, but then relaxed just a little bit. He clutched my hair with his claw hand, and I closed my eyes and breathed out. Then I opened my eyes.

He neared my forehead, and breathed with me. I closed my eyes. He moved the hand that was still clutching my throat to gently hold my back.

He knew that I was so trusting of him and my disposition was so tender towards him right now that if he angered me or hurt me, I'd hate him incessantly.

He gently kissed my forehead, and gently trailed down my cheek and near my mouth.

I clenched my left hand so that my knuckles cracked, and slightly turned my head away from him. My right hand was limp.

He followed me. But then…nothing happened.

Where'd he go?, I wondered, blindly turning my head back to him. I could still feel him pressed against me, and his hands behind my head and back, but where was he? Where was that warmth that was his lips?

Then he kissed me.

He was gentle, yet slightly firm. He was so soft! I didn't move, whether from being paralyzed or what I didn't know. He also had this sweet, pungent smell which I loved.

For a few seconds he used the hand that was at my back to pick me up slightly, then he put me back down after he felt my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Too soon, he pulled apart from me. His eyes were sparkling even more than before, and he breathed out in one little huff before seeming to stop breathing.

After a few seconds of reveling in the feeling he'd just given me, I made my weak arms move to embrace him. An expression of hesitancy and worry came over his features. I gently pushed on his back, silently pleading with him to lie down beside me.

Reluctantly, but still somewhat willingly, he did so; in a half embarrassed manner, he nestled his head beside my neck, over my collarbone, and exhaled.

I tenderly put my head over his hat, and exhaled as well, looking for anything out of place here.

There wasn't.