(I was going to have Etcetera visit her mother in this chapter. But I'd thought I'd be creative and save that for next chapter.
I'm not quite sure about uploading this chapter. It had somewhat mature content. So I'm just giving you a heads up before you read.)
After Pouncival left Etcetera went back inside. She walked into the kitchen to clean up after everyone. She picked the plates and the silverware off the table. She placed them in the sink and turn the water on. She added soap to the water. She grabbed a rag laying on one of the counters and soaked it in the water. She took the soaked rag and began to scrub the dishes. Unfortunatly the food wasen't coming off the plates that easily. Etcetera scrubbed even harder. It still wouldn't work. Etcetera groaned. She picked up one of the plates out of the water and began to scrape the little bit of food with her nail. She became more irritated. That was until she felt Admetus wrapped his arms around her stomach.
"Did you want me to do the dishes?" Admetus offered.
Etcetera didn't want to turn around and look at Ademtus. She knew she would blush if she looked at him.
"No, I'm fine. I'll come to bed when I'm done with these dishes." Etcetera said still scraping the plate.
"Are you sure?" Admetus asked tightening his grip around her.
"Yes." Etcetera said feeling the butterflys coming back.
She felt Admetus release his grip on her. She listened to him leave. Etcetera sighed. She placed her hand on her heart in an attempt to calm down.
"I hate when I do that." She said under her breath. She felt like she was having a heart attack whenever her heart raced.
Etcetera placed the plate back in the water and continued doing the dishes. Minutes later she was done with the washing and the drying. She put all the dishes away and drained the sink water. After she washed her hands she exited the kitchen. When she went into the bedroom she expected Admetus to be in bed sleeping. But he wasn't. He sat in the rocking chair next to the pile of books. His eyes were fixed on a book he was reading. Etcetera walked over to the bed and sat down. She brought her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. She watched Admetus rock in the rocking chair. A minute of two would pass and he would flip through a page. Etcetera finally spoke up.
"Admetus? What are you reading?" She asked.
"Poetry" Admetus replied not taking his eyes off the book.
"Oh." Etcetera said watching him rock some more. She looked at the book he was reading. The book was old and worn out. The title had been faded away by time. She turned and looked at Admetus's journal. It looked the same since Etcetera last touched it. She wondered how Admetus felt about the book.
"Admetus, what is that book?" She asked pointing to his journal. Admetus looked up from his book and looked at the book Etcetera was talking about.
"It's nothing, Just an old book." Admetus said looking back down to read.
"What's it about?' Etcetera asked.
"It's just a boring old story. I don't think you would find it interesting." Admetus said.
Etcetera felt somewhat offended by Admetus's lying. But it was his personal journal. So it didn't bother Etcetera that much.
Etcetera stopped asking question so that Admetus could continue with his reading. She sat on the bed looking around the room. She turned to faced the window and watched the clouds pass over the moon. The stars gleamed in the distance. Etcetera smiled gently. She looked back over at Admetus. He looked somewhat sad. Etcetera assumed it was a sad poem. She wanted to make him feel better. But she wasn't quite sure how to.
"That poem your reading..." Etcetera started.
Admetus looked up from his book.
"Will you read it to me?" Etcetera asked softly.
Admetus got up out of the rocking chair and walked over to the bed. He sat next to Etcetera. She scooted closer to him and listen as Admetus began to read.
He was brought into this world with pain and sorrow
With hate and betrayal
But was life worth living for him,
He did not know,
But he would soon find out,
What life really ment,
It ment love,
And thats what saved him,
His only meaning for life,
She was his savior,
His god,
His light in the darkness,
But she didn't know,
How important her life was,
She left her life behind,
Leaving him without meaning,
Unaware of how important her life was to him,
He was left again with sorrow and pain,
With nothing in his life,
Did he want to leave his life.
Did he want to end his sorrow and pain,
He did not know,
But when his sorrow and pain grew,
He knew it was time to go,
He had a wonderful life with her,
But now it was over,
And it was his turn to leave his life,
Like she did with her life,
Etcetera's eyes gleamed with her tears. She blinked, letting them fall slowly down her freckled cheeks. Her heart felt like it had stopped. The tears increased even more.
"Admetus?" Etcetera croaked.
Admetus looked away from the book and looked down to Etcetera. She lifted her head up to his and leaned in closer. Admetus was speechless. He sat there, his mouth slightly open looking into Etcetera's glossy eyes. Etcetera opened her mouth to speak. The tears dripped off her face onto her lap.
"I love you." Etcetera said as she leaned in pressing her lips on his lips. They're lips remain together for a couple of senconds, then separated, they slowly leaned in and kissed another time. And another. Admetus stroked Etcetera's cheek as they kissed. Etcetera placed her hands on Admetus chest. They're kissing increased and become intense. with each kiss she let her hand run down Admetus's chest. His chest fur felt soft underneith her fingertips. He wrapped his arms around Etcetera pulling her in closer and holding her tightly against his chest. Etcetera placed her arms around Admetus's neck. They kissed much faster. Etcetera felt Admetus hands slowly glide down her back. Etcetera slowly layed down on her back. Admetus hovered above her. He stared into her beautiful eyes. Then softly whispered.
"I love you too."
The Candle wick wore out leaving them in the darkness.
(If you wondering. Yes they mated again. There are reasons why these are rated M :P. And if your wondering who wrote the poem it was me.)
