Cupid's Bow
Chapter 5
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So that's pretty much how I end up drinking water from something weirdly colourful with the aid of a sparkling one of Them.
As soon as the cold liquid hits my throat, I recall the feeling of just that before I properly came to. Embarrassment tinges my cheeks as I think over my reaction, but it soon gives way to incredulity. Why should I be embarrassed for being suspect over it?
As I drink, his gaze never leaves my face, and I have to close my eyes because it's making me feel funny.
When the ache in my throat has completely gone, I tilt my head to the side and shake my head again. When his brows furrow, I force a smile onto my lips, trying to show, that's enough, not just, no.
His frown disappears.
Dropping the water-thingy to the side of him, he makes a soft humming sound in his throat as his arm comes back around me. He smiles, eyes bright, and I tense when he eases me back into the soft.
My heart thunders, thick and wet and heavy, when he crouches over me.
I swallow thickly when the tip of his nose touches mine, my breath beginning to escape in short, frantic gasps. When his cheek brushes against mine, I snap my eyes closed, like it'll make the feel of him disappear, right before his head drops into my neck. A short annoyed grunt escapes him when his nose brushes against fabric, and before you can say Oblivion sucks, his hand is at my throat and –
Riiiiip.
He rips one side of my top from neck to shoulder.
I almost choke on my own tongue.
Lifting a hand, he tugs the fabric away, before really, properly, burying himself in my neck. Skin on skin.
He sighs, his chest swelling, and louder than before – moans.
My chest heaves up and down – too quickly. Oh my god is all I can think, oh my god oh my god oh my god!
Before he can do anything more, with all the strength in me, I lift my now free hands and shove him for all I'm worth… which, unfortunately, doesn't appear to be very much, as I only create a tiny gap. But a gap is still a gap, and with it, I let air whoosh into my lungs.
Quickly taking advantage of the narrow space, I slip-slide my body out from underneath his and scramble back on my bum.
Throughout this – and I know because I'm terrified of glancing away from him – he watches me with wide, bewildered eyes.
Right, I think hysterically, like I'm the one acting crazy.
My heart thrums as he remains in his crouch, and, rather than standing up and… and… he instead ducks his head low and starts crawling towards me. Again.
Panicked, I start retreating once more, wanting to get to my feet but not wanting to waste time in the getting to part. When my back hits something solid, I want to cry out at the unfairness of this stupid world, but instead find my hands backing up it, quickly. With something like relief burning in my stomach, I realise I'm standing.
I side-step the solid-hard and take one big step back. Then two. Then three.
Under obscenely long, dark lashes, he watches me.
I throw a quick glance over my shoulder, looking into the dense green. When I look back, I jump about ten-feet in the air because he's much closer than he was a second ago.
"Stop it!" I say, voice high and shrill as I tumble further away. I could leg it right now, but he'd already caught me once. He was obviously fast – faster than me, at least – and this was his world, not mine.
So many factors against me… what were my options?
"Don't come any closer!"
Right. Not very good ones.
My eyes swivel all around me before locking on his heated gaze. My foot catches on something and I almost trip. Every press of his hand and turn of his knee brings him almost to my feet. And I'm still hot and sweaty even if I'm not thirsty anymore, and I'm angry at being sent here and angry at the people back on Earth, and I'm absolutely terrified of the glistening-him in front of me.
I'm feeling too much and I hate hate hate hate it.
"Please," I whisper, because I just want it all to stop.
And then…
…he does.
OoOoOo
OoOoOoOo
OoOoOo
Handprints away, he freezes.
I can hear the sound of his breathing he's that close, because the way he halted made me pause, too.
His head has fallen between his shoulders, and I can see the light-bright of his hair tumbling together with the gentle breeze I hadn't noticed before now. He's so still, so quiet. My mind's telling me, go, but my feet remain rooted with, stay.
"Th-thank you," I stammer, and then feel silly for saying it.
Of course, he doesn't reply. My knowledge of Them doesn't extend to whether they have the ability to speak or not, but clearly They have the capacity for sounds. But maybe if he could understand me, maybe…
"I'm – I'm going to – " I break off when he looks up at me, his eyes so different. My breathing catches and skitters around my chest when he reaches a hand out and places it round my ankle, like he did before. Tightly, I grip the flap of my torn top to me, and carry on, pretending his skin isn't burning me. "I'm going to… go." I swallow. "Now." Then I lift my captured foot and step back. And he lets me.
"Bye," I whisper, inching away through the green. "Th-thanks for… for sharing your water with me, I – " I shake my head, close my eyes. "Thank you."
Then I turn around, and walk away.
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A/N: *sad face*