Crash.
Bang.
Thud.
The bolt of the door gave way, then; and flew open, propelling Riven forward. His nouth dropped open when the sight in front of him greeted his eyes.
He stopped just a few centimeters away from her form.
She was lying curled up on her bed, a pair of earphones snugly tucked into either side of her face. Even from where he stood, Riven could hear the lyrics of the song. Her eyes were closed, and with a start, he realized that she was fast asleep.
She was safe.
He was relieved, and amused. To think I was actually thinking about those outlandish possibilities, he thought, and a bout of nervous laughter erupted from his mouth. He laughed long and hard, collapsing to the ground with the expulsion of nervous energy he had been feeling for the past few days.
Musa heard the laughter through her dream.
Riven was holding Alberta's hand, and pointing at her, laughing. She shifted uncomfortably, the image forcing her to drift towards wakefulness. She mumbled a curse and turned over, trying to fall back to sleep.
Someone was shaking her now. "Go away.." she mumbled, as she sleepily swatted at who she thought was Layla. But…wait, Layla was…and the hand was rough, not Layla's…
Sensing danger, her eyes flew open.
The first thing she saw was a lot of magenta. Hair, she realized. Riven's hair.
He was sitting on the floor, gently shaking her awake. Her blanket had been tossed off, and she noted the chilly air seeping in through her open door. Also, through her extremely small nightshirt, and… panties. The thought caused her to bolt up in her bed. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself, partly to keep him from seeing anymore of her, and partly to keep herself warm.
Her eyes studied him suspiciously. She was about to speak, but found the expression on Riven's face so- unreadable, that her words came out in a confused gurgle.
What he did next confused her still.
Regarding her with his intense violet eyes, his hand reached out to cup the side of her face. He drew closer, and Musa continued to stare at him with confusion, and pleading, almost as if to say, "Please tell me what's going on, I'm totally confused." her black hair billowed about her face, adding to the rather ruffled effect.
She could feel her heart beating louder as he drew even closer, his eyes fixed on her face, the intense expression still on it.
"Riven," she managed to croak.
"I thought I had lost you," he said, as if by way of explanation.
He practically pounced on her then, lips moving roughly over hers, his hands pushing aside the loosely draped blanket to pull her close, and into his arms.
Musa's mind was racing. At one end, she was shocked at how good she was feeling. She was loving every second of this kissing, and was even caving in and responding to him occasionally. On the other hand, she was infuriated with him. He had entered her room and woken her up, and without any explanation, was kissing her, even violating her, if she wanted to stretch the truth a bit. I should push him away… But she could hardly stop herself from taking control of their passionate reunion, forget about ending it.
I don't care, she mused. Even if he's doing this just for today, and will go bak to being aloof tomorrow, I don't care. Practical joke, one-night stand, a cruel dare, loneliness… The different reasons swept over her mind, and she dismissed each one of them as a reason to stop. And finally, she was not only kissing him back, but taking the lead in their passionate reunion.
Author's Note: Well, I hope all those who kept on telling me to 'get those two crazy kids together' are finally satisfied. This chapter was dedicated to them. I wanted to write the dedication in the beginning, but thought it might affect the suspense somewhat. Let me know whether or not you guys were a (bit?) satisfied, or something was lacking.