There was a faint humming in the back of my head. A voice that wasn't my own, but a man's. It was a soft voice. Golden.
That voice made me anxious. I didn't want to hear it inside my head. I knew I was unconscious, but I couldn't tell if I was dreaming things up or not. I was hoping I was dreaming, even though the worst "person" possible person to be dreaming about is Reth.
The humming became a bit louder, and a bit huskier, the voice changing from Reth's to… Lend's?
Oh, duh! I was "coming to consciousness". Like, you know that feeling when you're half-asleep, and the TV is on? Then you start dreaming, sort of, about the TV show you're watching? That's what it felt like.
Lend's humming became louder with the more consciousness I gained. The more I listened, the more worried and tight he sounded. As if he were humming, not to me, but to himself. To keep himself calm.
When I was fully awake, I groaned. My head still pounded, though, not as bad as before. And Lend's tuneless humming wasn't making it any better.
I opened my eyes slowly, noticing that the lights we now a lot dimmer. Was it late at night already? Also, I noticed that Lend held me differently: he was on his side, facing me, one arm propping his head up, the other lain across my chest, his hand caressing my cheek, working it's way down my arm, to my hip, then back up, in a cycle. Was he trying to wake me up? Who knew.
"Lend," I whispered, which sounded hoarse with sleep. "Lend, what are you still doing here?" By the time I got my whole sentence out, my voice had cracked three times.
"What do you mean, what am I still doing here? Why would I leave?" He spoke quietly, to loud to be a whisper, but too quiet for it to be a regular conversation volume.
"Well.. I thought you'd just go home while I slept."
He narrowed his eyes while I spoke, giving me the 'are you stupid?' look. "Yeah, right, Evie. Think again." And though he said all of this lightly, he did seem slightly offended.
Seeing the sadness in his eyes, I was quick to apologize. "Oh… I'm sorry, Lend… I didn't- I mean, I didn't think you'd stay here all night."
"I've stayed here every other night, with my dad. I've either slept in that chair," he nodded to a corner in my tiny hospital room, which had an uncomfortable looking metal foldy-chair in it, "or in an empty room the nurse let me and my dad stay in. And, trust me, I'd rather share a bed with you than him." He grinned slightly and shook his head ruefully.
I half-smiled, and reached my un-IV-needled hand to touch his face. "I'd rather share a bed with you than your dad, too. And, I don't think nurses allow this." I nodded at him, indicating that we were sharing a bed, which, I'm sure, isn't allowed in hospitals, no matter how sick the patient is or isn't.
He chuckled lightly and leaned over my so he could peck my cheek with his silky-soft lips. "I'm sorry for humming to you; I'm a terrible… err… hummer." The last word of his sentence was marred, since he was eager, and pressed his lips fervently against mine. He also repositioned himself so that the arm that was caressing my body earlier, rested at my waist, near my ribcage, and his torso was leaning over mine, almost pressing against it.
My free hand traveled up the back of his neck and knotted in his hair, pulling him closer to me. If that were even possible.
At that moment, I could tell he was the Water-Lend, and not the OMG-Super-Dark-Haired-Dark-Eyed-Hotty. It was the texture of his hair that I could tell he drained the person out of him.
I found it encouraging that I could tell Lend apart from the dark haired, dark eyed hotty, from him, the glamour-less him, and all with my eyes closed too!
At my thoughts, I giggled quietly, though it only seemed to encourage Lend, as he started to suck on my bottom lip gently, and the hand that was on my waist ran slid down to my hipbone, and he began rubbing it in circles with his thumb.
We stayed like that for a while, and as both of us eventually became short of breath, Lend was the first to pull back slowly, though he seemed reluctant. I opened my eyes just in time to see the color flood back into his features. He was the same hotty as before, though worry creased his forehead.
He opened his mouth to speak, and his words started to spew out: "Evie. I really, really-." This time, the lights flicked on, blinding us both momentarily, though be both groaned in unison.
We both looked to the door to see who it was that interrupted us this time.
David. What a shocker.
"Hey, kids!" He said cheerily.
"Hey…" We both groaned in harmony.
The grin on David's face was sly, and also playful. It seemed as if he knew what Lend was going to say, which means he was listening in. Aww, bleep, I thought, as my cheeks filled with the color red.
"What'cha doin' up so early? It's only, what, quarter of two in the morning?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Dad," Lend sneered and narrowed his eyes at his father. "Why don't you go back to bed?" Then, signaling he was done talking to his father, he leaned down and kissed me full on, on the lips.
With that, my whole face was as red as a tomato. Lend hadn't kissed me in front of his dad before. What was he up to now?
He tried opening my mouth a little bit more with his lips, and I allowed him, somewhat reluctantly, considering his father was standing right there in the doorway. If this were any other time, I'd be the one doing this to him.
I felt his mouth curve, to some extent, into a smile over mine. Now that our eyes were both closed, I guessed that our shyness disappeared. He wedged his tongue into my mouth slowly, and rubbed it against mine keenly, eagerly.
French kiss? I thought quizzically. I don't know how to French kiss…
And, at that moment, I was grateful for David, who cleared his throat loudly, and flicked the lights on and off until he caught our attention. "Lend, if you want to sleep in here, get in the chair." He snap-pointed to the chair, and waited for Lend to remove himself from me.
A few seconds after Lend stared at the chair, he gave me a similar kiss to the one we shared seconds ago, though it was shorted. The he sat up, detaching himself from me, and shuffled away to the uncomfortable-looking chair.
He sat down on it and crossed his arms, then looked at his father. "Happy?"
"As a clam in high tide." He grinned, walking out of the room, switching off the lights on his way out.
After a few moments, Lends stood up and dashed to the doorway, looking the hall up and down, then shutting the door silently behind himself. He tippy-toed-ran to my bed, and flopped down beside me, quickly resuming the position he was in before, and pressed his lips warmly against mine again, picking up where we left off.
No, they did not 'get down to business', if that's what you're wondering. ^_^ Please comment and stuff! I need ideas for the third chapter!