CHAPTER 41: LOVELY REALIZATIONS
Tossing and turning were the only outcomes of harboring secret love, besides the insane scenarios that flash through one's head. More than once, did Mewtwo and Neva have nightmares about how the other would react to learning what lay in their hearts. Sometimes, the other would think it to be a joke and dismiss it, much to the dreamer's pain. At other times, denial was the result, and Neva at least usually found herself with tears on her face as she awoke during these times…
In the waking world though, it became apparent that something wasn't right. In efforts to try and hide their emotions, it soon started to appear that the cloned felines were drifting apart. The constant distance, that Neva was beginning to place between them though, was misinterpreted by Mewtwo. He began to fear that Neva was preparing to leave again, an immense bane to him, which made him sleepless during the day, when he was supposed to be slumbering.
It was in during one of those nightmarish times, that things unraveled. Mewtwo's mind was flooded with images of Neva disappearing into a darkness in which he couldn't follow her, begin left behind. He was alone…just like before. Despite how he called for her to come back, she never reappeared. For perhaps the first time since Amber, he began to shake with sobs. He closed his eyes tightly though, not allowing the stinging tears to fall. However, he could not resist for very long...it was inevitable, that the crystalline droplets would streak down his face, as much as he tried to prevent them…
Neva, awaking to his calls, momentarily believed she'd imagined them. Soon though, as he cried out again, she bolted upright, finding herself drawn out of her room. She hesitated at his door though. What would he want, that he didn't come out of his room and ask for? Why call her, and not come to her himself? But as her name rang out again, she no longer fought with herself.
Slowly, she pulled open the door, seeing Mewtwo lying on his back, fidgeting every few seconds. She quickly walked over to him, sitting down on the side of his bed. Her left arm reached out slowly, taking him by the shoulder, trying to wake him up.
She suddenly became desperate as Mewtwo cried out her name again, (Mewtwo…Mewtwo you're having a nightmare! Wake up!)
He jerked awake, for a moment just gazing up at the ceiling dully. Then, his head turned to her, his eyes filled with confusion. What…? Why was she here? Still, the sight of her was welcome, after lacking her in his dreams. He had thought…he had lost her again… He almost thanked the god he didn't believe in that it had just been a dream.
He sat up, resting his face in a paw, one eyes glancing at Neva in question, (Why…why are you in my roof Neva?) he asked quietly.
Neva paused, taken a bit off guard, (I…well you were crying out in your sleep. I thought it best to wake you…), then, she suddenly noticed something, (Mewtwo…? Mewtwo have you…been crying?) She inquired, touching the wetness on his face. She didn't notice the clone's amethyst eyes widening at her actions.
When Mewtwo didn't respond, she began again, (I don't understand. Why would you cry out for me and…weep? Why…?)
Mewtwo's eyes widened further in surprise at this statement. He'd actually…been calling for her aloud? That was why she'd come? It made sense…but what was he supposed to say?
'Well…why not…the truth?' a small voice said in the back of his mind. Funny…despite how nervous he was about murmuring the answer, he wished to obey…
(I…dreamed I lost you…again…) He told her quietly, (That is why…)
As the female clone's eyes widened with shock, he didn't allow himself to end the conversation now. Silently, he brought a lavender paw to her cheek, feeling her shiver gently underneath his touch. He watched as she shut her eyes tightly for a moment, but as she opened them, he understood that he had to say it…somehow…very soon.
(I still have one secret from you Neva.) He stated hardly above a whisper, seeing Neva begin to tremble. Please, do not let her run, he shouted inwardly!
Neva felt she couldn't breathe anymore, but still managed to ask, (And that is…?)
For a second, Mewtwo hesitated. Could he actually tell her? And once that was done…what would be the outcome? He settled some of the warring emotions as best he could, before confessing the obvious.
(…I've fallen for you… I…love you…) Mewtwo whispered.
Neva felt as though something had exploded inside her. He loved her…how could it be true? Surely, this was some dream she had come up with? But the tingling sensation of his hand on her cheek felt real, the words felt real. She closed her eyes, taking in a shaky breath. Now was the time to admit it…there was no other option that she could take without dying in the process.
Opening her eyes, she saw his waiting expression, the anxiety he held. He was afraid…Mewtwo, the magnificent scientific marvel, possibly the most powerful creature on the planet…was scared. Well…so was she. But that was no reason to remain silent…
(I…I love you as well.) She confessed, shaking slightly.
The absolute joy that shown in Mewtwo's eyes at this somewhat startled her, but it was the teary smile that made the corners of her lips tuck upwards. Yes…they were in love. Nothing could change that now. But…what was to occur next?
That question was answered all too quickly. Neva soon found herself in Mewtwo's arms, pulled close to him. And soon the kiss came before she had time to think. Hot and heavy, passion and love mingling, it left her without breath… She was aware of the fact that her arms had quickly curled around his neck, that one of Mewtwo's paw was cupping the back of hers. She also felt his tongue in her mouth, caressing hers gently, and found herself returning the gesture. Her arms quickly changed position as she felt his other paw begin to stroke her smooth back, her side, resting on his chest instead. Ohhh…oh god…
Suddenly, the need for air being too great, they broke apart, breathing quickly. Mewtwo smiled, gazing at her. He silently brought the paw that cradled the back of her neck forward, stroking her cheek gently. She had an almost terrible beauty, in the dim light like this…the feeling of bare skin on skin, made flame erupt inside him. Oh…dear god how he wanted her. Seeing Neva shiver gently as his other paw went down her soft side repeatedly, he guessed this was neutral between them.
He released her gently, falling back into lying position on the bed. Neva remained sitting beside him, her paws against his chest, letting her lean over him. There was a somewhat nervous look in her eyes in the unlit room…the door had silently closed some time back, whether by her will or not he was uncertain. He wondered then if it was far too soon, to do anything of the sort he was thinking. Besides, would Neva want to…?
(What happens now?) She asked in a whisper, her eyes probing him.
He raised one paw to her face, gently resting it on the side of her face, (Whatever you wish to happen love.) he replied, (You can leave to your own bed now, stay for a time…whatever you desire. I won't force you into anything…)
He watched uncertainty flicker in her eyes, saw her gulp in nervousness. Then, silently, her decision seemed to be made. He felt her slide into the covers beside him, lie down amongst the blankets. From the sharp, needy kiss she dealt him, he automatically guessed what her choice had been. He quickly turned from the position he was lying in, crouching over her instead. Feeling her reddish tail begin to curl around his waist, he shivered.
(You're certain?) He questioned, wanting to make sure she truly consented to this.
Neva took a shaky breath before answering, (…Yes…)
It was the answer Mewtwo needed. He quickly dipped his head down to her chest, nuzzling her there gently, proceeding to kiss her neck gently. Seeing as how Neva didn't protest, in fact returning the touches he was giving her, he took that as a sign to continue. Very soon, if one was to stand outside the bedroom door, sounds of lovemaking could be heard through it. And this time, it was not an act…