Stand.

Tired Eyes And Weak Legs

I rested my head against the wall finally, eyes closed. My panting harmonising with his as he rested his forehead on mine, admirably still standing. He laughed as I opened my eyes to see what he found funny. He opened his eyes and looked into my questioning ones and chuckled again, I made me expression more intense. He just shook his head and placed me down gently. My legs immediately gave away and I was going to fall on the floor, If wasn't for the hands that grabbed me first with a loud 'whoops'. He then effortlessly picked me up bridal style, I raised my eyebrows again.

"What do you think you're doing?" I said.

"This is what you get for eating just a salad for lunch and nothing all morning, where's your room?" He said with a voice changing from worry laced in humour to casual.

"Straight down, first door on the left. I wasn't light headed, my legs are shaking." I said back. He started walking.

"Sure. A bowl of raw vegetables and that much work out later what did you expect? Is this it?"

"No that's the bathroom, I said left you moron. I'm sorry but I'm not a big eater, plus i'll eat when I'm hungry later." He scoffed and turned and opened the door to my room and walked in, the slightly pulled curtain and the pink light of the late afternoon giving enough light to see around.

"Yes you will. I'll make sure of it." He said than placed me into my bed as I looked up at him with shocked eyes, he bit his lip, the promise of a later doing unspeakable things to my mind. I moved in subconsciously, giving him room. He looked down and sighed, a pause for consideration when I wondered whether I should just make it easy for us and ask him to leave. My eyes were getting heavy with sleep, faintly I heard a huff and felt the mattress dip and warm hands cupped my face, my eyes closed and too heavy to open at this point.

"What are you doing to me?" I heard faintly before I slipped into unconsciousness.