Metamorphosis || Karl Heisenberg

Chapter 13

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With one swooped motion, Heisenberg had Circe on her feet and off to the kitchen. It was amazing how so much had happened in less than a day. She had been at Castle Dimitrescu eating breakfast while Cynthia had packed her things only this morning.

Now she had just experienced the first kiss she was able to remember - not that they would let her have one while she was locked up at whatever facility she was in. They probably had a tight hold on her while she was there.

She nearly continued trying to think about if they could have given her outside time at any point, but she didn't want to spoil her mood, so she just focused on Heisenberg. He said he was going to make something called spaghetti.

"I'm not the best at cookin'," he said right out, as he laid various ingredients on the table. "Had to ask Duke for this recipe. He refused to give me his personal one, so this one will have to do," he proceeded to hand a piece of paper to her.

She looked it over and nodded thoughtfully. "There was a similar recipe in one of the cookbooks you put in my room," she said, putting the paper under a magnet on the fridge and turning to him.

"You can go get the book if you want. Might have a better-looking recipe," he smiled at her, then tugged her waist to him. "Just be quick. Don't want you to be away from me for too long."

Circe unintentionally let out a frilly giggle. She knew her face was probably the color of the tomatoes on the counter, but she didn't feel as embarrassed as she used to. He knew how she felt. She knew how he felt. It was all out in the open.

"Don't worry. I can be fast, remember?" She lightly teased, then dashed away from him to the kitchen door.

She had moved so fast that Heisenberg blinked a few times before he gave her a toothy grin. "I'm beginning to remember, yeah. You hurry back now, buttercup."

She gave him a grin of her own before saluting him. "I'll be back before the water boils," and with that, she zoomed out of Heisenberg's room and down the hall.

Now that she was alone, no matter how short it could be, she began (once again) thinking about how things had drastically changed since she was here last. It felt weird going back to her room. She felt like she belonged in Heisenberg's room from now on.

And he kissed her. He actually kissed her and she could barely contain herself while thinking of it. It raised feelings she never knew she had; feelings she didn't even have a name for. All she knew was that she didn't want to have to wait much longer for the next one, so she sped up further.

Once she made it past the door to her room, she snatched up the cookbook and her journal. She had a feeling she wouldn't be coming back here tonight, not that she wanted to. She could guess by how things were going that Heisenberg would probably want her to stay in his room, anyhow. He did say he didn't want her to be away from him for too long.

With the items she needed now in her possession, Circe rushed back and into Heisenberg's kitchen with ease and placed the two books on the dining table. She looked towards the stove. He was looking down at the unboiling pot of water with a smile on his face. He looked so handsome. Rugged, but handsome.

When he looked up at her, the smile not only stayed on his lips - but grew. Opening his arms wide, he gestured for her to come to him, which she immediately did. His embrace was warm and smokey.