His Little Cobra - Ace Merrill

What's under your Ace?

Ace lay on Ace's bed, staring up at the ceiling. She sighed again as the voices quieted down from downstairs. She played over her conversation with those younger boys. Would they really help her find the necklace? And if they did find it would they actually give it to her? Maybe she should have told them what would happen if she didn't get it back home.

She sighed again as she sat up, pulled off her boots and chucked them to the side. She stood up and quickly slipped off her bottoms before flopping back down on the bed and untucking the bow she'd had Ace's shirt in. She rolled about grabbing the blankets that were tossed around.

Feeling his scent take over she felt herself completely wrap up in them before closing her eyes gently.

"Comfy?" She snapped her eyes open as she saw Ace standing there in the doorway.

He walked in nod gently shut the door behind him. He walked towards a record player that was in the corner and gently placed a vinyl down. Soft music began to gently play as Ace sat upright, staring at him confused, blankets resting over her bare legs.

"Ace what are you-"

He held up a hand silencing her. She silenced. He offered her out the hand and she cautiously accepted it, allowing him to pull her up off the bed. The blankets fell at her feet as he kicked them away softly, trying not to get distracted by how she was wearing just his shirt.

He kept his hand holding hers as he held it up and placed the other on her waist, gently tugging her closer to him.

"Ace-" she began again but he shook his head.

She silenced again but gently placed a hand on his shoulder. The moment she did she heard the soft music again play gently from the corner. She smiled softly up at him as he smiled back before scooping her up and twirling her around him.

Her hand stayed locked with his as they softly began dancing around the room. Ace had been around many tough people in her life, yet none like him. They made her feel scared. He made her feel safe. They never let her dance. He was the one that wanted this dance.

He gently pushed her away and used their connecting hands to allow her to twirl as he watched his shirt fly open slightly before he carefully brought her back to him. Locking his arm around her he gripped tight as he lifted her up nod twirled her again. As he gently lowered her back down he saw the small smile on her face create a little dimple and his heart lit up.

He continued to sway her gently as he watched her mouth, the smile. That smile. That wasn't her I'm-pretending-to-be-nice smiles. It wasn't her I'm-going-to-hurt-you smile. It was real. It was her real smile. With her adorable dimple.

His eyes drifted to hers as she stared at him. The darkness inside them almost seemed to melt away as he saw the smallest hint of blue. They were his. It felt like he was seeing his eyes in her own as her pupils dilated. The smile on her face growing.

He smiled back at her as he gently pushed her away, twirling her under his arm before bringing her back and spinning slightly to dip her backwards. Yet his arms stayed locked tight around her. There was no way she was going.

"I knew there was a John in there somewhere." She whispered from her position of being held under him.

He gently pulled her back up to him, their bodies as close as before. She slowly looked up at him, the smile yet to leave her face.

"What's under your Ace?" He whispered gently as his nose touched hers.

"A girl who wants to run far far away and never return." She whispered back softly, her breath on his lips.

"What's she called?" He whispered back as he saw her eyes slowly shut, his following suit.

"She's called.." Ace started but stopped as she gave in and gently pressed her lips on his.

He wanted her name but this was better. Kissing her back he gently squeezed her small body tighter as it pressed against him. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck as she held him close. How she wanted to just leave with him now and never come back. Yet she couldn't. The necklace. Shit.

She quickly flung herself backwards and pushed him off. Confusion flooded his face as he fell back on the bed.

"I... I can't..." she mumbled as he watched her face's emotions.

The dimple had gone. The smile had gone. The girls were right. There was always a battle between the real her and her Ace. Her Ace had won again. Her Ace always wins. He felt his insides sink as she slowly moved over to the record player and stopped the music.

He watched as she picked up one of the blankets and wrapped it around herself before lying down on the bed next to him, head snuggling into the pillow.

Pain he hadn't felt since his mother left him flowed through his entire body as he sighed before stripping his shirt and trousers off. He grabbed the other blanket and lay down next to her.

Every bone in his body was screaming out to him to roll over and wrap his arms around her, back where she belonged, but he stopped himself. Aces don't belong together.

Every bone in her body was screaming out to her telling her to roll over and snuggle into him, let his arms hold her where she belonged. Yet she stopped herself. Aces don't belong together.