Have You Ever Seen the Sun Rise at Midnight?

Danger

    Umm, basically kidnapping and obsession warnings.  I felt like making a creepier story.

     Anyway, I was looking for my next one shot to work on for this, and when I have an idea I just make a short few sentences to remind me of what the feel of the story is if I don't want to work on it right then. Today I was greeted with; "Can you feel the flesh rotting off your brittle bones? Productivity."  Great. I totally know what that's supposed to mean.  Good work me.  Nailed it.

-T.A.L.A.

     "So you fell for me too." Their voice was smooth as creamy chocolate and your heart pounded in your ears from where they cradled you in their arms.

    You stared back into their eyes, two endless pools that, much like deep water, held much more hidden beneath the surface that you couldn't quite see, or at least that you didn't understand.  But that really wasn't what was surprising. What was surprising was how calm and unmoved by this all they were. The growing smirk finally managed to snap you out of your shock. That's right. Miraculously, you were alright. Considering your situation you figured you could be forgiven for the delayed response.

"Not purposefully! Someone pushed me." Your voice was astounded, mind still trying to catch up.  You had been standing on the balcony on the first floor and now you were clutched to a stranger's chest a full story below at ground level in the gardens.

     "Yes," they responded, voice as smooth as butter and as calm as anything. Irritatingly so, and it suddenly struck you; they were not at all surprised that you, you of all people, had just come tumbling from the balcony above them only by some miracle to be safely caught by them. How could they not be surprised? Not surprised that someone had tumbled off. And not that said someone was you. And not that they were in just the right place to catch you and actually had succeeded in doing so either, "And?" They responded coyly.

And not surprised that somebody had pushed you.

      You were in danger.

       As the heir to the throne, you had been taught and learned over and over again that in cases like these there were no happy coincidences. "Put me down," you ordered.

       "No." It was said so simply the refusal took a second to register. "Why should I when it feels as if I could hold you in my arms forever?" Shockingly, you didn't find yourself doubting his capability to do so given he had been holding you quite steadily for some time now. Your own weight being completely ignored, you knew the outfit and jewelry weighed far too much to be comfortable. You felt like you could barely walk in it and yet here he was sweeping you, with all your many, heavy layers of cloth and metal adornments, off the ground.

     You attempted a smile although it seemed to fall flat and their eyes narrowed, "There's no need for that, thank you for catching me, but wouldn't it be much more comfortable to speak for both of us if I were to have both feet on the ground? I'm sure my father would be very pleased to meet the person who has so heroically come to my aid as well." You added to sweeten the deal, whatever they wanted you for, rather it be riches or influence, this would surely be the best opportunity which they could hope for.

"I'm plenty comfortable having an excuse to hold you like this," they purred in response, to your disappointment, "besides, what need is there to bring your father into this?"

Maybe, you hoped desperately, they were just an idiot and had missed the meaning of your prior statement, "Well, I'm sure he would wish to reward you handsomely for saving me from such a fall." You stated as bluntly as you could.

They chuckled, and pulled you closer to speak directly into your ear and you felt every muscle in your body go tense. "I think I have my preferred reward right here,"