The Strangers (TheWriteAwards2014)

Chapter 8: He loves me? (edited)

In the last chapter, you learned of the prophecy and who Skylar is, why she is special. The Riches were an extrodinary kind of being. One in which everyone thought went extinct. You also learned that Mikal is one of The Originals. You also found out why this is title "The Strangers". I know, I know, how.... unoriginal? maybe, or how uncreative, but if you think about it, it makes sense, so bear with me please! Thanks :D

Sky's POV:

It was taking Mikal a little longer than expected for him to return to the room. When he finally did, he looked a dazed, and utterly flustered. Even though I wanted to know what had happened, but didn't dare say anything. He looked lost, like a child left in a grocery isle, looking for... something or someone. Running a hand though his hair, his sighed, frustration swirling around him. His eyes took in the room, finally focusing on me, realising that I was in his room still.

"I- I'm sorry that took so long, SKy." He remarked, voice far away. He tried to regain his composure, but couldn't. His grasp on everything failed him, leaving him to wallow in the misery of... well, I didn't know exactly.

"It's okay." I said meakly. I watched him as he he ran his hands over his face and then through his hair roughly. I pated the spot infront of me on the bed. After hesitating for a split second, he complyed to my silent comand and sat down, back to me as his face rested in his palms. He looked defeated, worn, and so tired. He might as well had aged thirty years during the time he was gone. I moved slightly closer to him so i could massage his shoulders. He stiffened briefly, before slightly relaxing under my touch. I didn't say a word. If he wanted to talk, then he would do so.

"Thank you. I needed this." He chuckled, his shoulders rocking up and down. I only smiled, even though he couldn't see it. After a few minutes had passed, he finally began t truly relax. His muscles being extremely tense, I added slightly more pressure, trying my hardest to keep my thoughts to myself, but curiosity always won.

"Something's bothering you, Mikal." I stated, still rubbing his back. He hesitated. The air in the room stiff with silence.

"I was wondering when you would say something, Sky." He chuckled, then sighed and moved faster than I though possible, to his right, pulling me down with him so that my head was resting on his chest, his head buried in my hair. I yelped from the sudden movemnt, but soon found myself snuggling even closer to him. Everything about him made me want to relax, his scent, his presence, his warmth. He was my safety net. "I don't know how to say what I know, especially not without you freaking out on me. I-I haven't been completely honest with you..." I didn't want to say anything, already knowing fully well that he had his own skeletons in his closet. I feared if I did say something, he might lose all nerve and not tell me.

"It's just- I know you know thatI haven't been completely honest. I really do appreciate that you've given me space, and time for me to tell you. And I believe that the time has come. You see, I'm different. I'm not like most others that you know. Nor are my parents, or Anastsia. We-"

"I know you're different. Inhuman. I've always known. I didn't want to believe it, and I even thought I was crazy. It's easier to believe that you're crazy than believe that the one person you trust the most isn't normal. I just want you to know that you don't have to tell me if you're uncomfortable. I want you to tell me when you're ready. I'm almost positive that I already know, but I want to hear you say it, when you're ready." I rambled, a part of me was so terrified to hear the words that I paniced. Words flying out of my mouth before I could stop them. I looked up at him when I said the last part, making sure that he understood that I really meant what I'd said. 

He stared at me for a moment, contemplating. Then, he kissed me.

It was different from the last kiss we'd shared, and any other kiss for that matter. It was caring and full of love, more passionate than I ever thought possible. The feel of his lips on mine, and the taste of his lips was intoxicating and left me feeling dizzy. He began moving his lips agaist mine, nibbling on my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I denied him,  earning me a low growl coming from his chest, but it oddly wasn't an intimidating growl, rather a playful sexy one that had me shivering in delight. Odd, a part of me remarked, being turned on by a growl. I giggled and he took advantage of that, slipping his tongue into my mouth. As our toungues danced across each other, exploring the others mouth, I began to want more from him. I wanted to be closer. I needed to be closer. A buring desire began to to make its way throughout my core, leaving me feeling hot and bothered. It wasn't enough! His touches were too gentle, too caring, and I simply needed more.