Grass is Greener on Kota's Side (5)

Part 20.

Part 20.

Sang's POV.
I must have dosed off at some point in North's hospital room, because I stirred awake to the feel of gentle fingers on my shoulder, the scent of Spring soap, and the sound of the soft whisper, "Miss Sorenson".
"Mm?"
"Come here, I'm driving you back."
"Mm". I didn't quite register what he wanted, my mind was foggy with glorious sleep.
"Miss Sorenson," I could almost sense his smile, "Don't make me carry you."
My heart began to beat, and in that moment, I wanted to challenge him on his offer. The boys had carried me so many times before, even Dr. Green.
But never Mr. Blackbourne.
Despite how wildly awake I was, I turned my head away from him and snuggled into the chair I was in.
I heard a huff in front of me and a shuffle, and could sense Mr. Blackbourne leaning forward.
He's actually going to pick me up.
His fingers grazed my legs, making goosebumps rise on my skin, one of his arms looping underneath my knees, the other at my shoulders. I moved closer into him on impulse, feeling cold and wanting his heat.
In one solid movement, he lifted me up, pulling my body to his chest.
"You got her okay?" said another voice, rather loudly. It sounded like Dr. Green.
I didn't dare open my eyes.
"Hush!" Mr. Blackbourne whispered harshly. His tone softened, "She's as light as a feather."
My heart warmed at his sweet tone. I never get to hear Mr. Blackbourne like this. I almost wanted to open my eyes.
Dr. Green snorted with a laugh, "Yeah, and as awake as an owl," fingers pinched my cheek. I slapped the hand away with a giggle, "No, stop." I whined, turning my head closer into Mr. Blackbourne's chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. I shut my eyes tighter, hoping that neither of them could see me blush.
Dr. Green laughed, and then quieted, "I should be calling you Cheeky, not Pookie. Maybe Cheeky Poo-"
"Shh," Mr. Blackbourne hushed again, as he started to walk, "I'm taking her home now."
"Sayonara, Owen and Cheeky Pookie."
While Mr. Blackbourne walked, I moved one hand from his neck to his chest, finding it more comfortable as my cheek rested near his shoulder. I could feel the smoothness of his skin, the hint of muscle underneath.
Mr. Blackbourne turned a corner and stopped walking. His lips made their way to my ear, "I have to put you down now".
I grumbled because I liked this so much, but nodded, still holding onto him as I stepped down, balancing myself. I kept my hand gripped on his elbow, wanting to still touch him.
I opened my eyes just as the elevator opened, the blinding fluorescent light momentarily stunning me.
Mr. Blackbourne pulled me in, pressing the floor button. I turned to him, taking in his worn out eyes and slightly messed up hair, as if he had ran his hand through the strands several times. He was exhausted.
Sometimes I forget that all the others are just as affected as I am.
He moved his eyes onto me, and for that moment we were just sharing a gaze.
I yawned involuntarily, ruining the moment. I tried to apologise but the word ended up being elongated, and ended up sounding like a seal.
Mr. Blackbourne chuckled, "You're tired."
"So are you." I replied, still holding onto his arm.
His eyebrow arched, his lip turning up at the corner, "Am I really?"
"Mm hmm." I nodded. He may be smiling, but it wasn't hard to tell that he needed to sleep. I felt a little bit sorry for him.
As the elevator doors slowly closed, I raised up on my tip-toes and cupped his cheek with one hand, kissing the other. I don't know what came over me, I just wanted to comfort him.
I kissed him again, this time closer to his jaw. He was so still I almost wondered if I was doing something wrong.
But then he moved, placing his lips gently on mine. My breath was lost. I missed kissing him.
Initially his hands were resting lightly on my hips, but in the few moments that he kissed me his hands moved up, wrapping tightly around my waist so that we were completely crushed against each other.
His mouth picked up speed, and all the sudden the kiss turned from what was sweet and gentle, into hard and, almost desperate. It was only now that I realised I've been craving this all day.
Mr. Blackbourne's fingers tightened in grip as he pulled away from his lips and instead started to kiss my neck. I didn't even realise he was moving me around until he had my back against the wall of the elevator, his hip bone resting on the top of my thigh.
I slipped my hand in his hair, playing with it. He grunted in approval, making my bones shiver.
When he moved down to my neck, his teeth grazed my skin. He gently nipped a few times before he moved my hair, biting near my ear.
I forgot how good that felt.
He stopped, his hot breath tingling my neck.
"Please don't leave us," his intense silver eyes met mine. Right then, I could almost see a small glimpse of vulnerability,  "...ever".
I smiled, leaning forward to kiss him once more on the lips as the elevator doors opened, "I'm not going anywhere."