Storm and Silence (FANFIC)

08. The Biggest Surprise of All.

What is he going to do? Is he going to hug me? Pretend he's a goat and butt heads with me? What was I going to do? Let him do whatever he wanted? Push him away? Slap him?! Kick his guts?!?

As I pondered on what actions I should take, Mr. Ambrose lips collided with mine. At first, I was shocked. All I could do was stare at his granite face. But then I succumbed to it and closed my eyes as well. I remembered it... It came back to me in a rush. The way his lips felt when they first met mine. I don't know where or how I remembered it but I did. It was the same almost. Soft as velvet yet solid, resolute. They moved against my own, gently and almost...

I couldn't think straight for a moment. All my mind was occupied with was the fact the Mr. Rikkard Ambrose was kissing me. Me, Lillian Linton! And this... It's happened before? But how could he? The suffragist inside me roared and captured my mind: How dare he?! He humiliates you and your beliefs in public, tries to sack you because you're a girl, forces you to come along with him in retrieving a damned file, disappears from London for a month, only to go to a neighbouring country, comes back, tries to punish you, refuses every request you give for having you help him, says that he can't afford to let you die and now... This?! This is what he does!? And he's trying to make you like it! How terrible! How outrageous! Abominable! Get away from him Lilly, get away from him while you can! But I didn't. As if on their own accord, my arms broke free from his hands and wound themselves around his neck. I kissed him back. I kissed this bloody, chauvinistic, cold, cunning, insane, precisive miser back. And I...

Both our hearts were racing wildly. I knew mine was, but I could also feel his, as he was still pressed up against me. When I'd broken his grasp around my arms, he instead wrapped them around my waist and pulled me even closer than before. After a while we broke apart, both of us breathing hard.

"You... I..." I gasped out, staring at him. His eyes were stormy and dangerous, as if I was lost at sea on a thunderous night.

"I.. I'm so..." He said, voice frosty. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry, I should learn to... Ca.. Um.. I mean control.. Err..." He faltered. Clearing his throat he tried again. "I apologise Miss Linton I really sh-"

"Put a sock in it." I cut him off and pulled him towards me again. He didn't protest. My, I don't really think that I, Lillian Linton, would make the richest man of all England be so flustered! How did I do it!? Was I some sort of magical being to make Mr. Rikkard Ambrose, king of the chauvinists, be so... Flustered???

My arms unwrapped themselves from around his neck and instead, my hands made their way to his gorgeous chiselled face. My fingers caressed his face as his arms stayed around my waist. His lips were demanding, moulding them against my own. The whole thing was so... Unbelievably wrong yet it felt so... Right. His lips fit mine perfectly, as if they were supposed to be that way. As if... He was supposed to kiss me.

My teeth opened and bit down gently on his lower lip. They bit down harder and pulled him in closer towards me. As if we weren't close enough. One of his hands went up my back, towards my neck. The other one stayed where it was. We remained in that embrace for quite.. a long while. When we broke apart, we were breathing harder than before.

"You k-kissed me." I said, breathless, looking into his eyes again. How had I never noticed how gorgeous they were?? They were unbelievably mesmerising...

"I-I did." He replied.

"And this... This isn't the first time is.. is it?" He shook his head. Great Paul struck again, ringing out nine times and I knew for sure that work hours were long over.

We were alone in the Empire House.

"Why sir?" I whispered.

"Why what?"