Soulmates and Exceptions #Wattys2016

Disappointment

      By one mid-summer evening, Brea had enough. She pulled back the blanket and sheets, rising from her bed. It hadn't been dark outside long. She paced the length of her room. She needed to spend more time alone with Jackson. She stopped. She knew just how she would do that. She tiptoed down the hallway to check on her parents. Her mom was already asleep, while her dad read his book. He'd be asleep soon as well. She slid back into her room, closing the door soundlessly. She opened her window and climbed out, thankful that both her home and Jackson's were one-floor dwellings.

      Jackson tried to fall asleep, but failed. The need he had for Brea grew each passing day. A light tapping came from his window, causing him to jump out of his bed to investigate. He found the bright eyes of the girl he had been thinking about staring back at him. "Brea!" He whispered, opening the window and helping her climb into the room. "What are you...?"

      She kissed him. "I needed to see you, silly."

      Jackson looked her up and down. She came over wearing her pajamas, well, the green shorts and purple tank top that she used as pajamas for the summer. The way she was standing in front of him, her top lowered just enough for him to see a part of his mark on her. He now understood why his dad and John had emphasized the difficulty of resisting your soulmate. She shivered slightly. "You're cold." He said more as a statement than a question.

      "I didn't really think this through. It was a bit colder tonight than I'd thought it'd be."

      Jackson grinned, taking her hand to tug her towards his bed. "Get in. I'll warm you up." His hand reached for his neck as soon as the words left his mouth. "I um...meant the blankets...because we said that..." he fumbled his excuse.

      Brea bit her lip and nodded. "I knew what you meant." She crawled onto his bed, slipping under the blanket. Snuggles can be just as good." She patted the spot she made next to herself.

     Jackson climbed in next to her, quickly pulling her close to him, savoring everything about the moment: how she felt in his arms, how she smelled faintly of fruit shampoo, and the flaming warmth he felt all over. "We'll get into so much trouble if anyone catches us."

      Brea toyed with the bangs of his dark hair. "I don't really care right now."

       They were told that completing their bonding would be intense, but all descriptions given to them failed to do it justice. The little bit of pain was overpowered by the fullness and pleasure. There couldn't possibly be a drug this addictive. Now, they could strongly sense, to a varying degree what emotion the other was feeling. She laid on his bed, his body curled protectively around her own. Jackson could feel his own happiness, but he could also feel hers, radiating from the mark on his chest. It was soothing enough to lull the couple into a peaceful slumber.

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     Jackson walked over to Brea, leaning down to kiss his soulmate. "You were thinking about when we first bonded, weren't you?" He whispered huskily, giving her a sly smile, causing her body to flush.

     Regaining a tiny bit of composure, she arched her eye back at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

     "Get a room!" Shouted Spencer from the other side of the patio.

     "That's up to her!" Jackson wiggled his eyebrows at Brea.

     "Don't worry, I still love you Spence!" She blew a kiss over to him.

     "Of course you do." He winked and went back to reading his book.

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