The Day We Became Human

Part 8-Breath.

Breath.

Breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth, I clutch the gold door handle with the initials C.D. engraved into it. I stand freezing with the spare towel that was hanging on the towel rack wrapped tightly around my shivering body and holding the soaked bloody clothes in my arms. I take one last breath; in through the nose out through the mouth, like my councillor once told me to do if I ever felt the need to.

When I was fifteen I was diagnosed with several different types of eating disorders and clinical depression. I would see her every week on Wednesday mornings and I would dread it, although it helped but sometimes I wanted to feel that way, it helped me feel at least something because most of the time I felt out of my own body, almost numb. I was bullied for my weight, people stared, laughed and had a comment on every article of clothing I wore and it wasn't until I passed out from not eating and purging every meal that my mom and Teagan found out.

I unlock the door and twist the handle, knowing that I would be going back into a world that I was so desperately trying to hide from, but always seemed to seek me. Even colder air hit me making me feel weaker at the knees.

Walking out I stalk over to the bed that I could care less about now, unlike earlier in the night when I felt as though I was on cloud nine...literally. I pull the blinds open to reveal the most amazing view: the mountains and valleys surround a blue lake that's surrounded by evergreen trees, the sky was sliced in about four; each sector taking on a different colour. I took a minute to take it all in before I decide to peel the towel away from my body but stopped just in time.

"Wondered when you were going to come out." Jude said wiping the sleep out of his eyes and yawning. He was sat down, back against the wall next to the bathroom door. My eyes were as wide as saucers and I cringe as I rewrap the towel round my body, dropping the damp clothing on the ground at my feet.

"Oh god, Jude!" he smiled at my reaction.

"Why are you smiling? Once is okay but twice? Twice is a death wish Jude, God!" I exclaimed lifting the wet curls from in front of my eyes. He walked over but before he could reach me I stopped him.

"Jude stop what the hell I'm..."

"Naked. Yeah I can see that, I've seen it all before minus the towel." he said carefree throwing the words around like it was normal. Staring at him in complete and utter disgust, I found it hard to form any words.

"What? When?" I was not comfortable seeing my body and he'd seen it without me even knowing, embarrassment took over and the light from the sunrise made it impossible to hide my now crimson cheeks.

"That day your mom gave me her ID card to come and get you, I walked in and saw you in the shower, you didn't notice so I thought I'd spare you the embarrassment." I could see his face take on the familiar tint mine had.

"Okay. I'm suffering from sleep deprivation, my heads pounding and my limbs feel as though they've been mutilated so my mind has not got any space or time to process this information...Did you sleep out here all night?"

"Yeah you didn't seem fit to stay by yourself so I thought I would stay, just until you came out. And I'm sorry I made you jump, I mean that with all sincerity." He said in a serious tone this time.

"I was fine you didn't have to...the least you could of done was sleep on the bed." it was sweet that he cared, but I hated people feeling sorry for me.

"You don't have to pity me Jude..." he looked at me a confused stricken expression settling on his profile his eyes questioning me 'what the hell are you talking about?'

"Why else would you have stayed?" he takes a few steps closer looking me dead in the eye with a visible tension growing between us.

"Maybe because I care Lyra. You're my partner, we are supposed to be there for each other otherwise what's the point? We'd been doing it wrong for six months Lyra, putting up with each other's bullshit and it took us coming out here to realise that. Us together, working as a team is when we as individuals work best, I mean you saw it out there earlier tonight: how we slayed them without a break of  sweat." he opined and his words drifted me so far into the ocean that I hadn't noticed that he was clasping my shoulders.

"You have me and I'm not going anywhere, as I'm sure you're going to be there for me and that you're not going anywhere?"

"I'm not if I can help it, but you're a tad inaccurate about one thing." I inquired.

"What?" he asked, confusion tugging at his vocal chords.

"There was a substantial amount of sweat." I watch that boyish grin from yesterday reappear.

"Unless you have very generous sweat glands, and in that case you'd have had no idea what the-"

 I feel the warmth of his body pressed against my own. An unfamiliar warmth grew and intertwined with my cold lips, a contrast to the freezing atmosphere. We both stood, his hands travelled downward clasping at my hips pulling me further into him, Fire lit and burned from with in my stomach causing me to wrap my arms around his neck deepening the kiss, both trying desperately to digest every second of this moment.

 
Hesitantly, I Depart from his soft heated lips and stow my forehead against his,  trying to catch my breath. Every part of me wants more. looking into his darkened eyes he stares hungrily at my lips once again his lips join mine at a quicker pace this time he runs his tongue across the seal of my lips asking for entrance and I gladly accept. His tongue flicks across my own making me inventorially moan into his mouth him groaning as a result and lifting me up his hands settled on my backside walking us over to the bed. Our lips not parting once.

Once settled on the bed he sits in-between my legs kissing me harder more determinedly I pull at his dark hair then unexpectedly he pulls away.   Words sit perched on my lips ready to take flight but like a baby bird they fail to soar. In the silence the only noise that can be heard is the chirping of the birds and the heaviness of our breathing.

"we should stop there if we went any further I don't think we would be able to control our self's ." he says breathlessly a smile tugging at his lips.

 I nod simply not being able to form any words.

"I should go, we could both do with some sleep." he said kissing me one last time then walked over to he door "See you later." he says and I smile in response still not being able to process what  had just happened.

He closed the door behind him leaving me to the loud silence and The overwhelming amount of joy building up inside me that was drowning my lungs, making it even harder to breathe.

A/N

Alright this chapter, as you can see, had a lot less in it, in terms of action (WELL NOT FOR LYRA) this was because I wanted to build their relationship and show you guys the different sides of both characters, how their love sprung from their hate.

I hope you liked it, tell me once again if it's all going too quickly so I can slow it down and please vote, only based off whether you think it's good enough.

Once again it is very late, like one minute to twelve and I think I'm going to pass out soooo, Hasta la Vista xxx