The Falling Kingdoms: The Hidden Coffins

Chapter Fifteen: The Escape

I pulled my leather pants up, sliding the sword inside its pocket. Putting my feet inside the boots, I glanced at myself in the mirror for the last time before walking out of the cottage. I locked it and began my journey to the practice field. The sun wasn't even wholely up right now. It was five in the morning and I could see the moon getting lighter in the shades of the yellow light waking up. The goosebumps on my arms today weren't because of the cool wind but my last session with Raymond. I shuddered at the thought of never seeing him again, but handled myself as the field was now just a few steps ahead of me. I took a deep breath and entered it, looking around to catch his view.

"Good morning, Aviana." His deep voice called from behind as I tightened my fists to resist myself.

"Morning." I wished him, not so enthusiastically.

"Not a good one, huh? You again didn't sleep?" He was now standing in front of me, stretching his arms. I swooned and almost drooled at that.
"Come on, stretch your body!" He ordered.

I started copying his moves, keeping my eyes on the ground as I answered his earlier question. "Mornings were never good for me,"

Until now.

The lady in my head completed my sentence. I angrily groaned at her.

"Okay, let's make it a good one then. Swordfighting today!" He jumped forward and pulled out his sword, aiming it at my heart.

I took out mine, dismissing his. Then the fight started, both of us aiming to win. Our eyes never left each other's as he kept giving me face appraisals at my smooth moves. I dominated the fight for a bit and he muttered a "not bad" at that but he took charge after some time again. Still, I didn't let him win. I played with my mind this time, letting him come on me with his sword. As soon as he did that, I used my self defense skills and tripped him over my foot. He fell down on his stomach but quickly rolled over on his back and kept the tip of his sword on my heart. I slapped it away with mine, finally winning the fight with the tip of my sword on his chest now. His sword now laid a few yards away from us and he laid below me, completely helpless. 

"Wow, this was surprising," he chuckled and said, breathing heavily.

"Mhmm!" I grinned back and hummed.

"I bet this will be, too." He said and tripped my foot between his'. A scream let out of my mouth as I fell on him by my stomach. My head collided with his chest and we both moaned at the ache. But soon enough, our laughter covered up the pain. I didn't even realize when my gloved hand left my sword and I started stroking his hair with it. It was unattractive but so fulfilling at the same time. He stopped smiling, so did I. Our mouths leaned closer and along with the moment, we both forgot what we were to each other. Our lips touched and I didn't move even a bit until he began to kiss me. Then I kissed him back and he rolled us over. My legs wrapped around his torso and his weight came on me, our lips continuing the motion. I held him so tight, afraid he would go away. He kept stroking my sides, making me shiver just like his voice and smile did. It felt like that moment was made for us, stopping the living around us.
And right then it hit me. How wrong was I here, what was I doing and how I shouldn't!
I broke the kiss, horrifically staring with wide eyes at him. His eyes spoke of satisfaction and uncontrollable desire and it gave me chills to think it was for me. But the moment was over, the sun was up and the truth was in front of us.

"We should not have done that. We should not have done that!" I pushed him away and stood up, he following after me.

I refused to look him directly in the eye. Holding my head, my chest heaved up and down as my breathing became uneven. I couldn't think straight while kissing him but I was still sane. This was not right because I was going to leave this place today, forever.