Flower of the Flame

Chapter 6

*Emil pov*

Just like that, the ambush was over. Simon's body was awkwardly positioned opposite of me on the edge of the bed. What exactly just happened? Okay, recap.

Simon left out of the room after saying he couldn't resist me. I fell asleep eventually, unaware of his actions downstairs. Then I am abruptly woken by the pleasurable feeling of my breasts being fondled by Simon. That is a lot more than I expected tonight. Whew..

I pull my legs closer to me as I look at him. His head is down as he tries to control his breathing. I guess that little scene was what he meant by he couldn't resist me. A hormonal teenage boy and a petrified teenage girl sitting on the opposite of each other. Let's see how it ends folks.

"I'll sleep in one of the guest rooms." He said as he stood.

He's almost to the door when I cry out "Wait!"

I don't know what makes me want him to stay but something tells me to persist. No! What are you doing?! Let him leave! If he tries to feel me up again, I'll be prepared next time. If there is a next time. Oh dear...

He turns back to me, his eyes giving off a hint of care.

"Stay. Please.." I look away from his eyes when I plead to him.

He makes his way towards the bed. I hear the bed creak as he creeps up to me. He's inches away from me now. He looks at me while not saying a word. Just breathing, slowly.

"What?" He sounded like he was struggling to focus.

I held my breath, trying to form the words again. He was so close to me that breathing didn't feel like an option. "I said stay with me. Please don't leave me..." My voice was almost at a whisper if not already inaudible.

As I spoke the words, I heard a small growl. Not one that was meant to intimidate. It souded more like a sound of unbearable control. Suddenly, I felt his hand sliding up my criss crossed legs to reach my hand. I shivered at the contact, scared of his touch again but willing to succumb to it.

His other hand touches my face, his eyes staring straight into mine. "I wouldn't dream of leaving you, Emil."

I intertwine my hand with his as his thumb gently glides across my skin. "Ever."

Why is this such a comfortable position? I look away from Simon then turn towards the nightstand. Two cold drinks sit in a ring of water. A Sunkist and a Cola. My favorite.

He notices where I'm looking and reaches over to grab both of the drinks. He keeps the Sunkist and hands me the other. Opening his can as soon as he makes the exchange."You got the Cola, for me?" I look from the soda to him.

He wipes his mouth after taking a sip "Uh...yeah. I thought it was your favorite, I wasn't sure though." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

"That's nice of you to think of." I smile down at the drink as I open it with a click!

"Well, you would get it regularly after school at the vending machines so I figured. You don't go as much now, though." He takes a long sip of the Sunkist after he spoke the last sentence.

"Yeah, well I don't ask mom for money anymore. I barely get to see her anyway..." My smile wavers, but only for a second.

My tone must have caught his attention because he looks at me with seriousness. Taking my hand again, he starts to speak. Quit touching me, I'm starting to like it..

"I know how that feels. My parents aren't exactly sociable whenever I'm in their presence," He pauses then looks up at me, lifting my hand up towards his mouth.

"but don't worry. I will always acknowledge your presence." He softly kisses my hand.

I gasp. Great. Now I'm probably blushing.

"Red looks great on you." He laughs. It's a comforting sound..

I try to fight the urge to laugh as well, but I fail miserably. A laugh escapes my lips as I cover my smile with my other hand. I look away from him and at the clock. 1:45 am.

I can't believe I've been at Simon's house for at least three hours. I would have never imagined the outcome of being pushed into a locker would lead to this. Something that I've grown to enjoy as minutes go by.

"Um I should go home. It's pretty late." Don't go..

Simon's face instantly changes to a distressed expression. "What?! No, don't go. I was hoping you'd stay...or at least for a while longer." He places his hand back onto my legs.

"I wouldn't want your parents thinking the wrong thing." I couldn't live with myself if rumors spread..

"They won't be back until next week. They're on vacation." He reassures.

"My mom-"

"I can take care of that."

He never stops, does he? I finally give in with a slight reluctant sigh. "Fine. But if I get in trouble because of you, I'm-"

"You won't. Trust me." He smiles innocently.

I chuckle. "Are you always this persistent?"

"When I want something, yes."

I gasp slightly, thinking back to a minute ago. He definitely wanted something.

"You know what I want right now?" His voice was soft.

"N-No." Please don't say me..please don't say me.

"Sleep." He moves towards me and kisses my forehead.

His movement startles me at first. "That's what I originally planned to do before-" He stops himself. Before you pounced on me. Don't remind me..

His muscles flex as he moves beside me. Why hadn't I noticed he was half naked until now? That's not something I thought I'd miss. Those shorts would look better on the floor though. Ah! Stop thinking like that!

I blink, trying to regain my thoughts. My hormones aren't really helping. It's his fault anyway.

I lay my head on one of the pillows, turning it slightly to gaze at Simon's body as he tries to get comfortable beside me. "Um..do you always sleep like that?" I point toward his chest.

He looks down at what he's wearing, which is barely anything. He smiles cheekily. "Actually, yes. I've always found it comfortable to sleep in almost nothing."

His smile changes to a smirk as he starts to lean his face towards me. "Just be glad, I don't sleep nude."

My eyes widen. Naked. Well I mean he already looks great with no shirt on, so I have no doubt about him wearing nothing. No! Bad thoughts!

I laugh "Let's just worry about sleep, like you said. Remember?"

He chuckles and moves a bit closer to me. "Yeah. Sleep."

He grabs my hand, rubbing my skin with his thumb again. "Goodnight, Emil."

"Goodnight."

I guess this is okay..