Define Close [Nygmobblepot]

Ch12: I May Be Snared

Oswald's POV

My shoulders tense, I lift them up slightly as we step out of the restaurant, into the cool, night air. I turn to Ed who smiles at me as he buttons his jacket.

"I had a good time." He tells me and I smile at the fact he feels the need to announce it even though it was rather obvious we were both enjoying ourselves. It really was fantastic, I've never forgotten everything else in my mind as easily as I do with him. It's refreshing.

"Me too." I reply, straightening his lapel before looking up at him. Gently, he caresses the side of my face with his fingertips before leaning down to kiss me. I know I'm blushing wildly considering we're in a public place but I don't really mind, instead I reach up and respond to the kiss that seems to be the only heat out here. It's like all the warmth ran away as the sun went down but now I feel warmth spread all over me as he pulls me against him, his arm sliding around my waist.

"If you break me I do not stop working." He says quietly and I frown. "If you touch me I may be snared. If you lose me nothing will matter. What am I?"

I'm a little taken aback by the sudden riddle but I guess I should be getting used to them by now. "What?"

"Your heart." He says and I hold my breath. "As much as it scares me, I've given mine to you."

I look at him, my head feeling dizzy as I try to make sense of everything and come up with an appropriate response. How is he able to put everything into words so perfectly?

Our driver honks once and I roll my eyes. Ed grins down at me. "Do you mind walking?" He asks and I raise a brow.

"Of course not."

Softly, he kisses my nose. "I was just thinking about-"

"My leg is fine." I insist and push him back from his chest as he smiles at me before going over to the driver who opens his window as I reach to him.

"We'll walk." I inform him before turning back to Ed who reaches for my hand, lacing our fingers together.

"I thought it'd be nice to get some air and spend some more time together, in peace." He explains as we walk down the street.

"Sounds wonderful." I tell him with a smile. "But you do know you could stay over, we can spend time together as long as you wish."

"I'd like that." He replies. "Actually, my apartment isn't far away either. And trust me, I don't have maids coming in the morning so we could sleep as long as we want."

I chuckle. "Alright.. sounds good." I agree, biting my lip.

For a while we walk in silence until I open my mouth again. "I love you too." I blurt out suddenly, my mind still rewinding his earlier confession even though I never got around to replying.

He kisses the top of my head and I laugh before pressing my lips on his shoulder, breathing in his, now so familiar, scent. He grins at me, giving my hand a small squeeze before returning his gaze to the street and I do the same.

Ed wasn't lying about his place being close because we soon arrive to the building and he guides us into his apartment. It's not very big but it's very nice, it feels like a home. Sometimes the mansion feels too big, it's not exactly the apartment my mother and I used to live in and it's hard to feel that at home there sometimes but it does remind me of my father.

Ed's apartment on the other hand couldn't remind me more of him. There are lots of books, he seems to have some experiment going on everywhere and there's a color scheme of green which he also wears a lot of.

"It's lovely." I say out loud. "Thanks for letting me see it."

He chuckles as he hangs up both of our jackets. "Well, it's not a secret." He replies. "Not that I have guests often, though, so don't mind the mess." I wouldn't call it a mess, everything seems very much organized as things usually tend to be with him but there's a lot of different things around. "Would you want a drink or tea or something?" He asks me then and I turn back to him.

"No, I'm fine, thank you." I tell him with a small smile. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say or do next, I don't think anyone has invited me over like this before. There just seems to be, especially after a date and a wonderful evening together, some kind of charged energy between us. "Did you.. ask me here for a specific reason?" I ask curiously, my voice more quiet than before.

He seems a bit surprised. "No." He says then. "I asked you here because I want to be with you. We can do whatever we want and more importantly we don't have to do anything you don't want to."

I nod. But what if I do want to? I haven't really thought about it, honestly, but now I definitely am. Carefully, I reach up, pressing my lips on his. I let my hand slide behind his neck, pulling him down and he responds just as eagerly, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tightly against him. I let out a surprised but pleased sound and wound my hands into his hair.

Suddenly he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his hips quickly in order to stay there, letting out a laugh. He grins, kissing me softly before walking over to his bed, sitting down on the edge of it and I stay on his lap, gripping his shoulders as I settle myself there before resuming the kiss that slowly but surely starts to heat up.

Edward's POV

Our mouths moving together, our tongues exploring each other and my hands slightly shaking as I settle them on his hips, so many thoughts go through my head that I'm unable to keep track of most of them. All I can really grasp is that not have I only realized I want him but that he seems to want me too.

He runs his fingers through my hair and then his hips move against mine, carefully but it doesn't go unnoticed. My grip on his hips tightens a bit and I pull away, so little my lips are still almost touching his as I breathe heavily. "Are you sure?" I whisper. He just nods eagerly before kissing the side of my mouth and we both smile. Our hands move quickly, our fingers fumbling a bit as we start loosening each other's ties and unbuttoning each other's shirts.

I know I'm not thinking straight and I'm aware sleeping with him definitely isn't necessary to the original plan, he truly cares for me and that's all that matters. Which makes me realize I'm doing this purely because I want to. Which, on the other hand, makes me realize what I don't want is going through with the plan.

Our ties fly to the floor and then he's carefully pushing my unbuttoned shirt down my shoulders. He's moving extremely slow but I don't feel the need to rush him, instead watching him as he watches me curiously, his hands exploring my shoulders, eventually moving down my arms and getting rid of my shirt in the process and soon it lands on the floor as well. I smile before kissing him and unbuttoning the last of his waistcoat and shirt before they join the previous items of clothing as I throw them aside. He moves his hips on mine again, letting his hands travel down my chest and sighing into my mouth. I grab him, swinging him on his back on the bed which makes him chuckle and I smile as I fit myself between his legs before lying on top of him. He pulls me to him harder and I enjoy the feeling of his skin against mine. I press a quick kiss on his lips before moving down to his neck, tracing my lips across his skin before leaving kisses there and he lets out a small moan. My hips snap up against his and my pants start to feel uncomfortably tight and he seems to be in a similar situation but I bring my lips back to his before going on with anything. His fingers dig into my back and all I know is that I'd let him do anything, make me bleed if he wanted to and I've never given myself like that to anyone.

I'm starting to wonder who has who wrapped around their finger after all and it might not be me.