The Waves

It Was All For You

It was 11 when she accepted the fact she couldn't sleep.  She put her over sized pale pink hoodie over her silk cami and walked up the stairs to Call's room in her silk black pajama shorts. She politely knocked on his door 3 times before hugging herself, hoping to get warmer which didn't work to well. He opened the door almost immediately and this time completely revealing his room which looked exactly like hers yet the windows showed  an amazing view of a beautiful beach.

"Hey," she said as he gestured for her to come in. She accepted the invitation,

"Sorry I couldn't sleep,"

"It's fine, how are you feeling?" he asked. She looked down and sat next to him on his bed, she looked conflicted before looking up at him with anger,

"How could you," She abruptly said in a disgusted tone. He looked genuinely confused. 

"Tamara...what do you mean?" She scoffed,

"How could you! You knew I was miserable! Do you think I'm weak? We- We could have done this together and cleverly fought him!"  She pushed his shirtless, unfamiliarly lean body in between every statement to punctuate her point.  He cut her off, and gently tried to hold her. Something he's wanted to do the past 2 years other than kiss her but she just brushed home off.

"Don't even touch me," she scoffed, heading for the door. He gingerly grabbed he hand,

"Tamara, wait," 

"No," she clipped trying to open the door but Call used air magic to lock it. She turned around and shoved him but he caught he hands. He gently pulled her close and held her, brushing her hair softly. She didn't wrap her arms around him but given the way she gave in, she returned the hug, causing him to hold her tighter. She smelled familiarly of honey and he; vanilla and sandle wood, making the whole gesture undeniably warm and comforting.

He softly sighed now realizing someone told her what was really happening causing her to look more angry and betrayed then he'd ever seen her, but who. No one but him and Alex knew. Meanwhile her breathes seemed to steady.

"Call, I- I missed you so much. You knew that. How could you even do that to me?" He released her,

After looking through his window at the lapping water of the beautiful beach, he thought really hard about what he was about to say, clenching his jaw a couple of times. He finally locked his sterling, sharp, piercing eyes with her sad, brown, soft ones.

    "Truthfully; it's because I love you." He paused with a sigh, "believe it or not Tamara, you are my liability and I'd do anything to protect you. Truthfully, it was all for you." After she said nothing, he diverted his eyes from hers,  what he said was a huge jump but he needed to say something that he knew would calm her down and it was true. "But apparently, I've put you in even more danger,"  He added on, seemingly to himself. She meaningfully looked at his eyes with a suddenly calmer tone and expression. They stood there for a moment before she broke the silence through the smallest voice he's ever heard her use,

"Call, truly, I couldn't feel safer...I just can't believe I went through all of that grief."

"No I understand and I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help myself when it comes to your safety.  It's either you dead or mad at me and the choice is obvious." He replied so fast he almost interrupted her,

"I know it's just-"

"And Tamara," He looked at her with those eyes she truly believed trapped a storm, " I know you would have done the same for me," She couldn't argue with that. She looked down and smiled. 

"Well um, I should go back to bed then,"

"Wait if you are having trouble, maybe I can do something, plus it's easier for me to protect you if you're here with me, I- I mean if you want though," he said, frantically rushing through every statement and realizing all of them where no better than the last. Then he realized the most obvious... it may be weird sleeping in the same bed as her. But despite all, she smiled, a genuine one this time,

"You know I can hold my own," His cheeks immediately became red so she quickly finished her statement," But if you want me to, I will."

"I'd love for you to," he said right before committing to bite his tongue before he says anything else before he thoroughly thinks about it. Even though his mind was everywhere considering he's been yearning for her touch since Alex's initial threat a couple years back, she was stunning, even in her movements', she lay down next to him on the queen size bed confident yet grace and flawless. She pulled his grey sheets and comforter, and white faux fur blanket all the way up to her sloped nose which he found so adorable.  Her dilated dark brown eyes became smaller under her heavy eyelids as a natural wing appeared on the outside of either eye indicating that under the bedding, the edges of her mouth rose too. And with the lust enhancing low lighting of his Yankee moonlight candle, Call was speechless, she broke his daze by saying,

"Goodnight Call." He smiled,

"Goodnight Mara,"  Her eyes smiled a bit more and with a bit of adjusting, she was deep in slumber.

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She fluttered her eyes open to find Call on his side, laying directly across from her, looking at her lazily.  She jumped back a bit before settling again and rubbing her eyes,

"Good morning," she mumbled, a bit embarrassed before realizing why she was awake.  She removed her sweater, the tight hem pulling up her cami a bit revealing her 11 abs. She looked down, quickly pulling the cami back down to her waist.

"Good morning," she softly said, trying to recompose herself,

"Good middle-of-the-nighting," he responded with a lazy, sheepish smile. She looked at the time, returning her head to the plush pillow as she realized it was 3 am.

"Why-" she started asking.

"Do you sweat so much in your sleep," he sarcastically said. She sarcastically rolled her eyes,

"It doesn't happen often and a comforter, sheet and hoodie, is extremely hot. But I was asking why aren't you asleep?!" She said realizing the bags under his eyes.

"To be honest, I usually sleep on my back and my peripheral vision doesn't go far enough to see you so I guess...I guess I'm so paranoid I'd rather stay awake than let you out of my sight." She could hear the embarrassment in his voice.  Although she smiled and playfully moved her head into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, one resting on her head and the other rubbing her back.

"Better?" she asked. He let out a silent sigh of relief and said,

"Thank you,"

"Am I hurting your leg?" she said suddenly, lifting her hand from his hip. She'd totally forgotten.

"Tamara, you're perfect."  She paused for a second before resting her hand back onto his perfectly curved V line.

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As Call had expected since he'd first seen her in the dining hall a few weeks ago; everyone had learned to love her recently. The beautiful cellist with hypnotizing vibrato, simply and undoubtedly being the pride of the Palace's orchestra. Most notably, her notorious performance of Sleeping Beauty's, "Once Upon A Dream," so effortless, yet with a clear, honeyed, appealing tone. She even had solos with her cello or vocals at gold year orientations and was often asked to perform for events like weddings and parties which she always tried her best to find time to do. In fact, despite upperclassmen stereotypes, the gold year students wanted to talk to her. She was popular but despite her reputation, she talked to literally everyone including the outcasts. This meant that Call always got a bit stingy and irritated, and admittedly, somewhat envious, and overprotective of something that simply wasn't his. Especially when she would talk to the social Gold year students with charming smiles, abs, and more kindness as well as gentleness towards her than anyone else.

Yet for once, he allowed himself to be in the moment he's dreamt about for weeks. Here, with her, trying to not let his grin be too obvious. She was warm rain, comforting silk, and everything he pictured when someone said the word 'goddess'. He train of thought came to a halt when he heard,

"Night," An unexpected half whisper with an audible smile

"Goodnight." he whispered in response, the playful grin returning.