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𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐊, 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀
ELEANOR
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When I stirred back to reality, I was sweating profusely and my heart beats sounding like drums in my ears. The silence was instantly deafening as soon as I felt the empty bed-side beside me and the rumpled mattress strewn over the ledge like someone had given the struggle to get out of. I was out of the bed in a daze, the nightmare was forgotten, and nausea hit me like a truck. I swallowed it down forcibly. I blindly found a shirt, tugging it on as I marched my around the bed to glance at the empty, openly-planned bath. My legs were swift on their search around the warm room, eager to make their way down to the living room where I found who I was looking for.
My footsteps must've been rigid, his neck craning to me as I descended the stairs, two at a time. My eyes caught traces of colour littered around him like it had rained construction paper. I moved closer only to realize they were sticky notes. He didn't say anything more, turning back to whatever scratching down he was into. I merely rolled my eyes.
'Hey,' I said softly, rounding up the sofa and paddling to his side. I had already started to see the glow reappear in his skin, his eyes picking up the usual woodsy colour. He smelt warm and inviting, I found it hard not to wrap my arms around his torso and just stay there while breathing him in.
'You were exhausted and I uh,' he droned off, penning down something else that wracked his mind. 'I uh... just a sec.'
Or he would lose his train of thought. I peeped over, trying to catch a glimpse. He was efficiently hiding it from me, placing the pad over his thigh and inditing vigorously. I crouched from under the crook of his arm, fitting myself between his arm and body to break him out of his physical reverie.
'A little room for the peas in a pod, thanks.'
He laughed lowly, shifting to bring me into a one-arm embrace. 'There you go, baby momma. Get comfy.'
Just when I did, I let my innermost desires get the worst of me. Maybe it was pregnancy, maybe it was the house—but I was craving for a kiss from him. I let my lips caress his softly and he didn't waste time in returning it with just the right amount of softness, smiling. I swallowed his breaths, my heart fluttering when I felt him curve a hand over my waist to pull me closer. Running my hands up his hair, the glid with something smooth, like metal, and I let out a gasp.
'What?' He mumbled, ending up as a groan when I pushed his head forward to examine the opening to his the drive that was his mind. It was a two-pronged, rectangular opening at the nape and I felt a gag coming to me.
