The hydracropsychic effect
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Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
851
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A brief rest.
~a brief rest~Chap.5
She hoped he couldn't feel her heart pounding in her chest. She questioned her sanity. Then she prepared to ask him the question shed been wondering since the first moment she laid eyes on him. "Will I ever see you again?" He smiles at this and gives a little laugh of delight. Such a seductive laugh, she thinks. His smile is utterly charming, and she realizes it is his first unguarded smile.
"Perhaps, I would like to see you again." This admission gives her hope. And she gathers up all her courage. I've got to tell him how I feel, she thinks. Wait. Feel? I'm actually feeling something, but what? Suddenly it hits her, while she is with him the emptiness is gone. Her inner void is filled and she feels complete. "I want to see you again too. You make me feel so much. Its like you can see right through me. I feel so eviscerated, and I know I can't hide from you. I don't want to. Please don't leave me." Her voice trembles but once its out she feels better. She knows he is having an internal argument. She watches nervously for signs of drunkenness, anything that might impair his judgment.
He looks torn, and he opens his mouth to speak a few times, but closes it again. Then his face hardens and he stares dead on at her. His voice is strong but soft as he finally speaks, "What are you asking of me?" She takes his cowardess as her queue to be blunt. She is young enough to be forgiven her flaws. She wonders briefly if he can tell how old she is. He is asking her to take a dive; his answer burns in his eyes, imploring her to set him free. "Take me home with you" she whispers.
His dull green eyes sharpen beneath the fringe; she sees fear, sadness, and rage. She regrets having asked and when his eyes don't dull and his expression curls into a dark scowl she backs away from him. She stands over him, not knowing how to snap him out of his sudden black mood. Now is his chance to play the hero, to valiantly decline the invitation of the sordid young woman. "You should go," he mumbles and his voice is spiked with pain. Is he testing my sincerity, she wonders? His evident agony speaks to her, and before she even realizes it she has begun to covet. She cannot let him go now.
"Where will I be able to find you?" she asks timidly. His face goes blank and he shakes his head slowly. She says, "Come and stay with me," it's not a request. She reaches out her hand to help him up and he accepts it. When he is standing she realizes how big he is, tall, big boned, she feels so tiny beside him. She leads him in the direction of her house but he stops her. "We can take my car" She doesn't hesitate getting in, she trusts him.
They don't speak except for the few directions she needs to give him to get to her house. She watches him in the dim light, and wishes he would talk to her. He is so strange to her, and yet completely absorbing. Tell me who you are, she thinks desperately. When they have almost arrived she says "Park the car at the end of the street so my parents don't see." She sees him tense. Surely he could tell how young she was? "I know I probably should have told you this before, I'm 17 years old. I still attend high school, and I live with my parents." She feels her cheeks color darkly and she waits for his response.
This is his last chance at escape and she finds herself secretly praying that he doesn't take it. "Its ok, I figured you were around 17. Won't your parents mind me staying with you?" he asked "They don't really care what I do, they leave for work early in the morning, so just be quiet and stay in my room and they wont notice you." He nodded and then turned away, suddenly shy again and unable to look her in the eye.
"Thank you for letting me stay with you tonight. I really appreciate it." "Its my pleasure" she says all too truthfully. Did he really think she was just being a Good Samaritan? Perhaps she needed to be more blunt to get her point across. Still she didn't have the nerve to declare her love, not tonight anyway, maybe tomorrow. When they stepped quietly into the foyer she removed her jacket and tossed it on the couch before reaching out to take his. She hung it on the coat rack, and then led him into the kitchen before switching on the light. The hard light flooded his face and she was able to see him clearly for the first time. She noticed two things; his face was angular with a strong jaw line and a thick sensuous mouth, his dark hair was graying at the temples and his left eye was blackened, although it looked to be healing. What sort of trouble had he gotten himself into? She felt the first wave of foreboding tingle in her chest. She decided not to mention it, as he was squirming under her scrutiny already.
"Would you like to take a shower? You can use my bathroom and Ill find you something dry to put on." "Yes I think I will, thank you." She led him to bathroom and waited patiently outside the door as he removed his wet and dirty clothing. When he opened the door to hand them out to her she saw how big his chest was, his arms were very muscular and well defined, and she shuddered. Then she saw the marks. Long, deep wounds gouged into his chest and belly, some healing while others looked quite fresh. His arms were bruised in some areas, and she winced inwardly at the sight of them.
Then she left him to his shower, and went into the laundry room. She collapsed upon the floor and played the nights events through her head. Pressing her face into his sopping shirt she inhaled the scent of him and wondered what to do next. She could feel he was in trouble. His dark eyes cried out for help and she was bewitched by his brooding nature. The way he could be joyful one moment, and sorrowful the next. I need to get him to talk to me she thought. Still she was afraid to fracture the fragile relationship, which at this moment was indefinable to her. It just didn't seem real.
When she came back into the living room he was sitting on the couch a towel wrapped around his waist. His somber expression along with the pink fluffiness of the diminutive towel was almost comical. He was absolutely adorable. "Oh I'm sorry! I forgot your clothes!" she exclaimed. She didn't own any guys clothes so she gathered up what she had hoping he wouldn't mind. She brought him a pair of baggy black shorts and the biggest t-shirt she owned, which was still small on him. It clung to his well muscled chest, and rode up in front exposing just a hint of soft skin, and a light dusting of soft looking dark hair below his navel. She tried not to gawk as she showed him into her room.
"This is where we'll sleep, you can use the bed, Ill sleep on the floor." "No! That's ok Ill be fine sleeping on the floor. You can take the bed," he protested. She was stubborn though and eventually he gave in and collapsed upon the bed in sheer exhaustion. He slid beneath the covers and she smiled at how serene he looked with his eyes closed. "Goodnight" he said as she turned out the light. She lay quietly in the dark and listened to his breathing until she knew he was asleep. It was so awkward to know he was so close to her in the dark.
Was he dreaming, and if so what was he dreaming of? She felt like a fool for not being brave enough to tell him what she wanted from him, and now she was stuck on the floor, alone, and troubled. Her mind drifted back to the gashes, and the black eye." What are you hiding from Laurent?" she sighed. She sat up and looked on his sleeping face, his newly washed hair smelled of her shampoo, but beneath that was the smell of his body, musky and male.
She wanted so desperately to touch him. She wanted to run her finger across the soft velvet of his lips, and she was just about to do this when he let out a little moan of fear. He began to squirm and whine, and then with a gasp he sat upright. His eyes snapped open, and his unfamiliar surroundings seemed to frighten him even more. She got up and sat gently on the bed beside him. She pushed him back against the pillows and stroked his still damp hair out if his eyes.
"Shhh. It\'s ok. Its Annie remember? It was just a dream, everything's ok now. Go back to sleep." "Annie" he croaks as his body relaxes one more. "You're going to have to trust me. I wont hurt you. Can you do that?" "Ill try" he whispers softly. He takes the hand that's been stroking him gently by the wrist and places it on his chest. He squeezes her wrist gently, and then pauses, and she knows he has found the marks. "What are these?" he asks. "Oh, its just something I used to do when I got upset. No big deal. Whatever helps you cope." She sees the glint of tears welling in his eyes. " Promise me you wont hurt yourself anymore." He says after a long period of silence. She lays the bait out plainly.
"Why?" she asks pleadingly. "Because if you left me I think I might die." That does it, she is crying openly, once again on his broad chest. He encloses her once more in his arms, rocking and shushing her. "Laurent?" she asks through her tears. "Yes?" "I think I'm falling in love with you!" she cries and then collapses once more into heart wrenching sobs. "I'm already in love with you Annie" he soothes and presses a kiss to the top of her head. Shortly after Annie is deep asleep, her arms curved around Laurent's waist, his hands on her hips. He tries to relax but every time he closes his eyes he is back in his burning living room. So he stays awake and watches Annie, his hands caressing her tenderly. Until finally at dawn he can no longer fight sleep, and it over takes him.
She hoped he couldn't feel her heart pounding in her chest. She questioned her sanity. Then she prepared to ask him the question shed been wondering since the first moment she laid eyes on him. "Will I ever see you again?" He smiles at this and gives a little laugh of delight. Such a seductive laugh, she thinks. His smile is utterly charming, and she realizes it is his first unguarded smile.
"Perhaps, I would like to see you again." This admission gives her hope. And she gathers up all her courage. I've got to tell him how I feel, she thinks. Wait. Feel? I'm actually feeling something, but what? Suddenly it hits her, while she is with him the emptiness is gone. Her inner void is filled and she feels complete. "I want to see you again too. You make me feel so much. Its like you can see right through me. I feel so eviscerated, and I know I can't hide from you. I don't want to. Please don't leave me." Her voice trembles but once its out she feels better. She knows he is having an internal argument. She watches nervously for signs of drunkenness, anything that might impair his judgment.
He looks torn, and he opens his mouth to speak a few times, but closes it again. Then his face hardens and he stares dead on at her. His voice is strong but soft as he finally speaks, "What are you asking of me?" She takes his cowardess as her queue to be blunt. She is young enough to be forgiven her flaws. She wonders briefly if he can tell how old she is. He is asking her to take a dive; his answer burns in his eyes, imploring her to set him free. "Take me home with you" she whispers.
His dull green eyes sharpen beneath the fringe; she sees fear, sadness, and rage. She regrets having asked and when his eyes don't dull and his expression curls into a dark scowl she backs away from him. She stands over him, not knowing how to snap him out of his sudden black mood. Now is his chance to play the hero, to valiantly decline the invitation of the sordid young woman. "You should go," he mumbles and his voice is spiked with pain. Is he testing my sincerity, she wonders? His evident agony speaks to her, and before she even realizes it she has begun to covet. She cannot let him go now.
"Where will I be able to find you?" she asks timidly. His face goes blank and he shakes his head slowly. She says, "Come and stay with me," it's not a request. She reaches out her hand to help him up and he accepts it. When he is standing she realizes how big he is, tall, big boned, she feels so tiny beside him. She leads him in the direction of her house but he stops her. "We can take my car" She doesn't hesitate getting in, she trusts him.
They don't speak except for the few directions she needs to give him to get to her house. She watches him in the dim light, and wishes he would talk to her. He is so strange to her, and yet completely absorbing. Tell me who you are, she thinks desperately. When they have almost arrived she says "Park the car at the end of the street so my parents don't see." She sees him tense. Surely he could tell how young she was? "I know I probably should have told you this before, I'm 17 years old. I still attend high school, and I live with my parents." She feels her cheeks color darkly and she waits for his response.
This is his last chance at escape and she finds herself secretly praying that he doesn't take it. "Its ok, I figured you were around 17. Won't your parents mind me staying with you?" he asked "They don't really care what I do, they leave for work early in the morning, so just be quiet and stay in my room and they wont notice you." He nodded and then turned away, suddenly shy again and unable to look her in the eye.
"Thank you for letting me stay with you tonight. I really appreciate it." "Its my pleasure" she says all too truthfully. Did he really think she was just being a Good Samaritan? Perhaps she needed to be more blunt to get her point across. Still she didn't have the nerve to declare her love, not tonight anyway, maybe tomorrow. When they stepped quietly into the foyer she removed her jacket and tossed it on the couch before reaching out to take his. She hung it on the coat rack, and then led him into the kitchen before switching on the light. The hard light flooded his face and she was able to see him clearly for the first time. She noticed two things; his face was angular with a strong jaw line and a thick sensuous mouth, his dark hair was graying at the temples and his left eye was blackened, although it looked to be healing. What sort of trouble had he gotten himself into? She felt the first wave of foreboding tingle in her chest. She decided not to mention it, as he was squirming under her scrutiny already.
"Would you like to take a shower? You can use my bathroom and Ill find you something dry to put on." "Yes I think I will, thank you." She led him to bathroom and waited patiently outside the door as he removed his wet and dirty clothing. When he opened the door to hand them out to her she saw how big his chest was, his arms were very muscular and well defined, and she shuddered. Then she saw the marks. Long, deep wounds gouged into his chest and belly, some healing while others looked quite fresh. His arms were bruised in some areas, and she winced inwardly at the sight of them.
Then she left him to his shower, and went into the laundry room. She collapsed upon the floor and played the nights events through her head. Pressing her face into his sopping shirt she inhaled the scent of him and wondered what to do next. She could feel he was in trouble. His dark eyes cried out for help and she was bewitched by his brooding nature. The way he could be joyful one moment, and sorrowful the next. I need to get him to talk to me she thought. Still she was afraid to fracture the fragile relationship, which at this moment was indefinable to her. It just didn't seem real.
When she came back into the living room he was sitting on the couch a towel wrapped around his waist. His somber expression along with the pink fluffiness of the diminutive towel was almost comical. He was absolutely adorable. "Oh I'm sorry! I forgot your clothes!" she exclaimed. She didn't own any guys clothes so she gathered up what she had hoping he wouldn't mind. She brought him a pair of baggy black shorts and the biggest t-shirt she owned, which was still small on him. It clung to his well muscled chest, and rode up in front exposing just a hint of soft skin, and a light dusting of soft looking dark hair below his navel. She tried not to gawk as she showed him into her room.
"This is where we'll sleep, you can use the bed, Ill sleep on the floor." "No! That's ok Ill be fine sleeping on the floor. You can take the bed," he protested. She was stubborn though and eventually he gave in and collapsed upon the bed in sheer exhaustion. He slid beneath the covers and she smiled at how serene he looked with his eyes closed. "Goodnight" he said as she turned out the light. She lay quietly in the dark and listened to his breathing until she knew he was asleep. It was so awkward to know he was so close to her in the dark.
Was he dreaming, and if so what was he dreaming of? She felt like a fool for not being brave enough to tell him what she wanted from him, and now she was stuck on the floor, alone, and troubled. Her mind drifted back to the gashes, and the black eye." What are you hiding from Laurent?" she sighed. She sat up and looked on his sleeping face, his newly washed hair smelled of her shampoo, but beneath that was the smell of his body, musky and male.
She wanted so desperately to touch him. She wanted to run her finger across the soft velvet of his lips, and she was just about to do this when he let out a little moan of fear. He began to squirm and whine, and then with a gasp he sat upright. His eyes snapped open, and his unfamiliar surroundings seemed to frighten him even more. She got up and sat gently on the bed beside him. She pushed him back against the pillows and stroked his still damp hair out if his eyes.
"Shhh. It\'s ok. Its Annie remember? It was just a dream, everything's ok now. Go back to sleep." "Annie" he croaks as his body relaxes one more. "You're going to have to trust me. I wont hurt you. Can you do that?" "Ill try" he whispers softly. He takes the hand that's been stroking him gently by the wrist and places it on his chest. He squeezes her wrist gently, and then pauses, and she knows he has found the marks. "What are these?" he asks. "Oh, its just something I used to do when I got upset. No big deal. Whatever helps you cope." She sees the glint of tears welling in his eyes. " Promise me you wont hurt yourself anymore." He says after a long period of silence. She lays the bait out plainly.
"Why?" she asks pleadingly. "Because if you left me I think I might die." That does it, she is crying openly, once again on his broad chest. He encloses her once more in his arms, rocking and shushing her. "Laurent?" she asks through her tears. "Yes?" "I think I'm falling in love with you!" she cries and then collapses once more into heart wrenching sobs. "I'm already in love with you Annie" he soothes and presses a kiss to the top of her head. Shortly after Annie is deep asleep, her arms curved around Laurent's waist, his hands on her hips. He tries to relax but every time he closes his eyes he is back in his burning living room. So he stays awake and watches Annie, his hands caressing her tenderly. Until finally at dawn he can no longer fight sleep, and it over takes him.