Thread: Nevermore: Neither Here Nor There (Haru & Mally)

Any moment now, he was going to go into the washroom and immerse himself into a bath and all her shame and embarrassment of being such an awkward and antisocial virgin would pass away and she could lift her head up with maybe a splinter of dignity in tact. But that door never shut and slight bit of chill she felt was immediately eradicated when a warm body hovered near hers. Was he really just above her? Then came his voice and the deep baritone of his very sexy voice sent shivers up her spine. Not only did her sensual levels spike, she was also comforted by his apology. Not just because he apologized but it was the first time a member of the opposite sex that wasnt related to her was apologizing and seemed genuinely aggrieved by his actions. I wouldnt say poorly-- she began to explain herself and why she willingly face-planted into the pillow when his strong arms surprisingly gently wrapped around her and pulled her back into him. Though she remained clothed and he was most definitely not, she could feel his warmth and the hard contours of his torso almost perfectly as if she wasnt clothed. It was her first time being in this kind of contact with a man, let alone a man who was real, as handsome as Straton and felt as good as he did. Strong arms, incredible physique, definitely able to hold his own and a sexy voice to boot as well as not being terrible to look at. Oh...who was she kidding?! He was perhaps the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes upon, easily able to give Christian Grey, Blaine Kirk and Kade Dennon--the three most attractive men aside from Mr. Darcy in her literary world--a run for their money. Most likely because he was real! Turning in his arms, Emory looked up at him, her words she was about to speak earlier robbed from her after one look into those beautiful deep pools of rich color eyes. She noticeably swallowed and her lips parted, as if breathing through her nose was a complicated task. His lips descended down toward hers and she had a moment of hysterics in needing to pull away, though she didnt show it. But that all went away the moment his lips touched hers. It was nothing at all like she thought her first kiss would be. No, it was so much better. It was true in thinking that all the books she read, all the research, movies and television shows could not have prepared her for this. But in a way Emory was quite happy with that because that meant everything she thought she knew would be a wonderful surprise and far better than she could have ever imagined. LIke this kiss. Her heartbeat is rising rapidly! Isnt that usually a good thing? In this case, no. If her blood pressure continues this way, she will experience cardiac arrest. Not only brain dead but officially dead as well! We have a code blue in room 228. I repeat, code blue. Doctors and nurses left their current tasks and rushed to the room in assistance. One nurse was filling a syringe with a medication to help decrease her rise in blood pressure and her oxygen was increased as well to help her breath and to keep the flow of it to her brain. The beeping began to slow and everyone around her bed stopped what they were doing, stunned in how she suddenly came back down. Her blood pressure is dropping. They all watched in amazement as her blood pressure suddenly came to a perfect mark, all the machines going silent except for the slow beep of her heart monitor, indicating she was still alive and well with all crisis averted. Huh, the head doctor on her case murmured. Now thats a real head-scratcher. Her lips parted from his and she was left a little short of breath, her cheeks were rather flushed with rosy redness and her eyes fluttered open. He was a little blurry but that was to be expected without her glasses on at the moment. A soft smile graced her face and she breathed deeply through her nose. Can we do that again?