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Here is the most recent part, sorry it is short, I'll try to get some more done before Wednesday. Happily I was able to work through some writer's block.
I tried to post yesterday, but it never posted, so here's a second try.
“Would talking about it help?”
Marissa looked up at him, trying to find the words to describe the all consuming fire and smoke she had seen, but the words died on her lips. Jason’s face was so close to hers, a mere hair’s breath away. Suddenly it wasn’t the memory of flames that quickened her pulse and had her catching her breath.
Ever so slowly Jason closed the distance between their mouths. This kiss was very unlike the first. That one had been hard and violent, this one was slow and exploring, the two were worlds apart. All thoughts of the vision, thoughts of comparing the two kisses, all thoughts in general ceased to exist for Marissa.
“Hmm,” Marissa made a humming sound as Jason pulled back. A smile spread across her lips, “Nothing like kissing a statue.”
Jason rolled his eyes and pulled Marissa tight against his chest. “From now on, I would really like it if I were not compared to some fictional character from a Teenage Romance novel.”
“I think I can manage that.” There was a pause. “Any chance you are going to blame that on an ex?”
“No,” Jason signed. “This one is all your fault.”
“I could live with that.” Marissa made no attempt to move from where she was as Jason rubbed lazy circles across her back.
She suddenly stiffened. “What is wrong?”
“I think I discovered one thing those books had right.”
“And what would that be?”
“Your hands are like ice.”
“Oh, sorry.” While he had been running his hand over her back, Jason hadn’t noticed that Marissa’s shirt had ridden up and his fingers had been brushing over bare skin. “That is not all of us, just me, low blood circulation or something. In fact, by comparison, Franny’s temperature is hot.”
“Probably because she can’t hold still.”
“That would be a same assumption.” Surprising herself, Marissa let out a yawn. “Glad to know you find my conversation riveting.”
“No, that’s not it,” Marissa struggled to pull back and sit up, but she found that trying to pull out of Jason’s arms was like trying to get free of a living steel cage. Giving in, she sighed. “The adrenaline wore off faster than usual, and thanks to you, I’m no longer scared.”
“Glad to be of assistance. If it is possible, you should try and go back to sleep.” Jason resumed stroking her back, making sure to keep fabric between his cold hands and her skin. A few minutes later, Marissa’s slow even breathing signaled she was finally asleep again. He smiled, her face didn’t hold any of the stress that it had earlier. She was peaceful and Jason enjoyed watching her, relaxed and not always worried.
Around 6 o’clock Jason heard the trap door open, the person who opened it hesitated when they realized that it was dark. “Hello?” Kira’s hesitant voice called in softly.
“Yes, we are still down here,” Jason called out as loud as he dared without waking Marissa.
He could hear Kira’s slow careful steps as she followed to where she heard his voice. She was in his view long before she could see him, the way she walked indicated she was unsure of something. When she could finally make out the image of Jason sitting on a pile of blankets with Marissa in his arms. “Um, should I kill Granny, or leave some extra food and pretend I never opened that door?”
I tried to post yesterday, but it never posted, so here's a second try.
“Would talking about it help?”
Marissa looked up at him, trying to find the words to describe the all consuming fire and smoke she had seen, but the words died on her lips. Jason’s face was so close to hers, a mere hair’s breath away. Suddenly it wasn’t the memory of flames that quickened her pulse and had her catching her breath.
Ever so slowly Jason closed the distance between their mouths. This kiss was very unlike the first. That one had been hard and violent, this one was slow and exploring, the two were worlds apart. All thoughts of the vision, thoughts of comparing the two kisses, all thoughts in general ceased to exist for Marissa.
“Hmm,” Marissa made a humming sound as Jason pulled back. A smile spread across her lips, “Nothing like kissing a statue.”
Jason rolled his eyes and pulled Marissa tight against his chest. “From now on, I would really like it if I were not compared to some fictional character from a Teenage Romance novel.”
“I think I can manage that.” There was a pause. “Any chance you are going to blame that on an ex?”
“No,” Jason signed. “This one is all your fault.”
“I could live with that.” Marissa made no attempt to move from where she was as Jason rubbed lazy circles across her back.
She suddenly stiffened. “What is wrong?”
“I think I discovered one thing those books had right.”
“And what would that be?”
“Your hands are like ice.”
“Oh, sorry.” While he had been running his hand over her back, Jason hadn’t noticed that Marissa’s shirt had ridden up and his fingers had been brushing over bare skin. “That is not all of us, just me, low blood circulation or something. In fact, by comparison, Franny’s temperature is hot.”
“Probably because she can’t hold still.”
“That would be a same assumption.” Surprising herself, Marissa let out a yawn. “Glad to know you find my conversation riveting.”
“No, that’s not it,” Marissa struggled to pull back and sit up, but she found that trying to pull out of Jason’s arms was like trying to get free of a living steel cage. Giving in, she sighed. “The adrenaline wore off faster than usual, and thanks to you, I’m no longer scared.”
“Glad to be of assistance. If it is possible, you should try and go back to sleep.” Jason resumed stroking her back, making sure to keep fabric between his cold hands and her skin. A few minutes later, Marissa’s slow even breathing signaled she was finally asleep again. He smiled, her face didn’t hold any of the stress that it had earlier. She was peaceful and Jason enjoyed watching her, relaxed and not always worried.
Around 6 o’clock Jason heard the trap door open, the person who opened it hesitated when they realized that it was dark. “Hello?” Kira’s hesitant voice called in softly.
“Yes, we are still down here,” Jason called out as loud as he dared without waking Marissa.
He could hear Kira’s slow careful steps as she followed to where she heard his voice. She was in his view long before she could see him, the way she walked indicated she was unsure of something. When she could finally make out the image of Jason sitting on a pile of blankets with Marissa in his arms. “Um, should I kill Granny, or leave some extra food and pretend I never opened that door?”