Post by angelfire1987 on Aug 22, 2007 22:12:12 GMT -5
Standing in the water, Piper couldn’t help but to feel a little embarrassed. She had given up willingly, just to have him hold her hand once more. Was it a sign of weakness, did he see it as so? What was he thinking, did she give him the right signals? Thoughts were zooming around in her head, making her feel a little dizzy. She hadn’t been around, had his feelings still persisted for her? Not very likely, he was sure he would have had plenty of flings, none of them being of very much importance to him. Just someone to hold.
Had he been genuine in his feeling for her though? Had he led her on by telling her that he cared for her? Nothing seemed to give her the answers she needed, as she tried to think back to what he had told her. She looked at the boy in front of her, was he her future still, after all this time, were they still destine to be together, or just to be friends forever? Piper’s heart was busting at the seams, breaking with every moment he did not tell her how he felt about her or not felt about her.
The feelings of fleeing still plagued her mind, but what hurt the most was the fact that, through Tristam’s body language, he too seemed like he wanted to be anywhere but right there with her at moments. But as her thoughts soon began to run away with her again, she heard him speak. A devilish grin crossed her face, as he teased her. “I think I can handle you.” she simply stated, a smirk still upon her face.
Surprisingly, with one swift motion, she felt him lift her out of the water. Almost automatically, she wrapped her arms around Tristam’s neck. She felt at home, protected with him surrounding her. But she knew it would be short lived, but the warmth of his body, even through his thick, soaked robes, felt wonderful against her bare skin.
She shook her head. “Trist…please…” she said, in her old playfully voice, not realizing that she finally called him by the nickname she had used for them since they met, that she refused to at the beginning. She held on his neck tighter, pushing herself up closer to his face while doing it. Feeling his hot breath against her cheek, her heart raced, pounding in her chest. She was so close to touching her lips to his, but didn’t for fear of what he would say, or do. She silently was praying. “Trist…I wouldn’t do it if I were you.” She said coyly with her head still resting on his strong shoulder. Giving in, she silently whispered in his ear. “Remember when you said you’d do anything for me? If you care enough about me, you wouldn’t dunk me.” she said hopefull.
Had he been genuine in his feeling for her though? Had he led her on by telling her that he cared for her? Nothing seemed to give her the answers she needed, as she tried to think back to what he had told her. She looked at the boy in front of her, was he her future still, after all this time, were they still destine to be together, or just to be friends forever? Piper’s heart was busting at the seams, breaking with every moment he did not tell her how he felt about her or not felt about her.
The feelings of fleeing still plagued her mind, but what hurt the most was the fact that, through Tristam’s body language, he too seemed like he wanted to be anywhere but right there with her at moments. But as her thoughts soon began to run away with her again, she heard him speak. A devilish grin crossed her face, as he teased her. “I think I can handle you.” she simply stated, a smirk still upon her face.
Surprisingly, with one swift motion, she felt him lift her out of the water. Almost automatically, she wrapped her arms around Tristam’s neck. She felt at home, protected with him surrounding her. But she knew it would be short lived, but the warmth of his body, even through his thick, soaked robes, felt wonderful against her bare skin.
She shook her head. “Trist…please…” she said, in her old playfully voice, not realizing that she finally called him by the nickname she had used for them since they met, that she refused to at the beginning. She held on his neck tighter, pushing herself up closer to his face while doing it. Feeling his hot breath against her cheek, her heart raced, pounding in her chest. She was so close to touching her lips to his, but didn’t for fear of what he would say, or do. She silently was praying. “Trist…I wouldn’t do it if I were you.” She said coyly with her head still resting on his strong shoulder. Giving in, she silently whispered in his ear. “Remember when you said you’d do anything for me? If you care enough about me, you wouldn’t dunk me.” she said hopefull.