#summing up: at the end little nicholas jumps in and makes alexander paying for having made kate crying...

[white-queen-lacus]

A recently written scene I was dreaming and wanting since ages, from my original story. The best thing about these past vacancies is that I finally had a lot of time to write and I’m very happy! My bad I haven’t been able to draw my original characters as I usually do with the others in my stories... I did for Underworld, but this time I couldn’t, I still don’t know why... ò_ò This scene was one of my favorites and I wanted to write something about a game between my protagonists: the two of them (the third still is well-hidden XD) are playing hide and seek using water guns: the one who loses will cook dinner! XD Also, I’m quite satisfied since my precious dorks are finally beginning to admit what they truly feel for each other, even if... :3

“Smiling at my good intuition, I aimed. - Got you! -

He had hidden behind the entrance door and had well thought of outwitting me, evidently. Surprisingly, he raised his hands and put them in plain view, including his water gun. 

- It looks like you won. - 

I had him at gunpoint, but I didn't dare pull the trigger. I should have done it, of course, but it was quite weird that someone like him, not inclined to see himself cornered, had given up like this. I observed his posture, not as relaxed as it should have been, and his face, on which a pleasing expression had appeared as if he was waiting for the right moment to intervene. I realized it at my expense when taking a few steps towards him, I ended up sliding on a small puddle of water (deliberately caused by him)  that I had not previously noticed, not bigger than my open palm, but sufficient to make me lose my balance since I still was barefoot. 

- You're a cheater, Alexander!! - I screamed in protest. - And you're mine.- He said, smiling victoriously, at the same instant he hurried to cover the distance between us and picked me up before I ended up ruinously on the ground. We both ended up with him holding one hand behind my head and the other holding both the water gun and our weight on him. In that position, sitting badly between his legs, my gun ended on the ground, my hands resting on his chest and I could feel all his scent, the familiar Boss Bottled now.

I found myself swallowing wryly as I felt his palm dropping into my hair, stopping just on the back of my head, then meeting my bare neck. At the contact, I felt a chill and I instinctively arched my back towards him, feeling his muscles tending at the contact against my forms. Staying at home and benefiting from a milder climate, I had worn a lighter shirt and through the fabric, I could almost feel the cotton of his white shirt, pressed by his well-built bibs. I raised my face, meeting his, so close that I could easily touch it. My heart wasn't the only one beating fast, because I seemed to feel the same from him.

I concentrated for a moment on his eyes, which, in the light of the twilight, had taken on a warmer and darker shade, serious ... adult and mature, different from those to which I thought I had become accustomed ... for the first time interested, judging by his dilated pupils. And as he looked at me, his gaze slipped slightly on my lips and then further down, between my curves. I blushed, but I couldn't move away. There was something about him, however much I persisted in denying, that I couldn't do without. And those weeks spent together, in the everyday life made by days and nights, had not improved the situation at all.

Implications, Lucy had once defined them. Complications, I would define them, in a moment of rationality. But that was not a moment of rationality. There was instinct, there was a feeling that had been existing from the first moment I had met him and that, despite mutual attempts to maintain our relationship on a professional level, had ended up, at that moment, being vain. But if we had crossed that line, what would have happened? Could I ever have forgiven myself?

I bit my lower lip and he noticed since his fingers stopped me. With his thumb, he ran through the turgid arch of my lower lip and that gesture made me gasp. My breathing became faster and suddenly, I felt the necessary urgency to close that space of air between us. And you're mine, he said. At that moment, wrapped in his arms, I was. He too turned his face towards me, but that unexpected kiss did not happen. Instead, he placed his forehead against mine and his hand, which had previously stopped me from biting my lip, came back into my hair, keeping me close to him. That gesture surprised me and caused embarrassment and frustration until I moved to tears. I sobbed, realizing why he had backed out.

 - Forgive me ... kissing you now ... it wouldn't be fair ... - he whispered, his voice low and slightly hoarse.”