Entwined

This is a story about Cheetah & Luce, two persons who are different in every aspect but love. Do you want to read the story about Cheetah & Luce and marvel at that universe, where you're always in danger and possibly close to love. So close, that you can burn yourself. So close, that you become confused. So close, that you don't know what to choose?
If you want this and much more, do read this story, and do not hesitate to leave comments, be they deep criticism, hate comments or slightly more resigned comments. This world is full of wonders, and I am not one of them :p

Just an afterthough;
We follow Luce & Cheetah in the past and the present. As in, before they meet, and after they meet and the happenings after.

Another afterthought:
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Another afterthought:
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Thank you.

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14. The softness of never letting go

The past

 

"I want to eat that one, Pete."

"You're not gonna get it."

Lucy crosses her arms and leans back in her chair. She looks at Cheetah with anger.

"It's not fair."

"Nothing is fair in this world."

Lucy drops her angry facade and leans forward again, "You called me three times today."

"I wanted to be sure that you remembered, that we had a date today."

"Three times?"

He looks up at her then, meeting her eyes, "Well. I also wanted to hear your voice."

"Three times?"

He leans forward, catching her unaware on her lips. She pushes him softly away and lifts an eyebrow.

"Three times?" This time her voice is soft and full of emotion.

"Well, Luce. I honestly love you."

They just look at each other, drowning in each other's eyes, until Lucy blinks and the charm is gone.

"You're blushing."

Lucy wets her lips and doesn't meet his eyes, "If you weren't so honest, Pete, I wouldn't be blushing."

They sit in silence, Lucy eyeing a piece of chocolate on the plate between them.

"We can share it if you want."

"How, pray tell?"

Pete leans forward and looks at the chocolate in concentration. Lucy plays along and studies it with extreme concentration.

"Well. The matter is easily solved," Pete says, gesturing at the plate, "If we had a knife, we could cut it. If we had a hammer, we could break it."

"But it would be too much work."

"Yeah. I certainly understand what you say. I can see the problem too."

"Well. That doesn't leave us with much to work with," Lucy keeps her eyes on Pete, trying to tell when he will strike.

"Oh!" he suddenly exclaims. Lucy just smiles and leans forward.

"I have a brilliant idea!"

"Well," Lucy drawls, "Please share it."

Pete makes himself comfortable and leans slightly back in his chair. He coughs softly and says, "It starts like this."

The silence that follows feels full of emotion and bristles with laughter. He leans forward again, though much slower, his eyes catching Lucy's.

"Luce," his voice is serious and full of emotion now. The playfulness is gone, and Lucy's smile has faded into a serious line. He stands up and walks toward Lucy. She stands up trying to read him.

"I am sorry for being who I am."

"Pete!" she whispers indignantly.

He brushes her jawline with his thumb, making her shudder in delight.

"I am sorry for not being your ideal boyfriend."

"Pete," she says again, harder, trying to make him look at her.

"I know your parents don't like me."

She looks at him, pain in her eyes. She holds his upper arms with both her hands and shakes him softly, "I don't care."

"I just want to tell you, that whenever you want to, you can leave me."

She punches him hard on his broad chest, "Stop it, Pete! I beg you. Just stop it."

"Luce."

"What?" she nearly shouts.

"My name is Cheetah."

She is going to say, that she doesn't care, but then she stops in her tracks. She looks at him, trying to comprehend, to understand. Because, she knows. She had known since that night when he had hesitated to give his name. She knows.

"Cheetah," she whispers softly. Very slowly she stands on her toes and leans forward opening her mouth slightly. Before she can touch his lips, he stops her, just inches away from his.

"Will you accept me, Luce?"

She doesn't even hesitate, "I accept you with all my heart, Cheetah." The taste of his name is thrilling, full of elegance, bursting with danger and love. She leans forward again, and this time he doesn't stop her. He weaves his arms around her, bringing her closer, making the bonds tighter, feeling her in his arms, bearing her weight, her smell and softness and love. He feels her in his very core. Dangerously close to his heart. Inside him. Everywhere. Pounding. Beating hard inside him.

Their lips meet and emotions and feelings explode. Lucy's hands are in his hair holding him, bringing him closer. She wants to be closer still, to be inside him, to fill him. She wants to feel whole, to become one with him. She wants him so much it aches. She wants him so much, her heart nearly stops right there in her body, because she can't see a world without him. She can't bear a world without him. The sudden sadness makes her lips press harder against his lips, and their lips softly mold and melt together, and she doesn't know which mouth is whose and whose lips these are, but she knows that she can't stop this, that she can stay like this forever and ever, never leaving his large and safe frame, never leaving his soft lips, never ever considering changing her position, because this is the position of her life, forever in the arms of him, forever pressed against his body, forever feeling him inside her.

She sighs softly against his lips, and he doesn't leave her. He doesn't push away. And then he is everywhere again, and Lucy thinks she can die happy now, because whatever may happen, he will always be there.

Always.

She knows.   

 

 

 

 

 

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