My friend wrote most of this chapter and Mature Content ahead
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When I woke up I was lying on the medic bed Connor, Nathan, and Charles were all sitting in chairs surrounding the bed I was lying in.
"W-what happened?" I asked sitting up. After they all explained what happened, Elizabeth walked in.
"I can't identify the poison that was injected in your bloodstream, I am sorry" she whispered tears started rolling down her face. Charles went over to comfort her.
"It is not your fault, Ellie, I should have seen it coming." I said standing up and walking over to her.
"I do know a friend that can identify it." She said with a big smile pulling me in for a hug.
"Great then what are we waiting for?" Connor said as he came over and before he could pull me in for a hug. Nathan came over and pushed him to the ground holding his head to the ground with his foot.
"Really Nathan, STOP" I screamed pulling him off of Connor. Connor stood up and Nathan sent him a death glare. I followed Elizabeth and Charles with Connor and Nathan staring at each other and following closely behind. We all packed into the car Charles was driving, Elizabeth in the passenger seat so she could guide Charles, Connor and Nathan both sitting by the window in the backseat, and me sitting in between them. We finally arrived at a simple doctors building. I walked in to see an old bald guy waiting by the counter. He guided us into the back and into a room with a few chairs, a stool and a couch. I sat on the couch Connor and Nathan both sitting next to me.
"What is your blood type?" He asked
"A plus" I replied
"any siblings?"
"Nope" I stated, popping the 'p'. He drew some of my blood, and went to a different room. After a few minutes he came back He sat down on the stool and started talking
"Your blood results came back, the poison is very common and all you need to do to cure it is to take some medicine for a week or so, and you'll be as good as new.
When we got home I ran to my room, and over to Pixie's bed and picked her up, setting her on my shoulder while going back to my bed. The second I touch the bed there's a soft, timid knock at the door. I sigh, knowing the one person in this house beside me is right there, on the other side of the door, instead of in his own room minding his own business.
"What do you need? are you okay?" Connor sighs, and I can picture him rubbing his neck behind the door.
"I came to say hi," is all he says. Huh.
"Oh, hi. Bye!" I try to wave him off, but he doesn't get the hint and HE OPENS MY DOOR. Just barely, but it's enough for me. My knife is embedded in the wall next to his head before he can even see the room and I hear the sharp intake of his breath before he quickly shuts the door.
"What did I tell you about coming into my room?" I basically scream, Pixie hiding behind me. I pet her silky white fur before glancing up again.
"Sorry, geez. Can I come in?" He asks.
"I don't know, can you?" He chuckles at that, to my surprise, then comes back with
"I don't know if I can, that's why I am asking, so can I?" I contemplate this, thinking about all the ways this could go wrong. My horrible conscience reminds me of the last time I was in a room alone with him, and I don't really want to think about... doing that with him, but I guess it wouldn't hurt.
"I guess so." He opens the door slowly at first, probably making sure I don't have another knife on me, which of course I do, but it is hidden under my pillow so he didn't see it, then walks in and shuts the door behind him.
"Wow," his blue eyes widened as he saw the room.
"It's... pink."
"What do you want, Connor?" I sigh, because no duh it's pink, what other color would you call it? Green?? He gestures to my bed. Asking if he can sit. I really don't want him on my bed, but I don't want to say that so I nod. He sits very close to me, his thigh brushing mine. I gulp slightly. We sit in awkward silence for a couple seconds before he chuckles out loud.
"This is awkward," he reads my mind, staring at the wall on the other side of the room to avoid eye contact with me. I know he's gotta be thinking about it as well.
"What?" I play dumb so I don't have to mention the obvious, and so I can hear what he's thinking.
"I guess we should talk about it. There's no way you forgot what happened," he accuses, petting Pixie and continuing avoiding my eyes. I open my mouth to answer, but I have no clue what to say about that. Finally, I come up with,
"I get it. You just did it to save me and it doesn't have to mean anything. If you're just coming here to tell me it was because you were forced, It's fine-"
"What if I do want it to mean something?" He cuts me off, and I feel my eyes widen and blush take over my cheeks as I look away to hide it. He what?? God, I hate feeling this vulnerable! I'm not used to it at all and can't stand it, but I can't help it in this situation. I keep my eyes on the floor, determined not to answer Connor. I feel him lean in the slightest bit, feel his eyes glued to me.
"Princess?" He whispers in the softest voice, his lips by my ear. My heart hammers against my ribs relentlessly, and I turn my head the smallest bit. In the space of a heartbeat, his hands are in my hair and on my waist and his mouth is latched to mine. I make a surprised sound in the back of my throat, but I don't have the heart to tell him to stop, even when he pushes me down on my back.
"Is this okay?" He breathes into my mouth, eyes open like mine, still kissing me. I literally can't answer him right now, so I nod, my hands nearly limp by my side. Do I want to do this with him, I ask myself, and of course I do, but it all seems too... perfect for my tragic life. I mean, I have been secretly crushing on him for three years, and now this, awkward silence to, well, making out on my bed. I feel his lips curl up into a grin and I pull away to see what's he smiling about, and all he says is,
"Your rat thing is crawling on my leg and it tickles."
"First off, it's a ferret, you idiot, and second off, apologize," I order, and he buries his face in my neck, still grinning.
"I'm sorry I offended your ferret."
"Thank you," I huff, then gently push him off to grab precious little Pixie off his leg, walking over to put her in her bed, where she immediately curls up in a little ball, it's weird Pixie usually attacks everyone but me, but she seems to like Connor. While my back is still turned to Connor, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up while I tell him to put me down, but don't actually make an effort to stop him since I, kinda, like him without a broken arm.
"Shush." He lays me down and in one swift motion pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. He's hovering over me again, his face close to mine so that I can feel puffs of his warm breath on my cheek. He shifts to straddle my thighs, which makes me automatically think of ways I could injure him to get out of his hold, but tell myself to calm down because we're just friends. His name escapes my lips in a whimper without my brain thinking it, and he smirks.
"Eager, much?" This comment makes my face go pinker than my room, and he rolls his eyes playfully as his hands snake up my shirt, proceeding to peel it off and throw it in the same direction as his own. I squirm underneath him when he slides down to pop open my jeans button, nearly breaking my freaking ankles when he yanks them off. He chews his bottom lip, staring at me in a now embarrassing carnation pink bra and panty set, with little pink bows on the sides and between the not-as-small-as-you'd-think cups. He moves closer and starts kissing me and I moan his name, creeping his hands underneath me to unclasp my bra, this time on the first try. I can't help but feel a little shy even though we've done this before, but that was totally different. He smiles down at me, seeing my face slightly red. Without another word, he slides off the bed and, well, strips. He's very attractive, yes, but I'm so not used to seeing... it all. When he crawls back on top of me, his mouth immediately finds my neck, biting down gently, but still enough to make me gasp, then moan as his long fingers hook in the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs. My nails dig into his arms, and I tilt my head up to expose more of my neck to him.
"God, Princess," he whispers against me, hands roaming my body. I try and keep my thighs pressed together because I already feel myself getting wet, but Connor's quick to grab a condom from his jeans pocket and open it up.
"You keep tha-t in your po-cket?" I ask, exasperated and still sort of panting, which I didn't realize I was doing. He chuckles with a little grin, eyes looking down as he rolls it on; I keep my gaze up so I don't see it.
"Never know. You and your cousin would have a fight on who gets to rip my organs out if you got pregnant." I giggled a little because it's so true, but am quickly interrupted by Connor latching his lips on mine and shoving into me, forcing a startled yelp out of me. I can't stop all the noises that fall out of my mouth as he continues, much harder than last time. "C-C-Con-n-nor-" I gasp out, arching my back, my eyes sealing shut. This is... Oh, my God... He grabs my hands and holds them above my head and against the bed, just like he did the last time. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, making growling noises when he moves back and forth forcefully, while I try to hide any sort of loud embarrassing sounds and failing.
"Princess," he groans softly.
"I love you... my princess." I try to answer, but he's already sending me over the edge with pleasure. He kisses me sloppily as I come, and I know he's close as well. True to my thoughts, he's releasing just seconds after me, his grip on my wrists loosening enough for me to slip out and hold him close to me, our skin damp with perspiration, our chests rising and falling with shallow pants.
"I love you, my precious princess," he repeats.
"I... love you, too," I tell him, testing the words out on my mouth. I've never said it to someone like this, so it's weird, but the look on his face is worth it. He smiles and pulls me closer, nuzzling me. I pull the tangled sheets up over us and mold into the feel of his lean body, dozing off to the sound of his heart beating.