Just a little piece I wrote about my OCs Emiana and Stephen a month or so ago for a contest. You can read it if you want to.
“Watch out, there’s a guard over there.” I pull Stephen back into the shadows, his calloused hand tangled in mine with a death grip. We only have a moment before someone comes around the corner.
He takes a step closer to me, making our bodies a lot closer than “just friends” usually stand. I can feel his breath, short and steaming against my skin. My heart flutters and my arms get a chill as I raise my green eyes up to his blue ones. I bite my lip.
“What’s wrong, Ems?” Stephen says in his really deep voice. “If you’re worried about Vanessa finding us, you need to relax. She’s bound to be in that meeting for another hour at least.”
“It’s not that.” My eyes flicker toward his shirt, one too many buttons unbuttoned. I reach up and fix it. Though the rugged look suits him well, it distracts me enough to clear my head a little. “We shouldn’t be able to be together this easily. There is something funny going on here.” I look up at him, to see if he agrees.
Lines form in his forehead as he thinks. “You’re right,” he finally says, locking eyes with me. I so want to kiss him right now, but something is holding me back. A nagging and vague memory. Something definitely isn’t right about this.
“But I don’t care.” And with that, he aggressively takes my face and kisses me right on the mouth.
I freeze, completely caught off guard. Nanoseconds later, however, I give in.
The kiss isn’t like the one Drew and I were forced to share earlier, in court. That was a mere peck on tight lips, nothing more, nothing less. This kiss, with Stephen, was so much more. My hands grasp his suntanned neck, and he lifts me up by my legs so our heads are level. I wrap my legs around him so I don’t fall and run my hands through his short, coarse hair. After what is probably an infinity plus one, we break.
Both of us are out of breath. In the quiet darkness, I can just see the glint in his crystal blue eyes. He touches his forehead to mine.
“I love you, Emiana. And I don’t care if your mother, your father, my parents, the royal family, the country, or even my twin Vanessa think it’s never going to work. My heart would die without you and I never want you to leave this land without me again. When we met, I knew there was something special about you. And now I know what it is: your soul is the half that completes mine.” When he finished saying this, he set me down on the ground again, my converse scraping silently against the cobblestone. Our fingers were still together. He looked at me with adoring eyes. My breath was gone and my eyes was near tears. There was only one I could think of to say:
