An emergency is not: I got bored - Abigal

She was stopping him from leaving. He looked away but she moved his chin for him to look into her eyes, those beautiful brown eyes of hers. He was still angry and frustrated, but her touch, the look in her eyes and her voice. It was like it was the tape that was holding him from falling apart. He listened to her explanation and his face softened a bit, and when she asked him to forgive her, he gave her a sad smile, "I forgive you," he replied and he meant it.
He did however notice how close they were to each other, his breath got a little heavier as tension spread throughout his body. It was a wrong feeling, he thought to himself, feeling this way towards her, he would just have to keep telling himself that over and over. Yet there was this urge, to just lift his hand and gently hold those soft cheeks, find out just how sweet those red lips of hers was. Just the image of it made his heart race. And yet it was still wrong.
She told him how she got money to get home, a story that pulled him out of thinking about the flavour of her lips, and onto a more serious matter. He exhaled deeply and then shook his head as a small smile spread across his lips, her words were a song to his heart and he had to comply. She didnt even need an ability to tell him what to do, she could just do it. "Your secret is safe with me," he finally said, but his softness and smile faded, "I dont want you to be in trouble where I cant save you," he then said, almost dead serious. Just the thought of her getting hurt, it removed the racy heart and replaced it with agony. He sighed quietly to himself and looked her in the eyes. Her eyes were hypnotizing drawing him in, putting him under some spell that he didnt want to break free from. And then his radio blarred, his boss yelling for him to get to the office. His face got an annoyed expression, he didnt want to leave her.

"Good. Then please give me a chance to do so," he said rather seriously as he was still very worried, but the softness in her voice was getting the better of him, calming him down word by word. He looked down at the radio and just turned it off as he really couldnt be bothered by it right now. He listened to what she said, what story to give and that he maybe actually should leave. But was that what she really wanted? Was it even what he wanted?
He felt her hand on his shoulder, and the feelings came flooding back into him, his heart overworking just by her mere touch. He looked at her lips, as she said "Screw this," and shortly after her lips were on his. A short yet addicting taste of her. He sighed softly as she pulled away, completely taken by surprise by it. He made a puzzled expression at her, because he couldnt understand. They both knew that it wouldnt work out, it couldnt. And yet he was yearning for more. It was painful, knowing that he has gotten a taste of the best and he would never get to taste it again.
"Miss Abigal.." he murmured softly, to then almost snap back to reality and regain his composure. Almost. He glanced back at her lips again, knowing that he wanted more, he needed more. Carefully, he placed his hand on her shoulder in a gentle grip, and the other between her jaw and shoulder. He leaned forward and placed his lips over hers, feeling the soft tingles run down his spine. He swear that he felt that time had stopped for just a moment as he stood there indulging himself in the sweet taste of her lips. He moved away after a bit, exhaling a bit shakingly as his heart was throbbing with such intensity. His eyes shifted between hers as he waited for her reaction.

As she said that they shouldnt, he scoffed softly, not as a remark to anything, he was just surprised as her expression with both her face and body was telling a different story. He did however agree, this was wrong in so many ways, and Kyle usually thought of himself as an honorable man. But there was no honor to be found in the way he felt for Abigal, "I agree... We really shouldnt..." he said in a soft low tone, but it was to no avail, her lips were on his again and he felt intoxicated, the needs growing stronger for every kiss. He pulled her closer as her hands locked around his neck, lifting her up into his arms, greedily craving more kisses.
And then it struck him, the short moment as their lips were apart for a second that it was not right. He turned his face away and cleared his throat as he unwillingly put her down on her feet again, backing up to create some distance between them. He exhaled deeply, his heart in his throat and no way of knowing how else to calm it but to kiss her magical lips again. He ran his fingers through his hair and had a sad expression on his face, "We.... really cant... Miss. Abigal. I am your guard..." he hated himself for saying it, but it had to be done. "My position and your position could never allow it.... I'm sorry..." he said the last sentence being a mere whisper filled with sadness, wondering why he kept going. Maybe it was more of a reminder to himself than it was to her. He didnt look at her, he couldnt.

Her pressing him to even consider it a thing, it made him frustrated, because it was really all he wanted in this exact moment. He knew that she believed love was free and he truly wanted to as well, but it just wasnt who he was. He had made a promise to protect her, and getting fazed by emotions... Just a touch from her and his mind would get clouded, only thinking about the next touch, the next kiss. He couldnt allow it. He shook his head at her, "We can't Miss. Abigal," he kept using her name in the formal matter, calling her just Abigal was not even something he could do, so how could he continue this?
His heart stung, it hurt him, which was shown in his eyes. He kept looking away, staring at the floor till his eyes stung from drying out, so he closed them for a second to collect his thoughts and he knew that she was fishing for something else than what he had to say. She had to believe that he didnt want to say it either, but what could you do? "We cant.." he then repeated, unable to say more than that. He looked up and into her eyes, which he didnt want to, he didnt want to see his words hurt her, yet it was necessary, he couldnt show his feelings and give her any hope. He exhaled deeply and clenched his teeth, "It's just not meant to be, not us two," he wanted to stop but he couldnt, and he was sure that his own heart had crumbled up to nothing, "This never happened," he then said in a serious tone, and he had to look away.

He watched her build up the walls that she had broken down for him. It was hurting him, because somewhere in his heart he knew it was just a lie they were telling themselves, or maybe just him. Saying that it wouldnt work, when it clearly could, and for what? To not mix feelings and work? Well that was already too late. His eyes were begging her to go against his words, tell him that he was wrong and stupid, just really tell him anything else than closing him out.
He looked down as she said there was no more to talk about. He closed his eyes for a second and gulped quietly to himself as he looked up. "Yeah..." was all he could say and it was said quietly, in a sad tone. He had to get out, so he turned around and went out, closing the door behind him. He only got to walk a few steps before he had to lean up against the wall and clench a fist at his heart. He had only felt this pain once before... He looked down and took a few calming inhales, trying to collect himself again.