We Will Meet Again

*UNEDITED

Something is missing whenever she does this with him. Does she care enough to find out what that something is? The current relationship they have now isn't a bad one. A relationship where there are clear goals.

But Natasha finds it is difficult to think about those things with the current situation. Mori bites ear and kisses along her neck, she can't think of this as something wrong. Something bad for her. She can only lift her hands and cup his jaw, "Mori," she murmured.

It feels good, so good. Like this she doesn't have to worry about anything.

"Natasha," Mori suddenly stopped.

"What is it?"

"--love you. Love you. " With his head buried in the nape of her neck it was difficult to hear his words; and yet she could tell it was something important. From the way he gently carried her from the cabinet, and she found herself being carried bridal style to the bedroom.

Back pressed against the wall, cornered and yet, the hands that were touching her were being so very gentle. His touch is hot, it feels like once again, they will get lost in -- her thoughts broke when she noticed something. "Mori, what's wrong? "

"Sorry," he murmured. When he collapsed in her arms. Natasha's eyes widened, alarmed and she placed her hand on his head. Heat transmitted onto her skin and she frowned. He has a fever? She carefully lifted him over to the bed.

She can't believe this.

If he had a fever, what on earth was he thinking making love to her like that? Then again they say a man finds more comfort in the warmth of a woman's body, rather than laying down and being fed medicine. But still,  "Lecturing others about their condition, and yet look at the condition your in."

"Aha that's right, I'm a hopeless excuse of a doctor right now."

"I wouldn't go that far." She wouldn't be surprised if the reason he ended up this way, is due to him overexerting himself making medication for the upcoming fight in two days.

"Natasha, would you kiss me? "

"Okay," Natasha stood up, and walked over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. As he pulled her into a deep kiss. He must be dizzy and sick; and yet he can still think of something like this. Mori caress her lips gently after their kiss,  "Your acting strange. Is it because of your fever?"

By strange she means unusually gentle than before. Although ever since he confessed to liking her, he's been gentle. This is the first time she felt such tenderness. He's touching her like she is someone precious.

"Who knows? I've been strange for awhile now haven't I?"

That's true he has. Her thoughts broke when he placed a card in her hand. 

"What's this?"

"A card to the large library near by. Only members have access to it. There's a good selection of rare fashion books there, if your interested you should go now."

Natasha blinks,  "Is it okay for me to go? When your like this?" She isn't heartless enough to leave him alone here.

"It's fine, I'll sleep. Take your time."

It's a tempting offer and she can't say she doesn't want to go. Since she's been meaning to become a member of that place for awhile now. But due to her busy schedule, such a thing was hardly possible.  

"I'll be back soon."

Mori nodded and waved her of, as he returned to the bed. A deep sigh escaped her lips. Why does she feel bad about this? Natasha made her way back and wrapped the blanket around him. "I really will come back, I won't just leave," Natasha didn't know why she even bothered to explain herself. But, she felt that something was wrong.

He didn't say anything and yet Natasha felt his gaze on her. Mori didn't speak for the next few minutes, and she felt the atmosphere turn heavy.

....

Natasha knew it, she felt it was a trap. But even then she still went along. Her gaze flickered towards Chauncey, she didn't know what to say at all. She has been avoiding him for so very long. Still, now that she has seen him after so long. She can confirm one thing, her heart acts up whenever she is around him. Natasha knew what this meant. But, 'not now.' She repeats those words like a spell.

"Natasha, are you tired of me?"

She froze at that question, tired of him? Why would she be tired? It's only because he said something weird to Victor. That's the only reason why she stopped speaking with him. This guy is so blunt though, is that something you ask right away? Doesn't a normal person try to start with random conversations first? Then again Chauncey is really bad with words. He probably figured it would be better to get this out of the way.

"Don't you, like Setsura?"

"...That's correct."

"Initially when my Dad asked for this engagement, I told you we only had to pretend. Since it's beneficial for both of us. But, I'm still a girl after all. I want to be engaged with somebody who will try to love me."

At that comment Chauncey said, "So, you'd return to the arms of your former fiance for that?"

He knows, Natasha froze and she felt the colour drain from her face. Chauncey frowned and walked over, his cold fingers brushed against her cheek. 'So cold.'

"I understand that I've neglected you. I have no right to lecture you, if your meeting another man. But, I thought you would at least try to respect me."

"You can't blame me for this, you act so indifferent. But then you go ahead and say that stuff. Of course I'd be confused."

"By that stuff, you mean what I said to Victor at that village?"

"..."

He knew that too?

Chauncey sighed, "I do apologize for that, I'm aware I acted out of character. But, did you really have to freak out that much?"

Freak out? This entire time, was this all because she was freaking out? Natasha looked down at her feet, she kept her head low. "Aren't you still seeing other women? You are one to talk."