She woke up to the sound of something hitting her window.
For a second, she was paralyzed with fear, then she recognized Cole's silhouette. She marched over to the window and yanked aside the curtain, glaring as she yawned.
"You know, Em, your evil glare doesn't work when you're(more) asleep on your feet," he chuckled.
"Why are you at my window, you knucklehead? Couldn't you have used the door?" Emily said irritably.
"It's more exciting this way." Cole held his hand out to her. "Let's go up on the roof."
"Why?" she muttered, but took his hand anyways.
"You can see the stars."
"I hate the stars."
He just smiled.
The shingles were a bit slippery, but the two made their way to the roof's peak in their bare feet. They leaned against the chimney.
The sky was a navy blue sheet, speckled with thousands of tiny diamond stars. The moon was full, a giant silver coin in the sky. There was no interfering light from cities or any other houses. It was a magnificent vista.
"It's beautiful," Cole murmured. "Do you see Orion?"
Emily sighed. "No. Constellations are pointless. The stars are not a connect-the-dots puzzle."
Cole grabbed her head in both hands and tilted it upward. "Do you see those three stars, together?"
"That's his belt." Cole took Emily's hand and outlined Orion's shape in the sky. "Do you see the rest of him?"
He laughed. "Well, it's the most I'm gonna get out of you."
Cole had let go of Emily's hand, and for one breathless moment, she wished that he would take her hand back, touch her, hold her...
He held her hand again, gently, delicately. She leaned into his side.
Maybe the stars weren't so bad.(less)
They were in the library, arguing about the usage of sealing runes. Thomas kept getting distracted by the fierce light in her eyes and the pretty flush across her cheeks as she yanked reference books off the shelf and shoved them in his face.
Thomas clung stubbornly to his(more) single point, trying to keep the smile off his face as she became more and more frustrated. Finally she slammed the book on the shelf and grabbed him by his collar. "You are, by far, the most frustrating man I have ever met." She snarled a little before planting her lips on his, kissing him fiercely.
Thomas froze momentarily, and she pulled back. "Gods, that was so- Lord Bard, forgive me." She flushed so hard her pale face looked nearly bruised as she stuttered apologies.
He just rolled his eyes and grabbed her shoulders. "For all that is holy Anora, just shut up." Pulling her to him, he kissed her with all the longing he had built up over the past months, pinning her against the end of a bookshelf and twining his fingers into her soft hair. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with all the passion he knew was hiding under her restrained surface.
They broke apart when they heard someone's soft giggle, Anora avoiding his eyes and blushing, trying to fix her hair. "That's going to be a terrible scandal." She whispered, "I don't know what came over me."
"I would like to see more of you," Thomas levered her chin up with a finger, looking her in the eye. "Will you come to supper with my family next week?"
Anora nodded, grey eyes shining happily. "I would like that, very much."
"I'll speak with my mother and give you a date." (less)