Touched FicMix-Gabe/Leah: Hearts Are For Breaking part 1
Title: Original Fiction/Hearts Are For Breaking
Author: D.F Jules
Genre: Urban Fantasy/YA
Timeline: Book 2 (The Saint) and Book 3 (The Sinner)
A/N: This is a ficmix that I made for my original fiction TOUCHED which I am currently writing the sequel in Nanowrimo. You can read 26 chapters of the first book here: The Sword .
Gabe POV
Leah POV
Anberlin- Art of War
You're so good at what you think you do to me
When I opened my eyes, he was there. I started to talk, coughed, and then tried again. “What are you doing here?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Where else would I be?”
It wasn’t until then that I realized that my hand was in his, which is probably why everything in my head was silent. I pulled away but he held on.
“Give yourself a minute. You haven’t fully recovered.”
I wanted to bare my teeth at him but I was tired and the silence was so very comforting. My hand stayed in his and his fingers curled around mine with gentle pressure. He didn’t say anything, not a sly comment or a sharp reprimand. He merely sat there, his hand on mine.
I waited for suspicion or discomfort to come and ruin the much appreciative peaceful moment but nothing, not even a variation of it needled my brain.
So, I laid there, closed my eyes and reveled.
When I opened my eyes minutes later, green eyes tracked my face. The look in them was mocking and sly, as if he knew that I had spent those minutes reminding myself that this-what we were doing now-did not mean anything, that everything was so very different now, that he’s not who or what I thought he was.
And had failed miserably.
TOUCHED© D.F. Jules
Andrew Belle-In My Veins
Oh, you run away, ‘cause I am not what you found
Her right hand hovered over the Mark on my left pectoral; the warmth of her palm scalded me. My senses-as always-were opened to her and everything about her pulled me down and under. The beat of her heart echoed in my head, the taste of sweat and rain on her skin settled on my tongue. My muscles tightened, coiled and strained as I tried not to grab her hand and pressed it against my chest, to have her touch me fully instead of only teasing me with the promise of her touch.
She pushed the shirt away from my shoulder, trying to get a better look and the material slid across my overly sensitive skin and had me gritting my teeth.
A glance to her face told me she had no clue of what she was doing to me, had not even an inkling on how her presence was always a little too much, how she was always a little too close, especially when my senses were opened to her-which was always.
Especially now that she knew who and what I was.
She breathed and the moist air clung to the skin of my neck, making me shiver. She caught the movement, her eyes climbed up from my chest to my face.
Her eyelashes fluttered and her lips opened slightly and a soft sound escaped before she straightened and stepped away.
From the corner of my eye I saw her press her right hand on her thigh, her fingers twitching.
TOUCHED© D.F. Jules
Buckcherry-I Want You
You're in a cage ‘cause there's no one you can trust
You're losing time
“I'm a predator."
"You're also human."
"And humans aren't predators?"
“You know what I mean.”
“Stop trying to save me, Leah. Lost causes were my thing, not yours.”
“I’m not trying to-“ I paused and gripped the knife in my hand much tighter. “You were fine the
way you were. You never needed to be saved.”
There was a small smile on his lips, something dark flitted over his face before those green eyes s
himmered and his expression, his smile changed into one that was familiar not so long ago. “Yes, I did. And I was.”
I frowned at him. “Was what?”
The smile stayed on his face, almost wistful and sad. “Saved.”
TOUCHED© D.F. Jules
Foo Fighters-The Best of You
It’s real, the pain you feel
The life, the love you'd die to heal
The hope that starts the broken hearts
You trust, you must confess
“Did you know what I was?”
The question was short, concise and to the point, very much like the girl who asked it. She looked up at me from her prone position on the floor, her hair stuck to her sweaty face. Bruises were starting to show on her skin. She always pushed her opponents too hard, always determined to be treated seriously, to prove herself.
Her dark eyes finally settled on his face, she did that so rarely now, as if she didn’t quite know how to deal with him.
That makes two of them.
“That doesn’t really matter, does it?”
She sat up, her face fierce. “It matters to me.”
I considered a lie, to choose the words that would hurt her most simply because it would be easier that way. But I didn’t want her to hate me. I didn’t want her to wipe away all the years we’ve spent together from her mind.
So, I told her the truth. At least, a large part of the truth and I wondered whether she would believe me. “No, I didn’t.”
For a split second, her face crumpled before she got it under control and the amount of pain, relief and hurt I saw on her face weighed my heart.
TOUCHED© D.F. Jules