Story Notes:
Okay I went back through the story and fixed as many of the mistakes I could find. I also changed a few things so they would make more sense and extended a few scenes. Enjoy.
The Hospital
Hospital Friday Night
Paul felt like he was swimming in a vast ocean of gel, and was struggling to break the surface. There was something calling to him from the surface, something he needed more than air, more than life itself. No he realized he was mistaken. It wasn't something, it was someone. Someone was calling to him, urging him to the surface. Paul struggled to break the surface, pushing and pulling with all of his might. Finally made it to the surface and burst through.
Paul woke with a start, sucking in a large amount of sweet air. For a short time Paul was confused about where he was, he didn't recognize the ceiling at all. A steady beeping caught his attention. As he turned his head he began to realize he must be in the hospital. He turned his head a little further and saw who had called him back. Sitting next to the hospital bed was cream. She was bent over with her head resting on the bed. She was sleeping with one hand resting on his upper arm.
Paul gently removed his arm from Creams grasp and rested his hand on her head and started to stroke her head and ears. Cream slowly came too, but as soon as she did she was in bed with Paul holding on to him for dear life, weeping in to his shoulder. All he could do was lay there and let her get it all out. Gently he wrapped his arms around her holding her closer. Sudden realization filled him. This was what he had missed, this was what had caused his anxiety. Paul buried his head into the top of Creams head and silently wept his own tears.
After a while they both settled down and just laid there holding each other. Both of them were too afraid to say anything, afraid to lose what they had just regained. But there were things that needed to be said.
"Cream."
"hmm"
"I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."
"I'm sorry too, it was Lucas idea that I ignore you as I did. It was meant to show you what you had done wrong and what you were missing out on."
Paul was about to say something but Cream looked longingly up into Paul's eyes and placed a delicate finger to his lips. Paul kissed that delicate finger and let her continue.
"In truth it is also my fault for not coming out and telling you from the beginning how I felt, this may have never happened."
They laid there in silence once again.
"So what is the truth than."
Cream propped her self up on her elbows and scooted forward to look Paul directly in the eyes. Gently she placed her fore head to Paul's so that their noses to were touching.
"The truth is that I love you and only you very much. There is no one else. You're the only one that I ever want to be with. Call me jealous, but I don't want to share you with any body. I don't want there to be any one else. I just want there to be only you and only me, no one else."
Cream was drained after that and laid down almost on top of Paul with her head right next to his. Paul was stunned beyond belief. He had always had very deep feelings for Cream, but never would have imagined that she felt the same way. He was human she was 'Mon. He never dreamed that they would ever move beyond best friends with benefits. Paul wrapped his arms around his best friend, his lover, his soul mate. Paul gave his shoulder a little pop and Cream raised her head to look at him again.
Paul could see the question in her eyes, did he love her too? Paul answered by kissing her deeply. At first Creams eyes shot open in surprise. Soon she realized that this was Paul's answer, he could think of no better way to articulate his feelings. They separated to breath and looked lovingly in to each others souls. Their heads than came together again and they kissed deeply and passionately.
Unbeknownst to them Ela had been at the door and heard the exchange. She had come to the hospital in hopes that Paul was still unconscious so she wouldn't have to go with him to the dance, and to also see Cream suffering. She was more than just a little upset to see the exchange. Now she had to go to the dance with this human. But more than that she was jealous. Those two had some thing special, something she didn't have, and she couldn't figure out why it bothered her so much. As she left the hospital she was still thinking about the out pour of true emotions that she had witnessed.
Back in Paul's room Cream had once again snuggled up next to him and they were both resting contentedly. Cream's head was resting on Paul's chest and she was enjoying one of Paul's favorite past times. Quite contentedly she was listening to Paul's heart beat, steady and strong, as he lovingly ran a hand over one of her long sensitive ears over and over again.
"You know I wish we would have done this earlier." Paul said as he continued to stroke Creams ear.
"What, fought?" Cream asked teasingly.
"No confessed our true feelings to each other."
Cream just hummed in agreement still enjoying the constant thudding emitting from Paul's chest.
"If we had I would be taking you to the dance tomorrow instead of Ela."
Paul just had to go there, but Cream didn't care, and said just as much.
"Well you better get all your philandering out of your system tomorrow than, because on Sunday you are mine and only mine."
Paul kissed the top of her head.
"I think I can live with that. As a matter of fact I think I can live with that for the rest of our lives and even beyond."
Cream went back to humming, content in the fact that she had her man back. Her man, and no one else's.
"Cream do me a favor though."
"Yeah?"
"Keep the last dance open for me."
"Always."
Paul felt like he was swimming in a vast ocean of gel, and was struggling to break the surface. There was something calling to him from the surface, something he needed more than air, more than life itself. No he realized he was mistaken. It wasn't something, it was someone. Someone was calling to him, urging him to the surface. Paul struggled to break the surface, pushing and pulling with all of his might. Finally made it to the surface and burst through.
Paul woke with a start, sucking in a large amount of sweet air. For a short time Paul was confused about where he was, he didn't recognize the ceiling at all. A steady beeping caught his attention. As he turned his head he began to realize he must be in the hospital. He turned his head a little further and saw who had called him back. Sitting next to the hospital bed was cream. She was bent over with her head resting on the bed. She was sleeping with one hand resting on his upper arm.
Paul gently removed his arm from Creams grasp and rested his hand on her head and started to stroke her head and ears. Cream slowly came too, but as soon as she did she was in bed with Paul holding on to him for dear life, weeping in to his shoulder. All he could do was lay there and let her get it all out. Gently he wrapped his arms around her holding her closer. Sudden realization filled him. This was what he had missed, this was what had caused his anxiety. Paul buried his head into the top of Creams head and silently wept his own tears.
After a while they both settled down and just laid there holding each other. Both of them were too afraid to say anything, afraid to lose what they had just regained. But there were things that needed to be said.
"Cream."
"hmm"
"I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."
"I'm sorry too, it was Lucas idea that I ignore you as I did. It was meant to show you what you had done wrong and what you were missing out on."
Paul was about to say something but Cream looked longingly up into Paul's eyes and placed a delicate finger to his lips. Paul kissed that delicate finger and let her continue.
"In truth it is also my fault for not coming out and telling you from the beginning how I felt, this may have never happened."
They laid there in silence once again.
"So what is the truth than."
Cream propped her self up on her elbows and scooted forward to look Paul directly in the eyes. Gently she placed her fore head to Paul's so that their noses to were touching.
"The truth is that I love you and only you very much. There is no one else. You're the only one that I ever want to be with. Call me jealous, but I don't want to share you with any body. I don't want there to be any one else. I just want there to be only you and only me, no one else."
Cream was drained after that and laid down almost on top of Paul with her head right next to his. Paul was stunned beyond belief. He had always had very deep feelings for Cream, but never would have imagined that she felt the same way. He was human she was 'Mon. He never dreamed that they would ever move beyond best friends with benefits. Paul wrapped his arms around his best friend, his lover, his soul mate. Paul gave his shoulder a little pop and Cream raised her head to look at him again.
Paul could see the question in her eyes, did he love her too? Paul answered by kissing her deeply. At first Creams eyes shot open in surprise. Soon she realized that this was Paul's answer, he could think of no better way to articulate his feelings. They separated to breath and looked lovingly in to each others souls. Their heads than came together again and they kissed deeply and passionately.
Unbeknownst to them Ela had been at the door and heard the exchange. She had come to the hospital in hopes that Paul was still unconscious so she wouldn't have to go with him to the dance, and to also see Cream suffering. She was more than just a little upset to see the exchange. Now she had to go to the dance with this human. But more than that she was jealous. Those two had some thing special, something she didn't have, and she couldn't figure out why it bothered her so much. As she left the hospital she was still thinking about the out pour of true emotions that she had witnessed.
Back in Paul's room Cream had once again snuggled up next to him and they were both resting contentedly. Cream's head was resting on Paul's chest and she was enjoying one of Paul's favorite past times. Quite contentedly she was listening to Paul's heart beat, steady and strong, as he lovingly ran a hand over one of her long sensitive ears over and over again.
"You know I wish we would have done this earlier." Paul said as he continued to stroke Creams ear.
"What, fought?" Cream asked teasingly.
"No confessed our true feelings to each other."
Cream just hummed in agreement still enjoying the constant thudding emitting from Paul's chest.
"If we had I would be taking you to the dance tomorrow instead of Ela."
Paul just had to go there, but Cream didn't care, and said just as much.
"Well you better get all your philandering out of your system tomorrow than, because on Sunday you are mine and only mine."
Paul kissed the top of her head.
"I think I can live with that. As a matter of fact I think I can live with that for the rest of our lives and even beyond."
Cream went back to humming, content in the fact that she had her man back. Her man, and no one else's.
"Cream do me a favor though."
"Yeah?"
"Keep the last dance open for me."
"Always."