「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(332) Dickhead

Charles' POV

Joy readily bolted back to Jimmy as my diligent efforts to overthrow his superiority failed miserably but as night fell, the unsettling tremors dreadfully returned to haunt him.

Apart from the disturbing seisms occurring intermittently, at weirdly fluctuating levels of intensities, there was an unruly commotion that continuously blustered in, almost like there was a capricious rebellion ongoing.

The seeming oddities sparked off a chain of alarms in my mind but I disregarded them outrightly, caring more for the poor one in front of me.

Like the twirl of a dance, the motion of having my arm surround him was now a smooth gesture. Timidly, his quivering body curled up against the linen of my jacket and I hugged him snugly, conscientiously soothing him with one of Lynn's—and in turn Jean's and Rachel's—favourite bedtime stories.

Gradually, the spirited articulation served out its calming purposes amidst the sporadically vibrating building but the tranquilizing effects barely sufficed to appease the flames of his fears as they rapidly reignited when boisterous noises resembling crumbling bricks again exploded into the atmosphere.

"It's alright, it's alright. Everything's going to be alright," I bolstered in a soft tone, albeit vigilantly sweeping my eyes around the room, struggling to visualize the irregular origin of quakes beyond, as Jimmy hurriedly buried his head into my chest.

Void spans stretching out erratically between the harassing rumbles inevitably created much suspense in the ambience. Every branch of silence was totally unpredictable but this one was definitely the most bizarre as two dark figures suddenly emerged through the wall.

Against the ironic peace, even their strenuous heaves for air were conspicuous, not to mention their scampering treads that inadvertently scared him like thunder. Massively startled by their unanticipated entrance, Jimmy flinched, hastily gazing towards the source of perturbation on the farther side of the room where my eyes had already frozen, stunned, upon immediate recognition of those unique blonde locks.

"Lynn?" I sputtered in astonishment, and apparently in synchrony with Jimmy.

Spontaneously, she darted her head over and just as our eyes clicked for a fraction of a moment, that thoroughly flustered expression was quickly redeemed by a look of absolute exhilaration.

"Charles!" Lynn screamed, her alluring voice extremely tired yet buzzed with pure satisfaction.

As Lynn energetically sprinted over, I squinted my eyes at her, still mildly bemused by the dynamic activity of her enticing legs, but mostly concerned with the multiple scars glimpsed at the corner of her face.

"I thought you said she was paralyzed?" Jimmy commented in considerable confusion.

"We have this... thing, that helps us walk," I answered, equally disoriented.

Rashly collapsing to her knees, Lynn agitatedly swung her arms around me and mine automatically curled around her waist. Drawing her in affectionately, I relished in the characteristic scent I missed dearly even after just one day and she simultaneously luxuriated in my warmth, so decadently it slipped her mind to release me.

"Lynn," I beckoned tenderly, gently tapping on the back of her leather attire.

She compliantly loosened her grasp but just when I thought to examine her face, Lynn crashed her lips onto mine. Reflexively, I giggled at her unwavering determination and gladly succumbed to explore her adorable cavity as she passionately entwined our tongues together but my worries eventually vanquished the inviting distraction.