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I\'m watching you!	By : Cupiditatis Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5620 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I remember that I wanted to update only on weekends from now on, and
here I�m already updating during the week again.

Lensa: hey, I will be
the last person to complain when you�re happy when I update :D

Chapter
8

Black
Roses

Angelina
leaned back in her chair when she had finished her salami pizza.

�So,
are you happy now?� she asked Marcus as he too finished his Ossobuco Rosso.

�It
was at least better than that rabbit-food you ate this morning!�

Angelina
just sighed and rolled her eyes. She was thinking about what she could do this
afternoon, for she was sure were she to go back to her flat with him one of
them would surely kill the other one, and she wasn�t ready to go to Azkaban
because of Flint.

Flint
seemed to have come to the same conclusion as she had, for after they had paid
he asked her if there was something to do in the city. Angelina shrugged.

�Nothing
much really.� At least nothing much she could do with Flint.
She went to one of the small caf�s or an ice cream parlour when she went out
into the city with some of her friends. Shopping was also an option when she
was with Meriel or Katie or Alicia. But with Flint?
She would need something with as little time to talk as possible, for it seemed
as though every word he said made her want to strangle the man.

�We
could of course also go back to your flat and you tell me exactly how �serious�
your relationships have been.� He grinned at the look on her face.

�Or
we could just forget about that
option!� Angelina finally sighed and arose from her seat.

�Come
on, I wanted to buy a bunch of flowers for my flat anyway, so I can as well do
it now.� And with that they left the restaurant, neither of them knowing that
they were being watched by a pair of grey eyes.

They
walked down the street, Angelina setting up a slow pace, looking here and there
through the shop windows while Marcus muttered something about �typical women�.

When they reached the flower
shop Marcus hoped she already knew what kind of flowers she wanted. But of
course she didn�t. Marcus waited impatiently for her to decide when a shop
assistant came towards them and asked how he could help.

�I�m searching for some
flowers for my flat.� Angelina told him and
the shop assistant smiled.

�Oh,
I think I have just the right flowers for you.�

Marcus
raised his eyebrows at the man. He was no more than thirty years old but acted
as though he was his own grandfather. When he showed Angelina a bunch of white
flower�s Marcus frowned slightly.

�Here.
The Madonna lilies. They are probably the most beautiful flowers we have. Their
pure white colour is magnificent and ah, their fragrance�� He smelled at the
flowers and sighed.

Behind her, Angelina could hear Marcus snort. She turned around and frowned at his
behaviour. The shop assistant, however, looked slightly taken aback and asked Marcus
if there was something wrong.

�These
are no flowers for you.� Marcus told Angelina plainly and pointed at a bunch of
roses. Black roses.

�What
about those?� he asked the shop assistant who gave him a bewildered look.

�Those
are the so-called �Black Baccara�, they have just arrived from Milan.
They are the darkest red one ever managed to grow. Such a dark red that they
look black.� He told him obviously confused at why someone would want those
flowers as decoration for one�s flat.

Angelina
raised her eyebrows at Marcus and looked at him questioningly.

�Are
you already planning my funeral?� she asked him when she looked back at the roses. Sure, they were beautiful,
like all roses were, but black? Marcus sighed at her ignorance and went towards
the bunch of roses, looked at the flowers and back at Angelina.

�They�re
black, proud, passionate, strong, unique and beautiful.� He said and Angelina�s
eyebrows rose even farther when she heard this.

�These
are the right flowers for you.� Marcus
finished and Angelina could just in time prevent her mouth from falling open.
But she couldn�t prevent her eyes from widening at what she had just heard. Had
she hit her head sometime today? Or had he?

She
was so shocked that Marcus had to pay the roses in order for them to get out of
the shop anytime that day.

�Come
on.� He said and pulled her with him by her elbow, pushing the flowers into her
hands. Angelina was following him silently for some minutes, not even saying
something about the rude way he had pulled her out of the shop.

Once
they were back in the street where her flat was, however, her mind found it�s
way back home.

�Did
you mean what you just said?� She asked him silently enough for nobody but him
to hear. Marcus rolled his eyes and groaned. He knew he would regret saying it.

�I
haven�t said anything the last ten minutes.� He said and tried to avoid the
subject.

�You
know what I mean.� It was obvious that he wouldn�t get Angelina to stop before
she had an answer. For a moment he thought about telling her that he had said
it only to get the stupid smile off of the shop assistant�s face, but when he
looked back at her and saw how she looked disbelieving at the flowers in her
hand he had this stupid need to say the truth. The Slytherin inside of him
winced at this thought.

�Yes,
I meant what I said. And don�t think too much about it, for it was only the
truth.� He told her and went on towards the house. �As though a white lily
would fit for you.� He added more to himself.

�Why
not.� Damn her why did she have to hear so good? He sighed frustrated and
turned around on the street.

�A
white lily? A white, fragile lily? I don�t think so! Look at you. You aren�t
fragile.�

�You
think I�m beautiful?� she asked and had difficulty looking at his face, for she
was already fearing he would now laugh at her.

�Have
you looked in the mirror lately?� Angelina looked asking at him.

�Damnit
Johnson, yes I think you�re beautiful, and if you don�t know it yourself you
really need to have your eyes checked. Now, can we please, please go back to
your flat and stop talking about this?� with this he turned around and headed
towards the house. Angelina followed him and thought with a small smile that he
was slowly starting to act nicely. What a huge improvement.

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He
goes out with you! Buys you flowers! How dare he? What else are you two doing?
Do you let him kiss you? Is he allowed to touch you? Do you let him see you
naked? Is he sharing your bed?

How
can you allow him to be so close to you when you know that you�re mine? That
I�m the only one who is supposed to kiss you, to touch your body, to lay with
you? But he will soon be gone. And then I�ll make you mine!

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Radames
was lying on the sofa when they entered the flat and lifted his head when he
heard his mistress being home again. He meowed and jumped off of the couch to
walk to her and rub his head against her leg.

�Hey,
missed me already?� Radames let out a meow as an answer and purred while he
continued to walk around her leg. Angelina carefully stepped over the cat and
walked into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase.

Radames
came after her and looked up at her expectantly. Angelina shook her head and
kneed down before the cat.

�Don�t
tell me you�re already hungry again?� Radames put his paws on her knees and
tried to touch her chin with his head.

�I
guess this is a �yes�.� She arose and went to get him something to eat.

�So,
am I allowed to take a shower now, or are you going to throw me out of your
bathroom as soon as I go in?� Marcus asked from the couch.

�As
long as you don�t take hours in the bathroom.� Angelina replied and with a
mocking bow Marcus disappeared into the bathroom. Angelina looked out of the
window and saw that the sun was already setting. Seeing as tomorrow was Sunday,
and this meant, the match against the Wimbourne
Wasps would be tomorrow.

�I
can as well go to bed early then.� She said to Radames
and went into her bedroom to change for bed. The only problem was, when she had
changed into her sleeping t-shirt, she still needed to go to the bathroom.

It just seemed, as though Marcus was taking more
time than she had thought. Unfortunately the need for her to use the bathroom
was growing stronger every minute.

�Damn
him!� she cursed and went to knock on the bathroom door. She could hear the
shower behind it, so she knocked harder, trying to get his attention.

�Flint!
Could you please hurry?!� she
screamed at the closed door, but she didn�t get any response. She cursed again
and moved impatiently from one foot onto the other.

�Flint
damn it! I need to go in there NOW!� She banged even harder on the door but she
still didn�t get a response. At least, the shower wasn�t running anymore. But
the door was still locked and she was still on the wrong side of it. At least,
that was what her body told her.

�FLINT!�
her hand was already hurting and she leaned against the door to try and hear
something, when finally the door opened and she fell directly against Flint.

�Johnson,
really, if this is what you wanted you should have just said so.� He grinned
down at her and Angelina raised her head from his � naked � chest to look up at
him.

�Let
me go, I need to use the bathroom. NOW.� She was getting way too aware that he
wasn�t wearing much. Nothing more but a pair of boxer shorts to be exact. And she
herself was not wearing that much either. The thin fabric of her shirt let her
feel the warmth of his skin and she didn�t like this one bit.

Marcus
let her go slowly and went back into the bathroom to get his clothes. With one
last grin at her and a quick glance at her bare legs he left her alone. Angelina
sighed and closed the door behind him.

Marcus
went back into the living room area and put his clothes onto one of the armchairs.
Then he took the blanket Angelina had always on the backrest of her couch and
made himself a bed on the couch. He hadn�t slept much the night before and he
wondered if Angelina had ever slept on the couch for it was the most
uncomfortable place to sleep on.

Just
when he had lain down on the couch and had pulled the blanket up he felt a
sudden weight on his stomach. He looked down and saw Radames getting comfortable
to sleep on his stomach. Marcus raised his eyebrows at the cat and sat up.

�Down!�
he pointed at the floor but Radames just meowed and curled himself up on Marcus�
legs.

�JOHNSON!�
He screamed just when he heard the bathroom door being opened. Angelina came
into the living room area and stood behind the backrest of the couch. She was just
about to ask him what his problem was when she saw Radames lying on his legs. She
couldn�t help but smile.

�Well,
he seems to like you.� She said and petted Radames� head, causing the cat to
purr and lift his head farther to reach her hand.

�Get
it off of me. And make sure he stays away from me.� Angelina sighed and took Radames
into her arms stroking his fur when she held him close to her chest.

�Don�t
worry, he won�t disturb your beauty sleep.� With this she went into her room
and went to bed, Radames curled up at her legs.

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Angelina
wasn�t sure what had woken her but she soon noticed that Radames wasn�t where
he had been when she had fallen asleep. She moaned into her pillow but rose
nonetheless. She had a feeling that she would find her cat on Flint�s
stomach again.

She
sneaked into the living room area and stopped behind the backrest of the couch.
And, just as she had thought, Radames was lying on Flint�s
stomach, curled up and fast asleep.

Angelina
reached out a hand to silently wake the cat and get him to come back to her
room before Marcus noticed him. But just before she could reach his fur her
wrist was held tightly.

She
shrieked when she was pulled forward and this woke up Radames who jumped down
from his sleeping place immediately when he saw his mistress falling down onto
the body he had slept on. But Angelina didn�t come to rest on Flint,
instead she fell farther, onto the floor, and Marcus fell directly on top of
her.

Angelina
groaned. Her head ached and she could barely breathe.

�Damn
it Johnson. What the hell were you thinking?� she heard Marcus from directly
above her. Now that explained why she couldn�t breathe anymore. She was tightly
pressed between his body and the floor; her legs were caught in the blanket as
well as his.

�I
was trying to get Radames back before you could wake up and go all ballistic
again. Now could you please get off of me? I can�t breathe.� She told him and
tried to wiggle free from underneath him.

�Johnson
stop it!� Marcus hissed and held her hips still.

�Then
get finally off of me!� she told him and tried desperately to get away from him
again.

�Johnson,
stop it! What you�re doing now is only making it worse.� He hissed and now Angelina
felt what he meant. Her eyes widened and she tensed underneath him. This could
not be happening. This was just a dream. A nightmare!

Marcus
rose onto his elbows and reached down to get the blanket off from their legs,
desperately trying to ignore her body underneath him, only separated by the
thin t-shirt she was wearing and his boxer shorts.

It
took him some time, but somehow he finally managed to get the blanket off and
rose from the floor. He held out a hand for Angelina to help her up but she
refused and arose without his help. Radames was sitting on the couch innocently
licking his paw.

Angelina
took him wordlessly in her arms and went back to her room. Marcus heard her
close the door but didn�t feel like telling her to leave it open. He lay back
down on the couch and tried to get back to sleep. But the memory of how she had
felt underneath him, how he could feel her breasts underneath her t-shirt
pressing against his chest, her bare legs against his, the way she had smelt �
of apples and roses � and especially the memory of how it had felt when she had
moved beneath him were keeping him awake. Unbeknown to him, Angelina wasn�t
doing much better.
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