Sarah's POV
I felt a lot of different things as Slenderman and I kissed, but the thought that shouted out the most in my mind was "Wow!". Slenderman can kiss! I felt butterflies in my stomach along with all kinds of excitement. I had to gasp for breath after every break. I would always remember this kiss. It was something so special to me, not because of the super sexy kiss itself, but because it was so releasing. I felt so relieved to finally tell Slenderman how I felt and cry and just to completely get it out of me. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I was in blissful agony. I loved kissing him so much that the thought of stopping hurt. I wanted to somehow be closer to him than I already was. Our bodies were tightly pressed together yet somehow it still wasn't close enough. His lips were so soft and his mouth was cool. His cold breath filled my mouth and could taste him. He tasted sweet and I savored his taste. He had his arms tightly wrapped around my waist and I wrapped my arms as tightly as possible around his neck. I was on my tip toes and after our kissing became more intense he lifted me so that my feet dangled inches from the floor. I loved the contact we were having. The friction as our bodies moved against each other. I was breathing heavily and I was flushed red. My heart ached as we pulled apart again. I rested my head on Slenderman's shoulder and panted. It was now that I breathed normally again that I began to start thinking straight again. Suddenly, a realization hit me. I had just had a kissing session with Slenderman! I blushed even more if it were possible. I remembered my earlier outburst. "Kiss me, you idiot!", I had said.
In the moment our lips were so close that they had brushed lightly I had wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me. In that moment I had said "Fuck it" and I acted impulsively. I had grabbed the collar of his shirt in a desperate attempt to close the distance between us. I have never felt better. But now that the kissing is over, I can't help but feel ashamed of the way I had acted. I wanted to shove Slenderman away and go hide in a cave but the last thing I wanted now was to let go of him. I was stuck between running away and hiding. if I thought I couldn't make eye contact with Slenderman before, but now I don't think I can be in the same room as him! I thought of running away. But even if I wanted to, I couldn't. Slenderman had his arms still tightly wrapped around my waist. I doubt he'll loosen his grip enough to let me escape. I couldn't run, I couldn't hide, I couldn't speak. I wouldn't be so awkward about this if Slenderman wasn't so damn bipolar! He could go from nice to asshole in a second. He's going to regret it. That's all I'm thinking right now. He's going to regret and then he is going to reject me and I can't handle that. I would break. I didn't want to face him. I decided to take my chance and shoved him away. He loosened his grip in surprise and I took the chance to sprint away. The pain in my ribs shot up again but I kept running. I ran around the anion like an idiot, looking for somewhere to hide but as I was running I suddenly crashed into something, my face planted into it and I kept it there. Fuck my life. It was like running into a wall. I already had a strong suspicion of what it was, so without looking I felt what crashed into with my hand. Sure enough I felt the fabric and the coldness. I let my hand drop to my side. Holy shit! I can't look at him! I buried my face into what I knew to be Slenderman's chest. I gripped the fabric of his suit tightly with my shaking hands. I hid my face tightly against his chest and couldn't help but squeeze my eyes shut tight, hoping to just dissappear. The heat rushed to my face in seconds. I took in deep, shaky breaths. The only thing that can make this worse is if he-
"What's the matter?"
-talks.
I hid my face deeper into his chest. He smelled nice, like pine. His scent reassured me but I was still afraid to talk. Like, what was I supposed to say!? Luckily, he figured I couldn't talk and did the talking for me.
"Are you frightened?", he asked.
I kept my face hidden but I nodded quickly.
"Of me?"
I thought about it a moment. I was kind of scared of him. He could be terrifying and I understood that, but I was terrified for another reason entirely. I shook my head slowly.
"Are you ashamed?"
I nodded.
"Because of what happened?"
I nodded.
He stayed silent.
"I apologize. I don't know what came over me. You don't have to worry. We can forget all about it."
He grabbed me and moved me aside before walking away. Shit! That's not what I meant! I meant I was ashamed if how I acted, not that we had kissed. I've really done it now. I'm an idiot. I finally had him and now I'm just going to let him go! Screw that! I swallowed every once of my shame and ran after him. He turned as he heard me coming and I slammed into him. Wrapping my arms around him and gripping him tightly.
"What are you doing!?", he asked in surprise.
"N-no!", I stammered pitifully.
"What?"
This time I spoke with more confidence.
"No! I'm not ashamed that we kissed. I was just embarrased of how I acted! I have never kissed anyone before, or at least I don't remember and I was just really embarrased and scared that you would regret it and leave me! But never in a million years would I regret it! It's the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me and I don't care if you don't feel the same but I will never regret that kiss and I would do it again!", I said. I buried my face in his chest and hugged him tighter.
It felt good to say that. It actually made it a little less awkward now that it was said out loud. But now we were silent again the tension began to seep through again. I felt his intense gaze burning on me. A million thoughts zoomed through my mind but only one thought mattered to me. What was he going to do now?
Slenderman's POV
The nature of humans was intriguing to say the least. They were difficult to understand, but they were predictable. I saw what was coming. The plague that would infect society. I knew the centuries would pads and the human race would only grow in number and in cruelty. I had seen villages burned to the ground merely to demonstrate dominance. I had seen people, children, bartered for profit, like cattle. I had seen hell already, this is why death was the alternative. How could it get worse? This was the real hell. I was stuck here in this hell. There was no release for me. No weapon ever made could possibly have the potential of ending me. No after how hard I looked. Perhaps I would even enjoy immortality if it weren't for my curse. This hunger that plagues me, that has plagued me for centuries. This was my curse, but now, perhaps death was not the only freedom I seeked. At the moment I accepted my fate with this human girl, I felt, for once, like living was actually worth it. Like living was actually a good thing. She provoked my hunger at first but now she settles it. I was immensely confused. I was confused about how she could possibly stand to be near me, let alone kiss me. I was confused at why she instigated our union when she should have been cringing in horror. But mostly, I was confused at myself. I didn't know these feelings, nor did particularly enjoy them. They dominated my mind and I hate not being in control. Is that why it was easier to let go? The emotions were just too strong? As this human hugs me I can't help but think. Maybe it's best to not be myself anymore.
Judging by the way she was hiding her face, she was very ashamed. Aside from the fact that I could sense her emotions. She was scared, not of me, much to my surprise. I have never been scared in my entire existence but at the moment I was beyond terrified. I couldn't wrap my arms around her like I wanted to. I couldn't bring myself to express how I felt. I hated these feelings. My body rejected them while mind welcomed them. My entire psych was upside down. I decided to make this less uncomfortable for the both of us.
"So...it's getting late.", I said uneasily.
She nodded, still not looking up.
"Would you like to rest now?"
She nodded again. Alright then. I can already tell this is going to be very awkward tomorrow. What was I supposed to say? Perhaps it's better not to say anything. The faster she gets to sleep the better. I sensed she was in physical pain. She ran after me to stop me, it must have done more damage. Ugh, another one of these emotions. Guilt? This is by far the worst one! I can't feel guilt! I clenched my fists tightly, attempting to get rid of this terrible feeling. I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other behind her legs and in one swift move had her in my arms. She hissed a little at the pain, but still didn't show her face. She hid her face in my chest and continued to stay silent. I stayed silent as well. Even if I wanted to speak, which I was dreading, I wouldn't know what to say. I silently carried her back to her room. Taking each step with care so as not to harm her any further. I laid her gently on her bed and pulled the covers over her. Times of cold were coming.