16. You Are Meant For Great Things

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A soft snore of Five's fills Elisa her ears. She turns to look at him, just like she has done several times the passed hour. His hair lays there messy, still plastered against his forehead from the sweat that was there eight hours ago.

One eye of Five's opens, and when he notices Elisa's eyes on him, a smile lights his face up. His stomach is pressed against the mattress, and the blanket is curled around his waist only. That's why Elisa's eyes are free to flicker back to his back while Five tiredly hides his head underneath the pillow, trying to block out the annoyingly strong light. The light fades away, and he lets out a relieved sigh, content.

"Worn-out?" Elisa chuckles as she continues watching him.

"Mhm," he replies in a quiet voice. "Very."

Five hands grab the pillow that's laying on his head with both hands, and then throws it to the other side of the room, making Elisa frown. He turns so he's laying on his side. His smile widens enormously when Elisa comes into his view again.

"Why did you do that?" Elisa playfully cocks her head to the side while her eyes flicker to the pillow.

Five raises his hand slowly and only stops when his fingertips touch the soft skin of Elisa's cheek. "I wanted to see you," he whispers, his breathing already quickening. Then he turns his head to look at the pillow he threw toward the door, too. "Do you want it? I can get it ag-"

"No." Elisa answers quickly. "I don't want you to leave." She closes the space between the two. Without hesitating even a little, Elisa presses her figure against Five's. Pleased with what Elisa's doing, Five curls his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer to him.

"I don't want to leave, either," he whispers in her ear, his lips touching her earlobe. Elisa's heart flutters when he does so. Five feels her quick breathing against his neck, and a chuckle leaves his lips.

He presses his head in Elisa's long hair, and breathes in deeply, taking in her smell. She smells amazing-more than that, actually. Her perfume will linger in the sheets, and he'll enjoy that. But he needs more, craves more. He doesn't just want her smell to greet him every time he goes to bed. No, he wants his arms around her every night again and again. Her smell in the sheets won't matter because he'll be able to breathe in her perfume whenever he wants.

"Five?" Elisa's whispers, her voice husky.

"Yes?" Five replies, using his fingers to push her hair aside so his way to her neck is free. When it is, he leans closer to her until his lips press against her skin. A first kiss is planted in the crook of Elisa's neck, making her giggle softly.

"I was thinking about something. . .," Elisa tells him, but Five hears her gasps between the words as he continues kissing different spots on her neck.

"Continue." He smiles against her neck-she can feel he does. She doesn't continue. It's as if she can't remember how to function properly. Her mind is only thinking of one thing: Five Hargreeves. No, another image has flashed before her eyes already. She remembers it well. Every detail is printed strongly in her mind: Elisa's hand slowly caressing Five's chest as he kisses the top of her forehead. Both their bodies are sweaty, but it doesn't matter. With Five's weight upon her, her eyes on him and his on her, she doesn't care about sweating.

"I-" Elisa stammers, her cheeks heating up again.

"What's that?"

"Stop doing that," she says, causing Five to crawl back a little so he can see her. Slowly, he watches her expression, trying to find out what she means.

"Stop doing what?" he asks, starting to frown.

Elisa raises her hand now, too. She smiles at him when she presses her fingertip on the top of his nose. "Stop dazzling me so."

"Am I dazzling you, then?" Five asks, tilting his head to the side. Both Elisa and him are smiling widely. The happiness is radiating from them. Anyone could see.

"You are," Elisa admits. "But let me talk now."

"All right," he chuckles.

Five forces his smile to lessen a little, trying to stop however he's dazzling her.

"So . . .," Elisa starts. "If you ever try to make me leave you again in situations as dangerous as yesterday, I will put a bullet through you myself."

Five his serious expression softens immediately. A soft chuckle leaves his lips again. Elisa watches him carefully.

"I'd expect nothing less, my Elisa" he whispers, pulling her closer to his body again with the one arm that is still curled around her. "My Elisa," he repeats himself before crashing his lips on hers. Elisa welcome this action happily. Her hands brush the sticky strands of hair from his forehead before they curl deeper into his hair.

Her lips part in response when his body hovers over her. Five leans on one hand that's placed next to Elisa's hips while his other arm curls around her waist, placing herself perfectly underneath him.

"My Elisa." His voice sounds huskily through his heavy breaths. His nose softly brushes Elisa's, and she flutters at the sensation. Still, he doesn't go straight for her lips again. He does lean in, though, but his lips go for the spot where Elisa's jaw meets her neck. A gasp fills his ears when he sucks the spot. He leaves a trail of kisses till he stops right above the corner of Elisa's lips that have already parted again, waiting for his to crush on them again.

"Now let me say something. . ." he whispers just inches from her lips.

Elisa swallows, and she stays quiet, waiting to hear his voice again.

"Thank you for taking me with you."

A smile comes upon Elisa's lips. One of her hands frees a lock of his hair in order to cup his chin. "I won't ever leave you unprotected anymore," she tells him in a bare whisper.

"And I won't ever leave you unprotected, too," he chuckles softly.

"Then I suppose we're stuck with each other."

"We really are, aren't we?" His breathing is heavy, and so is Elisa's.

"Yes." Is the last word Elisa gets out before Five connects their lips again. This kiss is less careful than the last ones. This one is urgent. The need is on point of exploding. The crave can't be handled anymore.

Elisa's hands curl around Five's neck as he kisses her hungrily. No more clothes need to be thrown off, they're already laying somewhere in the room. Neither of them know where.

A gasp of Elisa's makes Five chuckle against her lips when his hand trails down from her shoulder to her breasts, from her breasts to her belly, from her belly to her hips. Then Five pulls back, wanting to see her reaction to every touch of his. He squeezes the skin softly while Elisa's hands travel to his back. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and Five's enjoying the effect he has on her. He adores her reaction to his every move.

Their legs intertwine, making both their bodies tingle in anticipation. Then Five's hand starts to trail down once again. This time it goes to her thigh. Elisa whimpers when she feels his warm touch. Her body squirms, but his other arm is already holding her in place. Elisa wants and needs more.

Slowly, he starts to rub over the sensitive area, and Elisa struggles to breathe when he does so. One hand of hers unhooks behind his neck, and lays itself on the back of his head instead. She pulls his face closer to hers again. She forces his lips to crash onto hers. He, of course, doesn't complain. He does as she wants him to and starts to kiss her more harshly than ever before.

Five's hand leaves her thigh, making Elisa sigh. But she keeps her breath in when the same hand cups her breast again. When he squeezes it, Elisa lets her head fall backwards, breaking the kiss to be able to breathe.

"Five," Elisa breathes.

"Mhm?" His hand returns to where he touched her just a little earlier, and Elisa gasps when his finger-not so innocently-brushes against her clit. Her body slumps against his. When he starts to rub the area softly, Elisa's legs start to shake, too.

Thumps are heard outside of the room. Elisa doesn't catch them; her breathing is too heavy for that. Five does, though. He pulls back, and a sigh leaves his lips.

"What?" Elisa asks in a shaky voice.

"Here," Five smiles when he softly lays the blanket over Elisa's body. He, too, crawls under the frabric.

Elisa frowns at his actions, wanting to know why he stopped what was happening so sudden. It all gets clearer when he gestures toward the door with his head.

Just a few seconds after doing so, the door swings open. "Five," the stern voice sounds. The man barges in, looking for Five. His eyes widen immensely when his eyes fall on the two heads peeping out of under the blanket.

"Uhm," the man seems to have lost his tongue.

"Brother," Five greets him, holding back a laugh. His arm folds around Elisa's waist, pulling her closer to him again.

"The family expects you downstairs," the man looks down at his feet before turning around. "I suppose you can take her, too."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Five tells the man.

"Okay." The man mumbles before turning around and closing the door behind him.

Now a laugh does escapes Five his lips. Elisa's doesn't react like he does. She hides her face behind her hands, ashamed.

Five notices this, shakes his head, and brushes her hands off her face with his. "I'm sorry you had to meet Diego that way."

"I don't think I dare to look at him ever again, Five. " She now grabs his hands in order to hide her face again. Five does not stop her.

"It'll be all right," he whisper softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Will it?" Elisa asks him desperately.  "He just saw us, and I-"

"He didn't see anything," Five corrects her, now taking control of his own hands again. With one hand, he cups the side of her face while his other one travels down to Elisa's now swollen lips. His fingertips touch them softly, caringly.

"Luckily!" Elisa exclaims in shock. Then the shock on her face fades away. Her face becomes more serious, causing Five to smile, waiting for what she's about to say. "You are meant for great things. . .," Elisa whispers, digging into her memory.

Five frowns at her, not understanding what Elisa is getting at. "What?"

"Five, you told me that your father said that you and your siblings were meant for great things?"

"I did, yes?"

"I think you are all meant to work together in this!" Elisa exclaims. "If you all work together, then we might have a chance at stopping the apocalypse from happening. We tried alone-it didn't work out. So now. . ."

"We are meant for great things," Five whispers. "You are a miracle!"

"I know," Elisa giggles when Five kisses her cheek.

"Let's tell my siblings, eh?" Five intertwines their hands, making Elisa's heart flutter again at the gentle action. "I want them to meet you."

"Oh, I'm sure your brother, Diego, has told them all about me already."