A-Tempest

King was worried, what would El do when he was no longer there to take care of her? He has never left her side, was it a good idea to do it now?  He was really worried. 'My El, My darling El' King sighed inwardly, he was worried she didn't see how worried he was, he wasn't sure it mattered if she did. 'How long would it last before she did her reputed shift and found herself dunk in bed with another?' pondered King out loud. He didn't mean to be cruel with his words he was just worried. His stomach churned. Soon he would be so far, he wouldn't be able to hold El's hand, her heart; tighten his grip and reassure her he would take care of her. S

The intro to R,Kelly's Bump n Grind is a little too reminiscent of my current predicament, King thought to himself. He couldn't help but smirk in the quiet of his room as a private joke crossed his mind. He remembered the walk to the car, how El's eyes lit up in the evening light, when he sung that song. Moments later, stolen kisses, soft whispers, the look in her eyes… King sighed, he was fatigued yet restless, his body yearned for the comforting embrace of the two duvets that lie atop his bed, but his mind was reeling in discomfort. It was unable to rest, to settle, to forget, all because what the heart wants, the heart gets. It year