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He held me against him until I stopped crying.  My ear rested upon his chest, and it calmed me to hear his heartbeat drumming so steady a cadence into my being.  I'm sure he could feel my heartbeat too, except mine perhaps wasn't so steady.  Mine was more like an animated vibration whenever I was around him.  Maybe he felt like that too and I just didn't realize it.  I felt so close to him then, like we were soul-speaking, or sifting back and forth our feelings without have to say a word.  Then again, that is how it has always seemed to be with me and Kane - eye conversation, body language communication.  I hadn't realized that such trivial actions could be so powerful.  I have heard, though, that the eyes are the window to the soul, an every emotion can be found behind them if one merely takes the time to look.  

I raised my head to look into his eyes.  It shook me, what I saw inside of them.  Their color was a kaleidoscope of greens and blues, true colors not hidden behind the usual eden green wall.  He was baring his soul to me.  I reached forward to touch his face, struck with emotion.  My eyes are blue-green, those chameleon eyes that change colors depending on what I wear.  They are unreadable, indecipherable, moody and changeable, like me.  But I've always been told that my eyes turn bright green when I cry, no longer elusive.  We were adversely proportional, then.  His true colors hid behind the green.  My true color was green.  We were a perfect balance, he and I.  

It was then that I found myself questioning exactly what caused two people to connect on so deep a level.  Perhaps it was something completely unspoken by chord or by timbre.  Perhaps connections between two people were conducted by unseen phantasms of the soul, or as more scientifically inclined people would likely say, pheromones, the little puzzle pieces of one's own being, freely floating within the soul's bodily house until they sensed the nearness of their matching puzzle pieces, or the adversely proportional pheromones of someone else.  If my thoughts were true, then I suspected Kane and I could have constructed a jigsaw puzzle by now.  

The longer I stared into his eyes the foggier my thoughts became.  i felt, strangely, as if i were a piece of driftwood floating aimlessly down a river of ice and passion.  Abruptly i noticed the change in Kane's eyes.  They turned so green that i shivered, and his brows furrowed so fiercely that my breath quickened.  

"You're freezing!" I heard him say.  Then he shook me.  "Bluidy hell, I should 'ave known this water was too cold for a woman of your size to be swimming in this time of year!"

He held me as he waded away from the rock to what I suspected was the bank.  I had heard what he said in his endearing (and yet very sexy) Scottish brogue..."woman of your size", and it struck me as funny.  I'm 5'10", and definitely not without womanly charms.  I am in no way boneless.  So his statement made me giggle a bit.  

"Och and ye think this is funny?  Yu think it's funny that i let ye freeze?  God, woman," he paused, then when he formulated a new thought continued speaking, "wha would ye 'ave done if i'd na' been 'ere to bring ye tae shore, eh?"

My speech was slow, and I was shuddering, "Woman...of my...size?"  I laughed breathlessly.

"What?" Kane asked, tone indicative of his irritation with himself and confusion towards my behavior. 

"I...am not...a small woman" I said with effort, still laughing a bit.

"Och tha'..." he realized, then chuckled a bit despite himself.  "No" he said, pinching my rear to my squealing protest, "yu arena small, but yu are smaller than me, so it is no wonder yu are freezing and i amna."

"You're just...a giant."  I giggled in response.  He was, after all, closer to six and a half feet than he was to six.  

He laughed, "Aye, weel, I suppose most would say tha'."

We reached shore, and he lifted me into his arms.  He carried me to where our clothes were, and when we arrived there he went to work drying me with his shirt, being very careful to avoid staring at the view my near-nakedness provided.  My underclothes were like second skin and barely hid anything from him.  I blushed a bit with the thought of it, and for once I was thankful for it, as my whole body became warmer.  My blood seemed to de-chill, and I could function a bit better.  

"Thank you, I'll do the rest" I told him.  He looked me in the eye and lingered a moment, heat between us heightening, and he was torn between understanding my sudden impulse to clutch to my modesty, or obeying what his hungry eyes told him to do.  He chose the former option, then relinquished his shirt to me and turned to dress. 

A moment later he turned to face me and I was fully clothed in the black running attire again, slightly warmer, but still shuddering a bit.  "Sorry about your shirt" I said, handing the wet object back to him.  He grinned.  "Och, it doesna matter, i like being bare-chested in the cold air...makes me feel like a man."  I grinned back, "Barbarian".  He looked skyward then, and his brows furrowed.  "No wonder the water wasn't getting warmer like usual, then" he said, pointing towards the brooding clouds that angrily settled over the valley, "the forecast this morning didna call for storms, but by the way it looks, we are going to 'ave one."

"Scotland's weather is so changeable" I said.

"Aye" he said, smiling to himself but looking at me, "it is...just like you."

I just stared at him, amazed that he had found such a deep discovery about my persona.  It was frightening how well he seemed to know me.

"Let's get yu somewhere warm" he said, and moved forward to put his arm around me.  "I will take ye to my da's house, he always has a fire goin', and I was headed there anyway."

"Really, Kane, I'll be fine, my apartment is only ten minutes away." I protested.

"And my care is five minutes away, in the opposite direction.  I amna letting yu walk alone, damn yu, not after ye almost passed out on me in the loch.  Yu'll come with me and i'll hear nothing else of it."  He said this all very decidely.  

"I am fine Kane, I am feeling much better than I was, and I'm sure I can survive a ten minute walk."  However, Kane, I had learned over the past two years, was a pig-headed as they came, and once he got an idea in his head, he was like a hound on the hunt.  So it was no surprise when he raised his eyebrows at my protest, then bent down to pick me up again,  physically preventing me from walking away.  I usually put up a bit of a fight in situations like thus because I don't at all fancy being dictated to.  However, the chill in my blood was making me sleepy and thankful for his protection in this case, and instead of being peevish i just chuckled knowingly, shaking my head.  My father had been a pig-headed man...so i had prowess dealing with men of such tenacious decisiveness. 

"Yu are so tired yu can barely stand" he said, "the cold does tha' to ye, didna yu know?  and it isna helping tha' your undergarments are making your clothes wet.  Yu'll probably get colder before ye get warmer.  Aye, ye'll be comin' home with me."  he carried me until we reached his car, and then he placed me into the passenger seat, which, I must reaffirm, is on the LEFT side of the car in Scotland.  i still hadn't gotten used to that.

I could not help but be intrigued.  I was, for the first time in my young life, going home with my professor, who just happened to be, in this case, the most attractive man i'd ever seen, and who i'd just shared a very passionate kiss with, after two years of wanting very much to do so.  I think I would have shivered at the thought if I hadnt already been shivering.  I wasn't just goine home with him either; I was going to his father's house.  This meant that I would probably be meeting his father.  in normal circumstances I would have been nervous.  But since I was growing exceedingly tired, I found it hard to really feel any emotion at all.  The heat coming from the vents felt splendid.  Kane said something but it blended in with the car engine, and then i suppose i fell asleep.