Barker extreme

Felix felt his energy drain from his body as she moved to him and touched his arm, an electric zap flying through his nervous system. He closed his eyes, and felt his body tense up again, her touch sending his emotions haywire. Every time they had touched, it was because he had touched her, he had grabbed her, he had pulled her closer to him, he had kept her there. And now... she was free to move away from him, and instead, she moved closer to him. Closer, where no one had been before. People ran from him, people didn't like him. He was feared, thrown into a deadly light by the Daily Prophet, he was a madman, a murderer, a man of torture, of the night, a man who didn't deserve sympathy, he only deserved death.

But this girl... he opened his eyes and looked down at her, staring into her eyes. This girl, who probably couldn't hurt a fly. This girl who was so beautiful it made his knees shake underneath him and threatened to make him collapse. She had come near him, she had walked towards him when no one else would, unless they were coming to attack. But she couldn't attack, she was.. sympathizing for him. Did she care? He couldn't tell, but he was suddenly aware that he had no shirt on.

Felix looked down at her, and realized he was staring at her lips. How long had it been since he had kissed someone. Someone who had the desire to kiss him back. Sure he had kissed Sophia, roughly, and she had struggled through it, but if he were to kiss Naomi right now, what would she say? Would she hate him, try to run... or would she kiss him back? Felix felt an odd song pop into his head, a muggle song he had learned as a child. Kiss the girl... lalalalalala my oh my, look like the boy to shy, ain't gonna kiss the girl. Felix stared at her for a moment longer, and then reached up, touching her face gently with his fingertips. "You're crazy." he whispered, and turned away from her, walking upstairs.

She swallowed as he touched her face and then watched him walk away. She stayed where she was, her pale face warm where his fingers had brushed her face. She finally turned away and went over to the shopping bags that had been forgotten in the intense conversation. Hyde was watching her as she went about picking through the bags and as she searched for a bathroom.

When she found one, she changed out of her clothes and into her new ones. Tight black jeans, a long, loose grey shirt that hung off her shoulders, and a tight black military jacket. She examined her face and hair in the makeup and adjusted as necessary before sighing, closing her eyes and resting her head against the smooth surface of the mirror.

Boy, oh boy.

Did she have some issues...

She left the bathroom and strode over towards the bags, carefully setting her other clothing in, still wadded in a little ball. She did not want to follow Felix like a lost puppy, but she was also not sure what she was supposed to do now. She walked towards the couch, respectfully skirting around Hyde, and sat down. The only thing left to do was wait for him to come to her.

Felix paced the bathroom upstairs like a caged animal. He kept running his hand over his face, snapping with his left hand, he paced back and forth. He should have kissed her, but she may have been repulsed. What if she hated him now? She didn't hate him, he had seen her face just before going off upstairs, it wasn't hate, it was something else, and it almost scared him. He needed to get her out of here, he needed to let her go, let her tell of all of the horrible things he had done to her, let her spread the word that Felix Barker was a madman who deserved to be locked behind bars for the rest of his days.

Felix finally pulled his shirt back on, and set his jaw, splashing water on his face, he stared at himself for a moment before sighing. "Oh boy.." He grumbled and then decided he needed to get her out of his house. She was making him soft, making him weak, and vulnerable, she was destroying him, and he needed her out of here NOW! Felix wrentched open the door, hearing a satisfying crack as the wood broke, and marched down the stairs. "Naomi." He growled, moving to her, and standing in front of her. "I've thought it through, and I've realized.. dammit." He growled, running his hand along his jaw. "You can't stay... I mean.." He groaned and stared at her, then pointing his wand at the door, it unlocked and flew open. "Get out..." He said and then marched right back upstairs, where he went into his room, slamming the door and throwing himself face down on the bed in there.

Naomi heard her name and stood, turning to look at him, and found the last expression on his face that she had expected. Anything but this hostile expression. Where had her rescuer gone? Here was her kidnapper. She stared and as he moved towards her, she took a cautious step back, looking up at him in confusion. He raised his wand and she flinched.

Her head had turned toward the open door and now she stared at it. She turned and face it full on. Freedom. She could grab the bags of clothes and run and she would be fine. She would have been perfectly fine. She could escape, get some fame and some really nice new clothes out of the whole deal, really. But something kept her rooted to the spot.

She turned and jerked, realizing that Felix was gone. She heard a slam and she winced at the noise. She stared at the stairs and then looked to Hyde. "Help me," she whispered to him. She had no reason to stay, she knew that. But really, she had even less reason to go. She did not care about school. She did not care for her family, or for her "friends." The only thing that called to her was freedom... But now she had the freedom to stay or go. If she stayed, it was by her own free will.

She slowly walked up the stairs and towards the room she guessed him to be, his bedroom. The door was shut and she slowly and quietly opened it. He was collapsed on the bed and she walked in, soundlessly closing the door behind her. She made her way across the room and cautiously sat on the edge of the bed, near the head of the pillows. She lightly put a hand on his shoulder and in a quiet voice, said "And what if I don't want to go?"

Felix felt the anger slowly start to flow out of him. Now he realized what he had done, but he didn't care anymore. It wasn't worth the risk of having him fall in love with this wonderful woman. The girl he had kidnapped, this innocent bystander who would be tortured by the ministry, let her play hero, he was the kidnapper, she had escaped, and lived to tell the tale. She could speak, she could move, and had no scars, she had gotten away from Felix Barker, Criminal at Large. He was so busy with these thoughts that he didn't hear the door open, didn't notice as she walked into the room and didn't even pay attention as a side of the bed moved down as she sat down.

What did get his attention was her hand on his shoulder. He jerked back and looked up at her, staring with disbelief that she was still there. Why was she still there? She had no reason to. No F*** reason to still want to be near him. She should have taken her freedom while she could. She should have become the hero he so much hated, even if it was just for his sanity. But here she was, those beautiful innocent eyes looking at him with a trust he had never felt. A trust he had never deserved. He felt his arms start to shake, and still he didn't say anything. He didn't move, he just watched her, as though expecting her to run away laughing from him. Like every other girl in the world did, make a fool out of him, then run away laughing. It was how it worked, but still she stayed.

Suddenly he moved his hand to her face, feeling the soft skin as though wondering if it were really there. His hand came in contact with the flesh, and he realized that she was in fact there. Naomi, his hostage, had stayed with him, even given the chance for freedom. She had stayed. Cupping her cheek, he leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers, the electricity surged through him as though he had just jumped into an electrical unit, and he moved more towards her, his other hand moving to catch her wrist, so that he could pull her closer, not wanting to let her go now that he had her.

Naomi did not know what she had expected. Perhaps he would yell at her, demand she had to leave, somehow force her too. Or perhaps laugh, call her a fool and torture her. She had expected the look of surprise and she blinked through it, no reaction to match his. She did not want the fame of escaping. She was not a hypocrite, she did not want to aide the Ministry, to return to a world who had already plotted her future. She would become a Death Eater and would be scoffed for choosing the path everyone had lined up for her. She had no other choice, but she did not want to face the hypocrisy.

His hand came to her face again and she did not move away. Suddenly, she was not trying to predict his next move and how to counter it. She was simply waiting for it, allowing the circumstances she had always tried to control just come to her. And he moved forward in real time, no slow motion, no sudden blink of the eye, and she did not move.

She kissed her rescuer back. His hand pulled her closer and she allowed him too. He had rescued her. Naomi did not think about things like Stockholm's Syndrome. She did not think about anything. She just kissed Felix back. She moved closer to him, her free hand reaching out to circle his neck. She broke away from him and rested her head under his chin, her face against his neck and chest, clutching him. "I suppose this means I can stay?" she asked in a light voice, looking up at him and attempting a genuine smile.

Felix couldn't believe it. She was here, he had kissed her, and she hadn't slapped him, hadn't made fun of him. Hadn't run away. Felix held her after their kiss, her head resting under his chin, which he placed on the top of her head, inhaling her scent deeply. She asked if she could stay, and he felt as though something inside him opened up, and his face twitched into a smile, looking down at her, his face twitched into a smile, a real genuine smile, something no one had prompted from him in his entire life. Something he didn't even know he could do. It made his eyes sparkle, his entire face changed from a grumpy look, one that he forever wore, to a new person, had he smiled more, maybe he could have been made into a hero at school. But had he been made into a hero there, he wouldn't have met Naomi.

"You're crazy.." He said shaking his head, and suddenly something bubbled up from the pit of his stomach, something so unexpected, he tried to swallow it at first, and then it came out, a full blown laugh, something he had never actually done. It hurt almost immediately, his abs, though defined, had never been exercised in this way. He looked at her and shook his head. "I'm running from the law, I'll be caught, and sent back to Azkaban, and you want to stay with me.. You're insane..." He looked at her and then smiled again, reaching out to hold her again. "But yes.. you can stay."

Naomi smirked against him, listening to his words, feeling his frame shake from a laughter she had not expected from him, though she was done with expecting anything. Right now, she was just existing. Forget about expecting. He tightened his grip around her and she did not protest, but allowed herself to fall closer to him,tightening her own hold.

"Good," she said, smiling again. "Otherwise, I was going to tie a chain to you and force you to let me stay." She looked up at him, blinking mischievously, but did not laugh. She was not one who laughed, but let her expressions say what they needed to. She reached up and brushed a strand of his hair. "Insanity makes things more interesting."

Felix stared at this girl. No.. this woman in his arms. Not two hours ago, she had been fearful of her life from him. And now? What had changed? He had protected her, and now she was his. He smiled at her and felt her hand along his face, he closed his eyes and pressed his face against her hand, feeling the soft skin and slowly he looked down at her, pulling her over so that she was laying on the bed next to him, never letting go of her for a second, he lay down on the bed next to her, pulling her to his chest, he held her. "And now what my hostage? Technically you are still my hostage, what do you think you'll gain from staying here?" He asked slowly, his face buried in her hair, smelling it as his fingers ran up and down her arm.

"You not only protect me from the law, but if you become my accomplice.. then... we can do many things Naomi Greyback... many, but you have to know what you're getting into. I'm a known criminal... I kidnap people, and torture them, and if I get the chance, I kill them. I didn't kill Khaat or Sophia because it wasn't in my orders, I didn't kill you because you were my shield, until my emotions got the better of me. So what is your goal?" He asked his arms tightening around her, holding her closer to his chest, his lips moving to rest on her earlobe, which he gently nibbled on as he waited for her answer.

She stayed close to him and smirked at his words, feeling her snarky attitude flaring up. "Oh, am I? I was under the impression you were my hostage." She nestled closer, smirking against his shirt and then tilting her head to look up at him. He was preoccupied with her hair at the moment and was running his fingers down her arm, which raised chills along them. She brushed some of his hair lightly.

He asked her what kept her their. "I'm somewhere where I don't have to put on an act," she said softly, looking down slightly, focusing on the fabric of his shirt. He asked her what her goal was and for a moment she said nothing. If she was his accomplice, she would simply be doing the things she knew she would be doing later. She did not mind. "I have no goal. I have no disguises. I am what you seen." She blinked and looked up. "I have no goals. I used to, but I'm tired of keeping up with what everyone tells me to preoccupy my life with. I have nothing to do, and everything to offer."