Emotions By Damasu This is wrong. I know it is. It just doesn't feel right. I've never felt like this before. But what ever it is... It feels good. Kind of complete. "Why are you so tense?" His question was simple, and emotionless. Just like the look that played across his face as he licked at a knife. "I'm not tense." I tried my best to act calm, and failed miserably. "Oh, no?" Standing up, the Irishman set down his knife, picking up a new one and walking to me. "What are you doing?" I sunk against the beanbag chair, trying to hide my excitement. "Relaxing you..." He kneeled on one knee behind me as he began to trace my jawbone with the blade. He was so gentle at times. Chills ran up and down my spine. "Farfie..." I stifled a laugh. "It tickles." This time I had to let in and laugh. As did he. The blade was pulled away from my skin as his mouth hovered above its spot below my jaw bone. "How about this?" His lips brushed against my skin. I must have gasped because he drew back and laughed.  "I'll take that as a yes." Still laughing he stood, walking in front of me. "C'mon." One leather clad hand, extended towards me. I placed my hand in his. I never noticed how perfectly my hand fit in his. He wrapped his fingers around my hand and pulled me up. Usually, this would be an everyday activity for us, followed by a couple of laughs and shoves. Things were different this time though. I knew he could sense that something was wrong. I could feel the red spread across my face as I managed to stutter out, "I gotta go." Before darting for the stairs. I knew that he had been confused as I raced out of the basement and towards the elevator. I had to get out of his room, and into my own. If only he knew what I was feeling... Maybe then he'd understand. But he didn't, and he couldn't. Emotions... Damn they'll mess you up.