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#17
There was no telling how long it took, but in the time that she clung to him, really clung to him as if letting go meant collapsing on the floor, Cameron felt entirely helpless. One minute she didn't want to do this anymore, the next he was struggling to control his own emotions, and now she was clinging to him having some... some... episode. Fainting spell. That had to be it, he told himself, but the truth was he'd never seen a girl faint before, and he couldn't be too sure. (What reason did she have to faint anyways? She was the one who'd tried to back away!)

He didn't say anything, though, because all he could do was stare at her with wide eyes as he held her up. Her feet hovered at the ground, brushing the ground floor but not quite managing to hold their own. The moment of horrified silence passed, and she seemed to come around enough to try and find her footing.

His own breathing quickened. I'm okay, I think, seemed like a ridiculous thing to say, given that her knees had just buckled under her moments ago. He wanted to say, "No, you're not okay", or "Do you even realize what just happened?", but all he could managed through loud, heavy breaths was a nod. He held her tight, not out of affection, but out of fear that letting her go so soon would cause her to slip to the ground.

"Sloane...." he tried again, but all he could do was stare at her in panicked silence.



#18
Sloane felt like the world around her was in such sharp focus now, every detail standing out after going fuzzy and fading out. She had no idea what happened, but she'd rather not do it again. The panic had been so alarming that she'd pet much fainted. Cute.

Allowing herself a moment to further collect her wits, Sloane felt her feet a little more solidly against the ground, though on her tippy toes. She slid her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, taking deep breaths.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened," She murmured, tightening her grip again. Having him close after so long was finally the relief she had been looking for after all this time. "I panicked over getting caught again, really panicked, and then everything went fuzzy and I couldn't see." She nuzzled in close, taking him in while she could. She'd goneand ruined their precious little alone time again. Ugh.




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#19
Just as quickly as she returned to her senses, he lost his. His breath hitched as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried into his shoulder, and all he could think was how he'd either miscalculated the entire situation or that her episode had caused her to lose all memory of everything she'd said. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, but he couldn't process everything she was saying. He stared off into the greenhouse behind her, trying to remember the entire conversation they'd had before she'd gone and nearly fainted.

(She'd pulled away from him. Said she couldn't do it. She'd been crying, and then he'd been crying, and he'd obviously... missed something. Something between the time he'd turned his head away and the time she'd stumbled towards him. He'd missed a gesture, a word... or he'd just terribly misunderstood her. Merlin.)

"Wait, so you like me still?" he asked, because that was the first thing he needed clarification on. And secondly: "I've never seen that happen to you before. I was..." Scared. Terrified. Shaken to his core. "Worried."



#20
Sighing softly, Sloane snuggled into him and then leaned right back at his words. She looked him over carefully, saw the remnants of the tears and the concern on his face. "Hey, what, of course..."

She was still trying to wrap her head around what had happened, but clearly this was not going well at all. Gently she wiped away any remaining tears with her thumbs. "I panicked about getting caught again, nothing else. Did I miss something?" She'd definitely gone out of it for a moment, but she didn't think it had been that bad.

"I'm okay, promise. Are you?" Now it was her turn to be worried.




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#21
She did like him. It seemed clear enough now, but that didn't erase the heartbreak he'd felt moments before, or the worries that he still had. She'd promised him that she would always choose him. She'd promised. She'd told him he had to trust her, and he still found himself doubting it. He tried to laugh it off, though it came out more as a poor attempt at chuckling. It didn't help when her hands came up to wipe his tears. It was so gentle, so tender, and he wasn't used to being treated that way—and he'd certainly never believed he needed that treatment before.

He felt tears pricking at the corner of his eyes once more as she questioned him, so he did the only reasonable thing. He bit down on his lip to the point of drawing blood, locked his jaw, and tried to blink away whatever tears were trying to find their way to the surface. He might be able to hide tears while she was standing three feet away having her own crisis, but he couldn't do it with her staring up at him. It was pathetic.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, though he wasn't. He didn't want her to think anything about him when it was obviously her that needed comfort. He'd let his worries get the best of him, and now, not for the first time, she was trying to convince him that everything was fine. It was selfish. "I misunderstood," he responded simply, because it was true. Partly.



#22
"I'm so sorry, I got wrapped up in my own head and everything spiraled down from there." He looked upset, possibly more upset than she'd ever seen him. When they fought they both got mad, but this was entirely different and she felt incredibly guilty once again. She really was terrible at this.

Sloane frowned slightly at the fact that she'd managed to throw their whole day or if whack yet again. "I ruined the day again, I'm sorry." She sighed in resignation. Now she wasn't sure if that why he was upset or if she'd said something wrong when we was panicking and couldn't remember through the haze.




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#23
She was apologizing, and he still wasn’t exactly sure for what. His assumption—that she didn’t like him—didn’t seem to be the right answer, but he didn’t understand why she’d apologize for nearly fainting. It didn’t seem like something someone ought to apologize for.

His tears were still threatening to spill, in part because of his fears and in part because of the fear he’d just experienced watching her stagger into his arms, but instead of facing humiliation to wipe them away, he did what he knew best. He lifted his hand and tilted her chin up, and he pressed a kiss to her lips.

He pulled back not too long after. As much as he’d like to be able to joke that she’d swooned in his arms after a kiss, it was a real worry at the moment considering she’d swooned for other reasons just moments before.

No more apologizing,” he insisted. As he’d decided in the moments before, he wasn’t sure he could ask what she was apologizing for—why she’d spiraled. He wasn’t she he wanted the answer.



#24
Sloane would have kept apologizing too, just because of that look on his face, if he hadn't stopped her with the kiss. She softened into him instantly, pouring all of the pent up emotions into the kiss. She had no idea what was going on in his head, but she clearly wasn't doing a very good job with explaining herself.

He pulled back and she already missed the rush. This was so much easier than the emotional low they'd just gone through. Was that bad? They'd seemed like they were on the same page, but it was moments like that that made her wonder if they could sustain this. Then again she was pretty sure that she couldn't go back to being just friends either. The feelings were just too strong.

Nodding slowly, she looked at him carefully, expression a mix of concern and confusion. She wanted to say something, but didn't know what could possibly fit the moment. She knew they were totally alone, but still hadn't moved far from the door or windows leading to the alley. Though she still felt the dread of being caught deep in the pit of her stomach, she also knew they would probably implode if they didn't take these few real minutes alone too.

Slowly she eased a step away and slid one hand to tangle her fingers in his, then pulled him along further into the greenhouse. Once she was satisfied they were tucked very well out of sight, behind the large leaves of some giant bush on the backside of a stack of pallets, she let out a long sigh and turned back to face him. "What's that look for?" She asked hesitantly, giving their joined hands a tight squeeze, her free hand seeking his to do the same. She was still feeling out of sorts from her little dizzy spell there, but for some reason he looked more dazed than the situation called for.




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#25
She kissed him back, and he was finally able to push the thought out of his head that she didn't want this anymore. She wouldn't have kissed him like that if she didn't like him, and the way she was talking fully supported that she did. Good. He was just overreacting. If only his other worries about moving forward could be cured with a kiss or two. He didn't say as much as she led him deeper into the greenhouse. Though Cameron had never been fond of Herbology, it was much easier to appreciate when all the plants and vegetation afforded them a few minutes alone. He moved closer to kiss her again, but she stopped him—apparently for his expression. Ugh, was it that obvious?

"It's nothing," he swore. Not necessarily a lie; it was nothing. His worries were nothing, and should be treated as such when she was right here, squeezing his hands and risking her reputation to hide away with him. He let go of her hands and trailed his hands up her arms until he cradled her face in his palms. He smiled down at her. "Just don't faint on me again. I'm not sure I could get out of here on my own," he teased, wanting nothing more than to bend down and kiss her. Hormones didn't care about his worries.



#26
Sloane frowned slightly and only for a moment. She didn't really believe him, but she'd learned her lesson in pushing him. Hopefully he'd tell her when he was ready. The only problem there was that she was super impatient and would replay everything over in her head until she found out what it was.

Fortunately, she was easily distracted by his hands on her face, her own making their way to cover his gently. "No fainting, got it." Sloane was pretty sure she could handle that from here on out. Hopefully.

"We probably don't have too much time left," Because she'd wasted it with a panic attack. "Sooo what should we do?" She passed him a sly smile. The mood needed to be lightened, they needed to let off a little steam before everything got locked back up until next time.




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#27
Fortunately, Cameron had gotten used to not having much time. Now that the moment of panic had passed and they were very much alone, he could do exactly what he wanted. He didn't say a word as he leaned down and kissed her, his hands trailing back down her arms until he found her waist. As fun as it was for poking fun at her, their height difference had proved to be annoying where kissing was concerned. He smiled against her lips as he lifted her right off her feet and held her against him, his arms locked tightly around her waist. Not much time—he had to make it worth it.

(Especially if it wouldn't get many other times like this. Maybe the thought wouldn't disappear easily after all.)



#28
Pleased with his reaction, Sloane wrapped her arms around his neck and met him eagerly in the middle. They only had moments and she was determined to squeeze as much out of them as she could. Feeling him pull her in tight had her gasping softly against his lips, only to then find herself lifted entirely off the ground. The height difference was a pain, but certainly he couldn't hold her up for long.

Her natural reaction was to try and get some kind of support, but she was too distracted to have a plan fully formed in her head. She needed something to stand on, which was ridiculous, but true. Briefly she thought about somehow wrapping her legs around his waist, but between skirts and cloaks and the general hesitation that was going a bit too far, she hadn't the fortitude to see that thought through. There was a little workbench nearby, but that was a little too tall too. All she could do was hang on tight both physically and metaphorically. He was running the show and she was perfectly fine with it




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#29
All things considered, picking her up was a reasonably easy solution to their height difference. However easy it might be to hold her like this for a while, the added kissing made it far more difficult. She slipped down and he felt himself grappling to keep a grip on her, and before long he found himself laughing through the kiss as he placed her on the ground. He had no perception of their surroundings, nor was he particularly knowledgeable about how stable tables in greenhouses were, but he knew they had to be stable enough to hold the large plants and flowers. He took the risk to pick her up once more, his cheeks momentarily flushing pink as he realized his hands were inappropriately low on her back, and moved towards the table.

It should be easy enough. It wasn't perfect, and he would still have to bend a little with her sitting, but it was easier than carrying her or breaking his neck. It seemed reasonable. Seemed. He placed her on an empty spot, still supporting her a little—but when he left her sitting entirely on her own, that was the end of that. At least three plants fell off the table as the added weight shook the surprisingly flimsy structure, and with it their pots. The ceramic shattered loudly, and Cameron's eyes widened.

Well.

He immediately picked her back up, placed her on the ground, and grabbed her hand.

"Well, I'm glad you know this place so well," he said worriedly as he he began tugging her towards the general direction in which they came.



#30
Sloane could feel herself sliding down despite their efforts otherwise, chuckling as Cam did until she had to lean will the way back in laughter. Then he hoisted her off the ground again in an attempt to even things out, but it certainly didn't go according to plan. At all.

The pots came crashing down and she yelped loudly as she was once again picked up. She knew she was little, but this was too much time off her feet that didn't involve a broomstick. She tried to cast a quick repairo sorry, but knew she only got one. Hopefully the cat wouldn't get too much of a scolding.

She moved to lead the way, walking quickly and quietly back toward the exit. It didn't take her long to find it again, pausing quickly to press one last, quick kiss to his lips. "Go back the way we came, I'll meet you in front of Honeyduke's in ten minutes." She would go around the other way so they weren't coming from the same direction so nobody saw them coming out of the alley together.




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