21 A demi-god relationship

Cynthinia spent most of her night in one of the bunk beds staring at the ceiling of the caravan - not moving a single muscle. She slowly and quietly tilted her head right and looked at the other end where William was fast asleep. She tilted her head back, quickly pulled the blanket over herself and sat up making a small, personal tent. She held out her hands as if she was holding a ball and began to channel her energy. Slowly, what little energy she had left formed an orb and a display flickered. She watched as images of James and Jack walking through a city looking at a small tablet were displayed. Jack pointed to a door and nodded to James. They walked up and knocked twice. Suddenly, there was click of a kettle in the caravan. The orb instantly dissipated and Cynthinia threw the blanket off her head.

William was standing in the kitchen, wearing some pyjama bottoms but no shirt, trying to boil an empty kettle. Cynthinia walked up to him and saw his eyes were closed... he was sleep walking. She held him by the shoulders and tried to lead him back to bed when something caught her eye. On William's back was a symbol. It was a circle with a cross in the middle and triangles at the ends of the cross. It was the mark of the Cyrcartan race. A race with the shortest life span of any other know race but the longest years. Although he looked around 20 years old to a person from earth, he was actually 35 in Cyrcartan years.

"Charlotte, what are you doing?" sleepily mumbled William. Cynthinia looked at him in confusion. He was still asleep yet he was still able to interact with his environment. She was able to direct him to his bed and went to sit him down when William wrapped his arms around her neck and brought her down onto the bed with him.

William positioned himself over Cynthinia holding her wrists down into the bed and placing his legs over hers to restrict her movement completely.

"Why don't we," William yawned, "catch up where we left off?" He began to lower his head towards Cynthinia's as if he was going to kiss her. Oh wait, he is going to kiss her. Cynthinia didn't know what to do. Should she struggle to get away? Should she fulfil her fantasies and kiss him back? William was now centimetres away from her lips. She had to make a decision. She closed her eyes tight and went in to kiss him back. A single bead of sweat trickled it's way down the side of her face so slowly it felt like slow motion. Then she felt it. Something pressed up against her lips and she kissed it. She opened her eyes to see William face. William's grip loosened and Cynthinia looked forward. And then to her left. William had fallen back asleep and was resting face down in his pillow while his shoulder pressed into her lips. But even while being pinned down by a sleeping person who just tried to kiss her, Cynthinia began to think about who Charlotte was. From the way William was acting and how Cyrcartans normally married at the age of 26, she believe Charlotte was William's wife. Yet, she hadn't seen a Charlotte before when watching William and the others before. Cynthinia yawned and William rolled onto his right side into a less restricting position but Cynthinia didn't return to her bed. She instead rolled to face William and wrapped her arms around him. She then slowly drifted off into a nice, comfortable sleep.