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tag: Cash
<p>place: dorm
<p>time: you know
<p><br>Though nothing Will keep us together<br>
We could steal time Just for one day<br>
We can be Heroes For ever and ever<br>
What d'you say
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<p>"I get it, alright," Eli said, with a little bit of irritation hidden behind the smoothness of his voice. Cash had said
that's not what I meant, but he hadn't actually said anything different than the first time. If anything, he was just qualifying the fear he had already expressed. The first had been
what we feel is wrong, the second
it's worse than deflowering students. It's worse than losing your whole family's reputation. Worse than getting kicked out of school to have a child.</p>
<p>Months ago, Eli might have agreed. In fact, he'd dealt with all of that doubt for
years. He knew what Cash was talking about. He'd thought he was the only one, that if they ever caught him he'd be shunned and he'd have to change his name and move away and live off of his violin and never use magic again. Then--Iggy had happened. Iggy had kissed him, and that made his doubts go away, because if someone else thought this was right, then it couldn't be all that wrong.</p>
<p>Eli glanced at Cash, weighing his
I thought it would scare the hell out of you comment. Did Cash just need someone to tell him it was okay? And more to the point, could Eli be that someone?</p>
<p>He had a vision of him kissing Cash, suddenly and unexpectedly as Iggy had done to him, that first time. A kiss that said
it's okay, it's all okay. A kiss that would bring that flood of warmth and comfort, that would feel
safe just like the one Iggy had given him. The thought made his insides tingle with pleasure and longing, but when he tried to think about how he would do it, he couldn't make it happen in his head; he was facing away from Cash, they had a bed between them, he'd probably trip over something if he tried to move too quickly. That was sure to ruin that magic moment Eli was picturing in his head. He realized it just wouldn't work; if he did mange to get over there, he'd never be able to recreate that feeling. It had to just kind of happen, that feeling of being
safe. And it couldn't happen while Cash was actively talking about the dangers.</p>
<p>He swung his legs over to the other side of his bed, so that he was at least facing Cash, and so that there wasn't so much space between him. He looked at Cash, in the eyes, levelly. "You're scared," he said. It wasn't a question. He considered a minute. "Scared enough that you don't want to?" he asked. That would be the real measure.</p>
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