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Olive took off her gloves, igniting the fires once again. She headed to the room where the others were. Everyone was there. The twins, Hugh, Fiona, Horace, Millard, Bronwyn, Claire, being held by Enoch. Enoch. She touched her lips. When she'd been frozen, he'd... No, no, Enoch would never. Not her. How she wished it wasn't a dream.
She tapped Enoch on the shoulder. "Have you seen Emma?"
"She's on tha deck. I think she's wallowin' in pity over Jack. He might be here now." Enoch shrugged, adjusting his hold on Claire.
"Olive?" A small voice asked.
"Yes, Claire?"
"When will Miss Peregrine be back?" Asked Claire, her tone ever so soft, resting her head on Enoch's shoulder.
Olive paused, completely unsure on what she should say. "Ah. Well, as if now, I don't know." Silence. Olive rubbed soothing circles into Claire's back. "She will be back, though."
Claire looked at her, eyes large and watery. "Promise?" She reached out her little hand, extending her pinky finger. Olive wrapped her own around the little girls, sealing it with a small kiss.
"Promise." She smiled, her gaze settling upon Enoch.
He was staring. He blushed slightly, but didn't break the eye contact. Cute. "Ehm, Olive?"
Olive raised her eyebrows slightly, the corners of her lips perking up. "Yes, Enoch?"
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" She nodded, and he set Claire down, who immediately ran over to the twins, whispering to them. Enoch took her hand, pulling her out of the room. She smiled again, blushing.
"What did you want to talk to me about, Enoch?" Olive intertwined her gloved fingers with his. He stared down at their hands, the tips of his ears going red.
Enoch hesitated a moment, before looking at her with those dark eyes, his gaze heavy. "Do- Do you remember what happened when you got frozen?'"
Olive blinked a couple of times, pondering on what to say. "Well, um, I-I remember some. It's all a bit fuzzy really." She looked down at her feet, shifting nervously.
"Olive?"His voice was gentle, laced with concern. "What do you remember."
She took a deep breath. "I- I was trying to unfreeze Bronwyn, and the ice peculiar put his hand on my shoulder. I thought I could unfreeze it but I couldn't and he froze me and-" She stopped, biting her bottom lip. "I was cold. So cold. I've never been so cold before and then..." She looked up at him. "I heard you and woke up."
Enoch bit his inner cheek. She missed the most crucial part. "Olive.", he said, tucking a hair behind her ear, "What else do you remember?"
Olive's licked her lips and blushed. She looked at him. "You kissed me. Why, Enoch?"
Enoch's grip on her hand tightened. He looked down at the floor, almost ashamed. "I thought... I thought you were gone and I'd never told you..."
She stepped towards him, using her other hand to tilt his head towards her. "Told me what, Enoch?"
Enoch seemed to almost melt into her touch, ironically. "That I love you." His voice trembled. "Jesus, I'm sorry Olive," He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "Please don't go."
Olive pulled him into a hug, soothing him. "I'm not going anywhere. Why would I?"
Enoch rubbed his eyes. " 'Cos I kissed you, and I didn't ask and you didn't want to..."
"Enoch. Look at me." Olive demanded. He looked at her. His brow was furrowed, his hair was messy, his face was flushed, and he was gorgeous. "Who said I didn't want to kiss you?"
Enoch blinked. He blinked again. Wow. "I, ehm- I- I didn't think-" He stopped and looked at her. "Wait- You do- did want to kiss me?"
Olive nodded, her eyes twinkling. "I want to kiss you. I thought you were in love with Emma." She laughed.
Enoch stepped closer, his lips working into a smile. "God, not with you around."
Olive blushed, running her thumb along his cheek. They stood there. It might of been seconds or minutes. It felt like hours just staring and admiring the other. Heaven, they'd of said if you'd asked either.
"Enoch?"
Enoch swallowed at the sound of his name. It rolled off her tongue so well, as if it was made for her to say. He smiled giddily. "Yes?"
"Can I kiss you?" She asked, watching him look at her lips like a starving man.
"Please."
There was no hesitation. It was passionate, true and romantic, pulling eachother as close as they could. They held onto one as if the other was a lifeline. Soft, warm lips pressed to chapped, cold ones. Opposites attract, they say. They broke apart to breathe, still pressed against one another.
Through heavy breathing, Enoch managed to say: "You're very warm Olive." Then he pressed his lips to hers again and again and again.
Olive walked into him as they kissed, pushing him into a wall. She kissed from his lips, up his slanted cheekbones, around the shell of his ear and his neck, where she settled on kissing for the time being.
She watched his Adam's Apple bob, kissing it. She heard a sigh of contentment from Enoch. He lifted her chin up and kissed her. She nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth, pushing her tongue in as he parted his lips willingly.
They broke away and Enoch whined. "We should probably go back before they get suspicious."
Enoch pursed his lips. "You're right." Olive stepped back once, still holding his hand. "Come on then." She turned around, then was pulled back quite abruptly.
Enoch spun her around, and kissed her again. "Olive, I love you."
A smile broke across her face, like a flickering flame in the dark. "I love you too, Enoch." She pecked his cheek. As they entered the room, Claire and the twins ran up to Olive.
"Olive, we're cold." Claire chattered. Olive knelt down, embracing them as they huddled in.
"How about I go find some things to make a fire?"
All three nodded. "You're very warm." The young girl said quietly.
Enoch smirked. "She is, isn't she?"