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                                          Questions over Questions...

The Day went by pretty fast, after Ben's visit and the rapid change of Claire's well being to extremely illness. Everyone in the house was worried about something, just Luke wasn't.
Flora stood right next to him, as he forged out a plan to unmask the deceitful murderer, which was hard , without any connections, to the case.
"Luke, aren't you freezing? It's too cold to stay outside without a jacket and you're staring like an... maniac." She couldn't hide her fear no longer, looking at him apprehensive and accepting an answer.
"I'd feel good. Really, I'm try to figure out a way, to find out, who did that to my teacher." There weren't movements in his emotionless face, his eyes didn't leaved the spot, he was looking at, either. It was raining and rather depressive, standing on the balcony. Flora gazed up to him... sadness overcame her, when she saw him like this. Passively, a tear ran down her pale cheek.
"Dear, don't cry." Facing her, Luke brushed her tear away and gently smiled.
"I neither know why I'd behave like that. Somehow I can't make a plan out. It gives me a feeling of... cluelessness and to be foolish." Slowly turning around, she grabbed his hand shyly and pulled him inch by inch closer to herself. Near to tears, Luke merely fallowed her small hand and instantly hugged her tightly, letting out all of his pain and sorrows. Flora shivered inside, as she felt him so nigh, so warm compared to the surroundings. For the next five minutes, they only embraced each other silently. A loud thunder made her to bury her head in his chest and forced him to a little laugh.
"You're back is already wet. Let's go inside, I don't want you to be sick again." Slightly undercooled, both walked in and met the professor badly troubled.

He sat down on the couch and held his heading in his hands and nodded distraught. 'The males are down, Claire's certainly ill and I?' Flora thought, placing herself right next to Hershel and stroke over his spine, caring.
"What's wrong? Is something with Claire?" Hershel looked up to her with watery eyes and said:
"I... I, um..." catching some air, he started again: "I've like a dagger in my heart, when I see her crying out of pain or when she's vomiting, just because she had a soup. I can't hold my feelings back anymore, that's why." Dropping his gaze to the ground Hershel whispered: "It hurts too much..." Flora didn't realized that he loved her that much, she was deeply touched. "I'm sorry." He simply said, after shedding a single tear and wiped it fast away.
"For what?" Frowning she asked, not understanding what happened.
"A Gentleman never crys...never." The Situation was getting way too emotional for him, as he suddenly stood up and walked away.

"Hershel? Can I have a cup of tea?" With half-opened eyes, Claire blinked at him sleepy, while she turned on the light in the narrow floor. He was surprised to see her so soon out of the bed and replied:
"Oh Dear, please don't overreach yourself. You're still weak, I'll bring you the cup  straight away." Claire only smiled feeble, as she leaned against his arm thankfully. Guiding her to his own room, Hershel noticed that she wore his white, long shirt, which covered her knees. Not paying attention anymore to the cloth, he pushed the door open and unbolted the window to let some fresh, cold air in. Claire crawled under the sheets and sighed in relief to lay again.
"Since when Is it raining so much?" He said, hearing many rain drops tapping on eaves gutter, besides making a beautiful theme.
"One hour I guess." Closing her eyes, she relished the sound of rain and the good smelling air. But that didn't healed her, immaterial how strong she was.
"I'm going to make you a tea. Just..." With all strength she had over, she grabbed his arm, at the last moment it was even possible, because he already turned around to leave.
"Don't, why do you always leave, when I need you?" Astonished looking back, he  went to her and caressed her smooth cheek. "I'm here." Hershel smiled fondly, so did she.
"You've high fever." dabbing the sweaty front dry, he held her head with both hands and placed it cautiously on his lap. "I know. Maybe It would help If I could go outside for a short walk... when my fever's lower of course." A charming laugh made her slightly blush, as he returned: "I agree. Rest today, and you'll be okay to go for a stroll tomorrow." Looking down to her feet, she began:
"This moment reminds me of my childhood, you're like my father. He used to take care of me same as you... but I never had such an intensive need to kiss him." Without a word he bowed himself down and gave her slowly a kiss on her cheek. "Be patient."...

"Luke? Where are you?" Flora searched him everywhere; in the kitchen, in the floor even in the bathroom, til she'd heard someone saying:
"Damn, solution please?!" He was in his room, solving several puzzles, from the book the professor bought him once. She walked in from behind and grasped him by his uptight neck. "Oh, that's good." Luke said, while he dropped the slender book on the desk and moved his head back to the side.
"Flora? Tell me all about the date, please." With a smile she whispered in his ear:
"Is that the reason why you're so uptight?"
"I think so, I mean... I wont be there to protect you, if he would harm you in a way." Keeping on massaging him, she replied:
"Ben wont harm me, trust me. I'll meet him after the school. It's highly probable      that we'll eat dinner together." Flora tried to reassure him with regrettably small success. "I do, but you know surely that he's quite handsome." Luke saw an opponent in him, no doubt. Sadly he was too blind to see how much Flora loved him. "Yes he is..." She turned around the office chair and stared in his dark eyes: "Nothing will happen, because I love you." Overwhelmed standing up he went towards her, always holding eye contact and told: "Sorry, I should trust you more." Flora laughed tired, and stole a peck from him: "Do you love me too?" Playfully  Luke answered: "Sure! Lets go to sleep, it's late." …
New Day, New Events: The Breakfast was ready to eat and all were gathered at the table. Even Claire had hunger, finally.
"Good morning, you two. How about some..." They grabbed in a hurry a bun and jumped of the seat: "We got to go. School's starting in ten minutes." Luke explained and rushed with Flora out of the door. Chuckling Claire said: "I'd wonder why they're so late."...
At School, 8 hours later:
"What should I ask him, without getting him warily?" Flora asked him, nervously. Both were standing in front of the school, waiting for Ben.
"Maybe something like: where have you been, after you went?, or: what do you think about the prom?" Giggling she punched him for fun in his chest and said:
"It would be better, if you were at my place, dressed up like a woman." Now she laughed out loud, but Luke wasn't in the mood to do so. "Oh Please! why are you so hysterical?" His Sarcasm needs to get used to, however it was understandable. "Sorry, thanks for the examples, their good." Right after she spoke out these words, Ben was in sight, already grinning at her.
"When will you be back?" He wanted to know seriously.
"In around two hours. I'll leave when I've my answers." Exactly what he wanted to hear. Quickly placing a kiss on her delicate lips, Luke turned around with a smile in his face.

One minute later Ben came to her and greeted with a bunch of flowers. Delighted Flora took the roses and smelled them. "Thank you! Good to see you again!"  She nearly squeezed him too firmly, when she hugged him.
"Uff... hello." Naturally he hugged her back, laughing deeply.
"I hope you don't mind if we would go for a walk?" Unforeseen grabbing his hand  she responded:
"Not at all, sounds good.... um, Ben? Did you dyed your hair dark brown again?" Not just that, he also styled himself up, but in another way, she knew it from him:   He had a light blue sweater and casual, dark jeans on. He looked greatly different, in a good way.
"Yeah, I told you that I can't stand blond hair. They don't seem manly enough for me..." Ben said while he walked alongside her. The path he was fallowing, led to a beautiful glade in the forest, which was his favorite spot on earth. Flora didn't asked where they were going, she just had questions flying through her mind.
"If you say so... Where have you been after you disappeared?" Hiding that she was edgy was hard, he seemed to feel it, as he gazed to her.
"I was in the bathroom, like I said. And afterward I saw that the supplies were consumed, so I simply walked to the next supermarket and ordered new food. But when I reached the party ultimately, nobody was there." If that was true, like it appears to her, Ben couldn't be the criminal. 'He's too nice to kill a innocent person and why should he? Mr. Burwell wasn't even his teacher? I'm wasting my time!', Flora felt bad.
"So, here we are. It's my favorite place, do you like it?" She was absolutely amazed by this view; twittering birds, the sunlight was shining through the trees and a little private meadow under their foots.
"It's unbelievable." A blanket laid on the ground with a guitar on it. "Did you  prepared that? For me?" Her eyes were shining joyfully, as she questioned.
"Yes, I'd love to play for you, if you want?" Smiling back at her, he ingested the guitar and sat down. "I beg you." She ensued him and listened carefully, when he started to sing: "When I look into your eyes, I see something that's so clear, I've found someone so dear. There are thousand words that could say, to describe my treasure I've gained, It's you... my friend.." The last line was only spoken, her tears made him almost speechless. Flora stared at him, causing her to shed even more tear drops. Looking back he leaned in closer to her and used the chance to kiss her plump, bottom lip. He continued but she resisted him, by pushing Ben away. All what she could think was:

'He's a great kisser... stop! What am I doing? I have to keep my focus on the questions... for Luke.'

To be Continued...

Description
                                          Questions over Questions...

The Day went by pretty fast, after Ben's visit and the rapid change of Claire's well being to extremely illness. Everyone in the house was worried about something, just Luke wasn't.
Flora stood right next to him, as he forged out a plan to unmask the deceitful murderer, which was hard , without any connections, to the case.
"Luke, aren't you freezing? It's too cold to stay outside without a jacket and you're staring like an... maniac." She couldn't hide her fear no longer, looking at him apprehensive and accepting an answer.
"I'd feel good. Really, I'm try to figure out a way, to find out, who did that to my teacher." There weren't movements in his emotionless face, his eyes didn't leaved the spot, he was looking at, either. It was raining and rather depressive, standing on the balcony. Flora gazed up to him... sadness overcame her, when she saw him like this. Passively, a tear ran down her pale cheek.
"Dear, don't cry." Facing her, Luke brushed her tear away and gently smiled.
"I neither know why I'd behave like that. Somehow I can't make a plan out. It gives me a feeling of... cluelessness and to be foolish." Slowly turning around, she grabbed his hand shyly and pulled him inch by inch closer to herself. Near to tears, Luke merely fallowed her small hand and instantly hugged her tightly, letting out all of his pain and sorrows. Flora shivered inside, as she felt him so nigh, so warm compared to the surroundings. For the next five minutes, they only embraced each other silently. A loud thunder made her to bury her head in his chest and forced him to a little laugh.
"You're back is already wet. Let's go inside, I don't want you to be sick again." Slightly undercooled, both walked in and met the professor badly troubled.

He sat down on the couch and held his heading in his hands and nodded distraught. 'The males are down, Claire's certainly ill and I?' Flora thought, placing herself right next to Hershel and stroke over his spine, caring.
"What's wrong? Is something with Claire?" Hershel looked up to her with watery eyes and said:
"I... I, um..." catching some air, he started again: "I've like a dagger in my heart, when I see her crying out of pain or when she's vomiting, just because she had a soup. I can't hold my feelings back anymore, that's why." Dropping his gaze to the ground Hershel whispered: "It hurts too much..." Flora didn't realized that he loved her that much, she was deeply touched. "I'm sorry." He simply said, after shedding a single tear and wiped it fast away.
"For what?" Frowning she asked, not understanding what happened.
"A Gentleman never crys...never." The Situation was getting way too emotional for him, as he suddenly stood up and walked away.

"Hershel? Can I have a cup of tea?" With half-opened eyes, Claire blinked at him sleepy, while she turned on the light in the narrow floor. He was surprised to see her so soon out of the bed and replied:
"Oh Dear, please don't overreach yourself. You're still weak, I'll bring you the cup  straight away." Claire only smiled feeble, as she leaned against his arm thankfully. Guiding her to his own room, Hershel noticed that she wore his white, long shirt, which covered her knees. Not paying attention anymore to the cloth, he pushed the door open and unbolted the window to let some fresh, cold air in. Claire crawled under the sheets and sighed in relief to lay again.
"Since when Is it raining so much?" He said, hearing many rain drops tapping on eaves gutter, besides making a beautiful theme.
"One hour I guess." Closing her eyes, she relished the sound of rain and the good smelling air. But that didn't healed her, immaterial how strong she was.
"I'm going to make you a tea. Just..." With all strength she had over, she grabbed his arm, at the last moment it was even possible, because he already turned around to leave.
"Don't, why do you always leave, when I need you?" Astonished looking back, he  went to her and caressed her smooth cheek. "I'm here." Hershel smiled fondly, so did she.
"You've high fever." dabbing the sweaty front dry, he held her head with both hands and placed it cautiously on his lap. "I know. Maybe It would help If I could go outside for a short walk... when my fever's lower of course." A charming laugh made her slightly blush, as he returned: "I agree. Rest today, and you'll be okay to go for a stroll tomorrow." Looking down to her feet, she began:
"This moment reminds me of my childhood, you're like my father. He used to take care of me same as you... but I never had such an intensive need to kiss him." Without a word he bowed himself down and gave her slowly a kiss on her cheek. "Be patient."...

"Luke? Where are you?" Flora searched him everywhere; in the kitchen, in the floor even in the bathroom, til she'd heard someone saying:
"Damn, solution please?!" He was in his room, solving several puzzles, from the book the professor bought him once. She walked in from behind and grasped him by his uptight neck. "Oh, that's good." Luke said, while he dropped the slender book on the desk and moved his head back to the side.
"Flora? Tell me all about the date, please." With a smile she whispered in his ear:
"Is that the reason why you're so uptight?"
"I think so, I mean... I wont be there to protect you, if he would harm you in a way." Keeping on massaging him, she replied:
"Ben wont harm me, trust me. I'll meet him after the school. It's highly probable      that we'll eat dinner together." Flora tried to reassure him with regrettably small success. "I do, but you know surely that he's quite handsome." Luke saw an opponent in him, no doubt. Sadly he was too blind to see how much Flora loved him. "Yes he is..." She turned around the office chair and stared in his dark eyes: "Nothing will happen, because I love you." Overwhelmed standing up he went towards her, always holding eye contact and told: "Sorry, I should trust you more." Flora laughed tired, and stole a peck from him: "Do you love me too?" Playfully  Luke answered: "Sure! Lets go to sleep, it's late." …
New Day, New Events: The Breakfast was ready to eat and all were gathered at the table. Even Claire had hunger, finally.
"Good morning, you two. How about some..." They grabbed in a hurry a bun and jumped of the seat: "We got to go. School's starting in ten minutes." Luke explained and rushed with Flora out of the door. Chuckling Claire said: "I'd wonder why they're so late."...
At School, 8 hours later:
"What should I ask him, without getting him warily?" Flora asked him, nervously. Both were standing in front of the school, waiting for Ben.
"Maybe something like: where have you been, after you went?, or: what do you think about the prom?" Giggling she punched him for fun in his chest and said:
"It would be better, if you were at my place, dressed up like a woman." Now she laughed out loud, but Luke wasn't in the mood to do so. "Oh Please! why are you so hysterical?" His Sarcasm needs to get used to, however it was understandable. "Sorry, thanks for the examples, their good." Right after she spoke out these words, Ben was in sight, already grinning at her.
"When will you be back?" He wanted to know seriously.
"In around two hours. I'll leave when I've my answers." Exactly what he wanted to hear. Quickly placing a kiss on her delicate lips, Luke turned around with a smile in his face.

One minute later Ben came to her and greeted with a bunch of flowers. Delighted Flora took the roses and smelled them. "Thank you! Good to see you again!"  She nearly squeezed him too firmly, when she hugged him.
"Uff... hello." Naturally he hugged her back, laughing deeply.
"I hope you don't mind if we would go for a walk?" Unforeseen grabbing his hand  she responded:
"Not at all, sounds good.... um, Ben? Did you dyed your hair dark brown again?" Not just that, he also styled himself up, but in another way, she knew it from him:   He had a light blue sweater and casual, dark jeans on. He looked greatly different, in a good way.
"Yeah, I told you that I can't stand blond hair. They don't seem manly enough for me..." Ben said while he walked alongside her. The path he was fallowing, led to a beautiful glade in the forest, which was his favorite spot on earth. Flora didn't asked where they were going, she just had questions flying through her mind.
"If you say so... Where have you been after you disappeared?" Hiding that she was edgy was hard, he seemed to feel it, as he gazed to her.
"I was in the bathroom, like I said. And afterward I saw that the supplies were consumed, so I simply walked to the next supermarket and ordered new food. But when I reached the party ultimately, nobody was there." If that was true, like it appears to her, Ben couldn't be the criminal. 'He's too nice to kill a innocent person and why should he? Mr. Burwell wasn't even his teacher? I'm wasting my time!', Flora felt bad.
"So, here we are. It's my favorite place, do you like it?" She was absolutely amazed by this view; twittering birds, the sunlight was shining through the trees and a little private meadow under their foots.
"It's unbelievable." A blanket laid on the ground with a guitar on it. "Did you  prepared that? For me?" Her eyes were shining joyfully, as she questioned.
"Yes, I'd love to play for you, if you want?" Smiling back at her, he ingested the guitar and sat down. "I beg you." She ensued him and listened carefully, when he started to sing: "When I look into your eyes, I see something that's so clear, I've found someone so dear. There are thousand words that could say, to describe my treasure I've gained, It's you... my friend.." The last line was only spoken, her tears made him almost speechless. Flora stared at him, causing her to shed even more tear drops. Looking back he leaned in closer to her and used the chance to kiss her plump, bottom lip. He continued but she resisted him, by pushing Ben away. All what she could think was:

'He's a great kisser... stop! What am I doing? I have to keep my focus on the questions... for Luke.'

To be Continued...