A single raindrop
slipped down her pert nose and fell splashing to the ground.
“Jesus... you would think it would stop for just a moment wouldn’t
you? But no. Not for me.” She murmured to herself. Shaking her
soaked hair sharply to the right it slapped at her shoulder as a few
strands came around the other side of her head and were pasted
harshly to her distinguished face.
The next is a story I truly adore. I love all my writing but this story at the time meant a lot to me. It was a way for me to let out my emotions and exactly what I wanted but couldn't tell anyone. This is one straight from my heart. I actually really hope to finish this one even if it isn't very long. For a very long time I kept coming back to this one and thinking "man I really love this one and need to finish it." But as most things go I just didn't feel the love any more and I simply couldn't do my own story justice. Regardless I hope you enjoy this one as well!
“Thank you” her
graciousness was a mere whisper. He turned onto his side. “No need
to thank me, I wanted to… I love you.” He replied with passion
steering his voice. His eyes roamed her face for any clues as to what
she was thinking. Her eyes remained closed for a few seconds but
quickly fluttered open as though she had just registered his words.
She cocked her head to the right and looked up into his face blankly.
“Is your love for me
more than what you intended it to be?” She questioned. He pondered
a moment. His brows knitted as he thought earnestly.
“Yes, I’ve loved
you from the beginning but as time passed by my love for you grew
to…” he paused for a moment. Just by looking at her he had lost
his train of thought and had fallen into a sweet abyss. “Something…
more.” A vague whisper escaped his lips.
She smiled as though
at that moment everything in life seemed complete. “I love you too,
so much… I always have.” She whispered, adoration lining her
frail voice.
He leaned down and
kissed her lovingly, delicately spreading her swollen lips with his
skillful tongue. He rested a boney hand on her stomach caressing
lightly as he slowly worked his way up to her small and sensitive
breasts. A moan escaped her lips but was muffled by his own.
I’ve always
wanted her, needed her even… now not only do I need her as my best
friend but I need her to fulfill my desires. She’s so beautiful and
she has so much love to give. How could I have been so blind? He
thought. Pain registered in his eyes.
She looked at him
intently catching a glimpse. She placed each hand on the sides of his
face and stared into his deep blue eyes. They reminded her of
luscious pools of vivid blue water, crystal and pure. Time seemed to
stop entirely as their eyes locked.
Wind
danced across the field. The leaves of the trees tossed and turned,
dancing intricately. The tall grass waved as though in greeting,
swaying from side to side rhythmically. The scent of blooming flowers
sprinkled the air. The white fluffy clouds gave way to the radiant
sun, its rays warming their skin.
She spread her palms
as she walked. The tall swaying grass tickling her fingertips as she
weaved through in a zig-zag pattern. Her direction mattered not for
she could spend eternity in this heavenly place. She felt tranquil
and yet maddened. Not knowing what kinds of mysterious things she
would stumble upon. With each step she slipped deeper and deeper into
euphoria.
He saw her through the
trees. The light cascaded along her golden brown hair creating
natural highlights. She looked so peaceful, so child like. He eased
away from the tree he was leaning against idly. Bark snagged the hem
of his shirt but gave way with ease and crumbled to the ground. He
waded through the grass taking sparing steps so she would not hear
him approaching. Hidden thorns from a rose bush nipped at his heel
but he paid no heed. He stopped abruptly and turned to his left.
Crouching, he plucked a single white rose.
Fresh morning dew
dotted the roses petals sliding down to the center and splashing into
the pooled collection of water. His arm captured her around the waist
startling her. He tightened his grip and whispered softly into her
ear. “It’s only me my love.” Tension depleted from her
shoulders as she melted into his embrace. He nipped her earlobe
playfully. “I brought you a present” he stated between nips.
He
presented her with the single white rose. She snatched it from his
hand and spun around quickly. A delicate hand lay on his chest as she
pushed him away. He was startled for a moment but soon recognized the
playful look in her eyes. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards
him. Tumbling towards him her hair frolicked in the wind. The rose
pressed in between them. She looked up at him shyly. He eyed her full
pouty lips and couldn’t resist. He leaned down for a kiss. Their
lips met. Sparks of heated electricity passed through them. Her
tongue slid across his lips parting them with ease. Shock registered
within him for a brief moment before he was ceased with liquid molten
desire.
How is it possible that she can do this to me? He wondered for
a fleeting second. His hand danced along her spine pressing them
closer together. Heat gathered in his groin. Her eyes fluttered and
her finger tips pressed into his flesh. My god if I don’t stop I
might take her right now.
He slid a hand between
them as if to escape the tantalizing heat that was taking hold of him
like a snake suffocates its prey. She mumbled something beneath his
lips. The sweet soothing sound of her husky voice gripped his senses
and quaked deep within him entangling his heart with his desire. She
steered her lips to the right placing them on his cheek. Pulling back
she bit her lip and looked up at him with sorrowful eyes. They spoke
an unspoken message, whispering a plea. Please don’t hurt me, I
love you. It seemed they were saying. Her eyes glistened and made
them look as though they were fields of lush grass sprinkled with the
rays of delicate sunlight casting mundane shadows waiting to be
explored. He nodded knowingly and took her by the hand leading her
towards the ruins that lay ahead.
They visited this
place often, though only recently did they visit it together. In fact
this is where they met on a cold dreary morning filled with overcast
and dew. Her mind wandered back to the vivid memory.
She
stumbled upon him while he was idly resting against the East wall
watching the sunrise. Tears lined her elegant cheeks, dripping down
her chiseled jaw line. She seemed subdued at the time. His eyes
flashed to the ground, embarrassed. Her cheeks turned bright pink as
she started to run. He gripped her arm out of instinct. The feel of
her cold skin shook him. Without thinking he asked “is everything
alright Miss?” She stood still, arms at her side, her eyes
downcast. “I…” she began. “It’s just, well…”
“I'm sorry, It’s
not my place to ask”
“No” she smiled
fleetingly. “You see, my Father. He's said I'm to be married and…
well, I suppose you’ll find this to be amusing but, I’d like to
pursue art. My dream I mean, is to be an artist.” She looked to the
left into the trees dreamily.
“A dream is
something we all have. You should not be ashamed. Your Father is
cruel if he cannot see what his Daughter wishes.” He said
vehemently. She raised her eyes and peered deep into his.
“Thank you. Someday
you will make your Daughter very happy.” She noted distantly.
“Ah yes…” he
rubbed the back of his neck as a faint blush defined his cheeks. She
giggled happily and wiped a tear that had gathered at the corner of
her eye.
“You're very sweet
you know.”
“Well… it is how a
gentleman should act is it not?” He queried.
“But of course.”
She replied. As though her manners had just come back she curtsied.
“How silly of me, in all the hustle my manners escaped me. I’m
Aurora Foellet.”
He bowed tilting his
hat forward. He stopped and stared at the hem of her dress. It rested
just above her ankle. Heat washed over him making him break out in a
cold sweat. He shook himself awake mentally and said “Very nice to
meet you Miss Foellet, I'm Lain Ryder. Are you from around these
parts? Your name doesn’t ring a bell I'm afraid.”
She
nodded shyly. “I am, my family moved here not too long ago however.
I'm afraid I haven’t done much socializing.” She remarked
dismayed.
“Ah
well…” he grasped her hand in a light embrace and kissed it
softly. “I'm sure our paths will cross once again but for now I bid
you adieu.” He walked down the ruin steps lazily. She blushed and
waved.
Lovely
maiden she is, I wonder how many suitors she has. Plenty I'm sure of
it. Though her Father seems harsh in his insistence of her marriage.
I suppose he has his reasons. Money perhaps? He pondered meekly.
“No matter” he absently stated to the path beneath his feet.
He kicked a pebble as he continued to day dream about the beauty
he had just stumbled upon.
Sighing
she gazed at Lain’s broad shoulders and chiseled back as he walked
down the beaten path opposite the direction she had come. Her knees
felt weak but she couldn’t tell whether it was from meeting such a
kind stranger or from her exhausting journey. Aurora collapsed to her
knees once he was out of sight. Tears poured out of her eyes and
plummeted to the cold stone beneath her.
Lain
felt uneasy leaving her just yet so he had walked until out of sight
and climbed a rather large tree. Nesting between two branches he
squinted and searched. Finally he found her. Her back was facing him
and she appeared to be shaking. Concern knitted his brow. “Why am I
so concerned over a woman I just met and know nothing about?” he
questioned. The trees swayed and the leaves ruffled in response to
his question. His right foot slipped on the bark beneath it sending
sprinkles of dust hurtling to the ground. Sunlight shone through the
leaves guiding its way. Gripping the branch above him he placed his
foot sternly on the branch that had misguided him. He grumbled,
mumbling beneath his breath.
She
rose finally and dusted off her skirts. Wiping her cheek with the
back of her hand she laughed mockingly at herself. “I mustn’t be
weak at a time like this.” She spoke aloud. She picked up her
skirts and gracefully glided to the far side of the structure. She
hopped down as if she were a small child at play and weaved through
the field. After a few moments she came to a small pond sheltered by
willow trees. They waved in the wind as though they were greeting her
enthusiastically. She knelt down and touched her finger to the
surface of the water. Ripples shimmered and traveled across the pond.
A single drop rested on the tip of her finger. She let if fall and
rejoin its fellow men. She giggled softly.
“You
know this place is just as beautiful as you are.” Lain’s voice
was a mere whisper.
She
jumped, startled. “I- I thought you had left…” Aurora noted out
loud but meant to speak in her mind.
“I'm
sorry to startle you, I saw you come this way and well, I suppose
curiosity got the better of me. You see I’ve only ever been here by
myself and so I was curious as to if you would discover all the
secret places hidden around here. It seems you’ve found my favorite
spot.” He noted shyly.
A
blush formed on her cheeks again. “Its so beautiful here, I love
everything about it.” She said, excitement lining her voice.
He
chuckled. “I'm glad you like it.”
She
spun around and looked up at him. Lain thought she looked like a
small child excited to see something new and secret. “This…”
she started to speak. “I mean… this isn’t your property is it?
I’m so sorry if it is for intruding!” She confessed earnestly.
“Ah
no, no its not mine, however I'm sure it belongs to someone.”
“Oh…”
She replied. He thought he saw some disappointment in her expression
but just as quickly as he had seen this she smiled up at him again.
“Well
who ever it is sure must be proud.”
He
thought for a moment. “I'm not so sure. If it were my property I
wouldn’t leave it unattended for an unescorted women and men such
as myself to wander.” He remarked.
She
nodded slowly as though deep in thought. “I suppose you’re right
Mr. Ryder.”
“Please,
call me Lain, Mr. Ryder is so formal.”
She
smiled. “Lain.”
As
she spoke his name a tingling sensation danced along his spine. Lain.
I've never felt that way when someone’s called me by my first name
before. How curious. He thought absently.
Shaking
her head she said “Gosh I'm so sorry! You may call me Aurora.”
Her hair lingered seductively between her breasts for a moment,
startled by the shake of her head but soon fell along her shoulders
and down her back.
He
leaned down on one knee and brushed a loose strand away from her eyes
with a callused hand. The closeness startled her but she did not move
away. She was glued in place by the warmness of his hand and the
deepness of his crystal eyes.
“Aurora.”
Lain called out to her. She had stopped at the very pond in which
they first met. Her eyes transfixed on the water and deep in thought.
He smiled “You were thinking of the time we first met weren’t
you?” He said mockingly yet with adoration.
“I
was not!” She blushed profusely.