|
Post by Callahan on Jul 17, 2009 20:57:27 GMT -5
He stood firm as she rested her hand on his chest, feeling her touch and grateful for it. She was still denying it, but the look in her eyes, the touch as she moved her fingers against his shirt, they made him feel like maybe she was starting to believe it. She must have felt herself truly lost to be so unable to accept the truth in front of her. He loved her, probably more than she loved him, and it was a strain for him as she fought with herself over this. She talked more of how he had the perfect life waiting for him, how he should not be looking for her when he had all he wanted back at his home. He shook his head at her as she spoke. More sorrowful words, more heartache. She pressed her head against his chest and placed her arm around him, and he felt like he wanted to pull her close and never let go.
"That is true. You gave me everything I ever wanted. The perfect life. And then you took it all away." He placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face to meet his. "And you took it all away when you left. It wasn't the clean house, the manservant, cook, children and meals that made my life perfect. It was you. And like an idiot it's taken me so long to realise that." He brought his arm around her waist too now, pulling her a little closer to him and moving his face closer to hers, her breath brushing across his lips only inches away. The finger beneath her chin stroked round, pausing against her head and wiping away a tear from her eyes. Her big, beautiful eyes.
|
|
|
Post by Narisha on Jul 17, 2009 22:02:19 GMT -5
It was too good to be real and yet, as her eyes drifted closed and his finger wiped a tear from her eyes, she knew. She had lied to him... had needed to lie to him. She had wanted so badly to be his and hidden it behind the lies of simply owing him her life. She had only almost forever just wanted to give it to him.
And he said... her heart felt lighter at his words. For a moment the fire in her spirit roared to life and she gave him a small, cheeky smile.
"If you really are you then I'm standing here, pressed against you, wearing absolutely nothing..."
Her eyes dropped away from his and she pulled her head away from his hands. The desire to close the distance and press her lips to his was nearly overwhelming and she didn't deserve it. The fact that they were standing in the Lion's Pride Inn and she was standing naked against him was all the proof in the world she needed that she didn't deserve him.
"I don't deserve you. Even if I had before, I don't now."
Her arms loosened around him, a hand floating up to brush his cheek as she raised her eyes again.
"It would bring you nothing but problems if I came back. I am..." A sigh floated from her lips and her hand fell to his chest, her eyes dropping once again. "I-I am a whore..."
Her hand pushed against him as she tried to move away.
"I am a whore and I don't deserve you. I am not worth this much trouble..."
Pleading, she raised her eyes back to his as she pushed against him.
"Please Val... let me go..."
|
|
|
Post by Callahan on Jul 17, 2009 22:31:11 GMT -5
He smiled at her words. Yes, true, she was naked in front of him, but then that wasn't something that he was focused on right now. There was so much more happening now that her bare flesh was the least of his focuses. Her arm around him, his arm around her, their lips just a fraction of a second apart. But then they were further apart. She withdrew from him, moving her head from his hand and averting her gaze. His heart sank a little. She was changing her mind, and he did not want to lose her again. Her hand fell away, before raising to brush his cheek. Her eyes met his again, sad again and he breathed a heavy sigh as she talked more. She used the work she didn't deserve to use on herself. She was no whore. She had a night of vulnerability and was used on it, and he wouldn't let it happen again.
She pressed against him with her hand, and he moved slightly, but did not let go. Not until he'd said all he wanted to say. Or at least, some of it. "You met a foolish man when you were young who was drunk and abusive, and he was the man who you have had a fondness for all these years. You arrive back into his life and you change things for him, making his life not only bearable, but worthwhile and good. Even at the expense of yourself. Now let him repay you the favour." He moved his head back in closer to her, touching foreheads lightly with her and looking her wearily in the eyes. "There are whores who are here by need, and there are whores who are here by choice, and there are women here who have people that love then, who have made a mistake. I will let you go, Narianne, but not before you know this. You say you don't deserve me, that you cause trouble, but to me you're worth every bit of trouble in the world, and it is I who is undeserving of you." He sunk his head a little lower, pressing his lips into her cheek gently, before relaxing himself away from her, wanting to pull her close, or wanting her to pull him close, but knowing it was up to her now.
|
|
|
Post by Narisha on Jul 17, 2009 23:32:24 GMT -5
She closed her eyes and tried not to cry as he pressed his forehead against hers. How badly she wanted to believe him. The hand resting against him tangled in his shirt. A sob caught in her throat and she closed her eyes as he spoke, praying she could keep from crying.
A tiny gasp jumped from her lips as he pressed his to her cheek. When he moved away from her, without even thinking about it she followed him. Her free hand slid up his chest and wrapped around his shoulder as she leaned against him. She trembled, trying to regain control of emotions that were spinning wildly.
But she knew one thing through all of it. She didn't deserve him, but she belonged to him. Raising tear-filled eyes to his, she softly whispered,
"Take me home please?"
|
|
|
Post by Callahan on Jul 18, 2009 0:17:38 GMT -5
At the sound of her voice, her words, he broke into a grin, exhausted physically and emotionally bringing her close to him in a tight embrace, his hands clasping onto her skin as he pulled her into him, his head wrapping over her shoulder not wanting to let go. She had agreed to him at last, and would return home with him. Home, where she belonged. He pulled back to look her in her eyes again, feeling his own stinging now, from joy or tiredness or something else entirely, but glad to see hers and knowing she would be returning, placing a hand on the back of her head and pulling her in for a kiss. Their lips met softly against one another, a glad, euphoric feeling sweeping across his body as he pressed into her, sucking on her lips gently and loosening his grip on her slightly to allow her movement. He did not have any idea how long that kiss lasted, not really caring as long as they were this close, not wanting anything more in his life and not gladder of anything either. She meant more to him than any sword, helmet, shield, soldier or whore in his life. He never wanted to break away from that kiss, and yet looking back on it a few seconds later he realised it was he that broke contact, and he cursed himself for it. She wanted to go home. She was probably cold, hungry, tired, sore and hated this place as much as he did. He nodded at her, letting her slip from his grasp, and smiled at her, half apoligising, half glad that he'd done it. His body still tingled and he felt more awake than he had done in months. "I agree, let's go home."Thread Continues here: New Sunrises
|
|