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Your Eyes Alone
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 16, 2012, 6:37 pm
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I collected my suitcase at the terminal with a gigantic smile
upon my face. After climbing with difficulty off that jumbo
aircraft, I was thankful to be on still ground once again.
Perhaps my legs could use a little practice after sitting still
so many hours, but they would come around eventually. In my head
I was somewhat confused, but my smile made people believe I was
insanely happy and content concerning where I was and what I was
doing. Truth is, I have never travelled before in my life, so
the experience was incredibly daunting. I gutted it out anyway,
as I always tried to do.
“Excuse me” I asked, approaching the front desk.
“May I help you miss?” the gentleman said, popping his head up
from filing papers.
“Yes” I said kindly, “I am wondering where I might be able to
call a cab from. Do you know of anywhere near here?”
“Of course miss, you may use one of the telephones we have just
around this corner here” he said, pointing around the desk at
which he sat behind. “Although, it looks to me as though you’re
more than nervous enough as it is, would you care to let me make
that call for you?”
I was astonished at his attentiveness, but could never refuse
such a kind gesture. Smiling warmly at the old gentleman, I gave
him my details and waited patiently as he made that all
important call for me. He appeared such a jolly old man; the
type you wish for in a grandfather. As he chatted away eagerly,
informing me of where the cab would be waiting and how long it
would take, my nerves doubled and tripled all in the space of
ten minutes.
“Thank you so much for your help, it’s very much appreciated” I
said, offering my hand to him.
He took my hand in his and, being the old fashioned type I had
sensed, raised it to his lips and planted a gentle kiss upon my
knuckles. I blushed faintly and thanked him once more before
making my way out of the terminal, lugging my suitcase along
behind me as though it weighed an absolute ton. I knew somehow
that it must, for my stay here would not be such a short one.
No, my stay here would last as long as I wanted it to; as long
as it was allowed and as long as it would take for me to gain
recognition that I could live here on a permanent basis. I
smiled to myself as I walked out of the building and into the
brightness of the sun, beaming down from a cloudless sky.
“Miss, did you call for a cab?” a voice spoke from up ahead of
me.
“Yes, I did” I answered, pulling my suitcase toward the bright
yellow vehicle.
“Allow me” he said, laying his hand over mine and picking it up
in his arms so he could place it into the boot. “Where are you
heading?”
He slid into the drivers seat and waited for me to answer as I
took a seat at the front with him. I was a little on edge now
that he seemed highly interested in me. The way his eyes
scattered in all kinds of directions over my body left me
feeling vulnerable under his watch. I gritted my teeth and
scolded myself for not wearing clothing that completely covered
every inch of my skin. I’d simply found it would be far too hot
once I had arrived, so I had come prepared by wearing orange
shorts that barely left anything to the imagination, not to
mention they were made of a thin lace fabric. I had also thrown
on a milky white cami and an orange lace shrug to go over it. My
suitcase, which I had spent hours searching for a few weeks ago,
was also a very vibrant shade of orange.
“Miss?” he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Oh, sorry. Do you know of Cherry Trees Avenue?” I asked, hoping
he knew where to go.
“Certainly, in fact, it’s not that far from here at all” he
said, turning his attention toward the road.
At least I was thankful for one thing. Though, maybe it was two,
given the fact that he was now distracted by the road and I
would soon be out of his company. Still, I felt rather uneasy
with the short glances he kept giving me every once in a while.
“Here we are, Cherry Trees Ave” he said, “Do you know which
house or..”
“Just here will be fine thank you” I said, wanting to be away
from him desperately when his eyes flickered up my thighs.
“Are you sure? I could drop you right outside” he asked,
hopeful, not giving up.
“I’m sure” I replied, trying my best to smile appreciatively.
As my hand reached out to open the car door, his own hand rested
on my leg. I froze in my spot as though an ice storm was passing
through the car windows and making time halt. I sat there
glaring daggers at the window, aware that his hand was rising
slowly up my leg, brushing over my thigh, and that’s when I hit
the roof.
“Remove your hand from me right now” I said, biting down on my
tongue so as not to scream.
“I don’t think so little lady” he said, grabbing the waistband
of my shorts and trying to pull them down swiftly.
I backhanded him hard across his left cheek, watching as his
head fell back due to the impact. I would never have thought my
strength and anger colliding as such could make me so violent.
Trying not to smile, I pushed open the car door and rushed
around his side to grab the keys out of the ignition. When my
fingers closed around the metal, his hand gripped my wrist
tightly and he squeezed, causing me vast amounts of pain. I
screeched in response and managed somehow to pull my arm away
from his hand, taking the keys with me.
Whilst I struggled to open the boot to collect my suitcase, he
had gotten out of the car and stood right behind me. With a
forceful spin, he had me facing him, but just as I thought he
would do something to violate my innocence, his fist came up and
collided violently with the side of my face. I felt a searing
pain like no other just above my right eye. As I felt a little
blood trickle down the side of my face, I knew he had done more
than enough damage.
I covered the open cut above my eye with one hand and tried to
clock him as he had done me, but received a knee to my stomach,
sending me flying back onto the boot of the car. With one hand
shielding my head and an arm wrapped protectively around my
stomach, I forced my feet forward and kicked him as hard as I
could between his legs. The look on his face was enough to
satisfy me as he fell to his knees, then buckled, falling onto
his back and proceeding to roll around like a pig in mud, his
hands covering the sensitive and possibly swollen area I had
assaulted. I felt a wave of girl power rush through me, as well
as the numb ache in my head and my stomach. I grabbed a fistful
of his hair in my hand and raised his head up to look him in the
eyes.
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice about taking advantage huh?”
I spat, dropping his head.
Thankfully, he didn’t have anything to throw back at me. I
pulled my suitcase from the boot and dragged it down the street,
looking closely at every house number as I went along. When I
approached a beautiful baby blue coloured house, I smiled a
little. This was his home, I couldn’t believe I had made it here
in one piece without a spot of trouble. Well, that last part is
somewhat a bit of a lie, but I had made it nonetheless.
“May I help you” a woman’s voice said from the driveway.
“Um, yes. I’m Bailey” I said quietly, approaching the old woman
as she stepped out of the car.
“Oh my goodness! We were not expecting you so soon, how are you?
Did you get here alright? Did you have any problems on the way?”
she asked, rushing over to me and embracing me as though she had
known me for years.
It took me a second to think clearly, but as I was about to lie
and tell her all was fine, she noticed the gash above my eye and
frowned.
“Mark my words, there are people around these parts that can and
will harm you if they see you as someone petite and caring, much
like yourself. Who was it love? Did you get a good look at him?”
she said, stepping closer and lifting my chin up to the
sunlight.
I winced, the light hurt my eyes momentarily, but I figured it
was nothing but the dull pain above my eye that was causing it.
“Never you mind. We’ll get that cleaned up and you can tell me
all about it when you’re feeling up to it, if that’s alright”
she said, smiling warmly.
I smiled back, nodding my head in agreement. Then, as I turned
to grab my suitcase and wheel it up the drive, the front door
opened and I nearly jolted behind his grandma, praying to god he
wouldn’t see my shadow. I put on a brave front and merely
glanced down at the ground as he finished what he had been
yelling when he stepped out.
“Grandma, what is taking so long, I’m..” he said, pausing when
he noticed me beside her.
I dared to look at him. His voice had brought on a gathering of
butterflies inside my stomach and it was no longer feeling any
form of pain through that nasty kick I’d received earlier. My
face showed signs of burning red cheeks when he continued to
stare at me openly. The silence made me nauseous, but his
grandma spoke up to break the ice a little, something I would
soon have to thank her for. I didn’t do too well with awkward
silences.
“Tristan, your lovely lady here got into a spot of trouble with
some nutcase around town, so we’re going to clean that up and
then I’ll get started on dinner” she said.
He simply blinked in response, his eyes boring into mine when I
chanced looking at him again. I giggled at his behaviour.
Perhaps my early visit was indeed a big shock to them both, for
he couldn’t seem to form any words.
“No, that’s alright grandma. I’ll do it” he finally said, taking
small and slow steps toward us.
His grandma smiled, lay one hand on my shoulder and told me we
would be having a Mexican feast tonight. It sounded wonderful
and I thanked her before she lifted two bags from the back of
the car and carried them inside. In all my life, I wouldn’t have
thought my nerves could play up so badly, for the moment his
grandma was out of sight, I felt miniature in his presence. As
absurd as it may sound to some people, he was like a god to me.
I cherished him so much; every single thought I had about him
was of great happiness and contentedness that he was mine.
“Baby, what happened?” he said, finding his voice again as he
lay his palm across my cheek.
Instinctively, my eyelids fluttered closed and I subconsciously
leaned further into his hand, relishing in the feel of his skin
against mine.
“Don’t worry about it. I managed to clock him just as good” I
said, opening my eyes to look at him, hoping he wouldn’t be too
angry with what had happened.
I knew deep down that I should not have come without a warning,
for he had promised to meet me at the airport, knowing full well
what could happen otherwise. I’d not believed him, so with my
hard-headed attitude, I came alone and certainly ended up paying
for it.
“Come on, it’s dripping all over your shirt” he said.
He wrapped his hand around mine and took my suitcase from me,
lifting it with ease into his arm and walked me inside. I looked
down on our hands and smiled at how perfectly they fit together.
As he walked slightly ahead of me, our hands still connected, I
could smell his scent in the air as it brushed through his hair
and into my face. I smiled again, absolutely delighted that I
was here at last and that I loved him as much as I did. Words
could never hope to communicate just how much.
“Hop up here so I can clean it for you” he said, indicating that
I should sit on the sink.
It was a little higher than I could jump and as I struggled, I
heard him laugh lightly at my failure. As I turned on my heel to
confront him, he lay his hands on my waist and lifted me up on
to the sink as though I weighed nothing to him. Another blush
donned my cheeks, only this time I felt the heat emanating off
them. He smiled and busied himself with the doctors kit he had
thrown together that seemed to be for emergencies. I marvelled
at how very careful he was as he dabbed at the wound so as not
to hurt me too much. His face was so close to mine now, his eyes
concentrating only on the injury I had sustained not too long
ago. As he exhaled, I inhaled, determined to capture his full
attention. It didn’t work, so I kept on trying. Still, nothing
distracted him, until I smiled.
His eyes darted downwards to meet mine and the love that shone
through them melted me. I had never felt so in love before, and
his eyes, they were causing so much mayhem inside of me. His
eyes alone could do that to me. I exhaled deeply, not having
realised I’d been holding my breath. Then, as if alarm bells
went off inside his head, he leaned in closer.
I knew what was coming, but I didn’t want to make a fool of
myself. I tried to turn my head away, but he must have known I
would attempt such a thing, for he lay two fingers under my
chin, gripped it gently and kept me still. We were but a breath
apart now, and the tingling sensations brought on by his skin on
mine sent waves of delight throughout my body.
“Dinner is ready you two” we heard his grandma call.
I cursed inwardly, whilst he, having no shame, cursed aloud in a
very colourful language I’d never heard him use before. I
blinked a few times, baffled by the outburst. He looked at me as
he released my chin and seemed confused. That sent me over the
edge. Laughing heartily, I jumped down off the sink and regained
my balance as I almost toppled over. These thigh high boots had
not been such a good idea, especially for the long flight I’d
had to endure hours ago. He caught me in his arms as I nearly
went over, staring down at me with an unreadable expression. As
frightened as I was, I just couldn’t wait any longer.
“Kiss me” I whispered, afraid but knowing he would make it easy
for me.
“I was wondering when you might ask that” he said, smiling
warmly as he brought his face closer to mine.
“Now” said a voice, barging through the unlocked bathroom door,
just as our lips were an inch apart. “Oh, sorry” he said.
I figured it was his cousin from the look he gave him. Tristan
didn’t look all too pleased, whereas his cousin had walked away
laughing like an idiot at what he had just interrupted. I
couldn’t hold it in any longer, I just had to join in. I was
giggling for all of two seconds when his grip on me tightened;
his arms wrapping themselves around my waist as he backed me up
against the sink. I gasped as my lower back hit the edge of it
and he took his chance, not wanting anyone else to ruin the
moment. In such a short amount of time, he had connected his
mouth with mine with such force, I figured any moment now I
would fall into the sink and go gliding down the drain. It was
like fire on water.
“I love you” he whispered into my ear, pulling away and burying
his face in my neck.
I replied wholeheartedly. The prickly sensation of his stache
brought on a load of giggles as he continued to nuzzle me. I
heard him start giggling too after a while and he purposely
added to the torment by nuzzling more. I tried in vain to escape
his grip, but he wouldn’t let me go.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, mumbling into my hair.
“Hungry yes, tired too” I responded, releasing a yawn I hadn’t
noticed I was hiding.
Tristan picked me up bridal style and carried me with ease out
of the bathroom, along the narrow hallway and straight into the
kitchen. He ignored my complaints and would not put me down,
even as we passed the living room and his father tried to
introduce himself. There were three other men sitting there, all
watching television. I figured two of them were his uncles, for
I knew of his dad and had already seen his cousin minutes ago. I
yelled a quick hello to them all as we entered the kitchen and
the smell of Mexican food filled my nostrils. I struggled like a
child to get down from his arms, not knowing what his grandma
might think about it. I didn’t want to annoy her on my first day
here, but he absolutely refused to put me down. Even tickling
him did nothing, but then I remembered he wasn’t even ticklish,
so of course it wouldn’t work.
“Tristan, put her down please” his father said, coming in behind
us and seeing me struggle.
I pulled tongues at him as he allowed me to stand on my own two
feet again. He simply leaned in toward me, and as his father and
grandma turned their backs on us to carry three trays out into
the living room for the other guys, he trapped me between
himself and the kitchen counter. My heart began to thump
violently in my chest and I was certain my cheeks were as red as
Snow White’s poisonous apple. The lousy comparison made me feel
sorry for myself.
“Are you mocking me, love?” he said, leaning even closer until
our noses bumped.
“N-no, I’m n-not” I said, stammering for the first time in my
life.
The error in my speech made me blush even harder, so I focused
my eyes on one of the buttons on his unbuttoned black shirt. He
said nothing, but I could see that he was smiling. It seemed
like he was waiting for me to say something else, but I couldn’t
think of anything to say. Instead, my eyes lifted and met his
burning hazel’s. A quick intake of breath at the sight of them
staring back into mine made my knees go weak. I leaned myself
back a little on the counter so I wouldn’t fall into a puddle on
the floor between us.
“You have such amazing eyes” I said, staring intently into them.
“Thank you, beautiful” he replied, leaning closer, keeping his
arms on either side of me.
I figured it was to stop me from getting away, but surely he
realised if I wanted to, I could just as easily slip under them
and do it that way. I wouldn’t, for I knew I wasn’t stable
enough to do so. My legs still resembled jelly.
“You two, are you going to eat today?” his cousin said, coming
in with an empty plate and his hands all sticky from the amount
of sauce he had used.
“Yes” Tristan answered, turning to look at him with fierce eyes.
It would have startled me, but I knew nothing dangerous could
come of it. Whilst his attention was on his cousin, whom just so
happened to have impeccable timing, I slid under one of his arms
and rushed over to the other side of the kitchen. He knew I’d
moved, because as I ducked under, he moved his arm and tried to
grab me, but I was too quick for him. I smiled at that.
His cousin brought his plate toward the sink but just as he was
two steps away, the plate fell from his hands. My mouth dropped
open in shock as the plate went flying from his hands and toward
me as I stood not far from the sink. Luckily, I managed to dive
forward to catch it to save it smashing all over the floor. Both
Tristan and his cousin gawked at me as I held it in my hands. I
had collided with the table as I reached out to grab it and
ended up bumping my stomach on the edge of it. I settled the
plate down on the table and rushed out of the kitchen, tears
springing from my eyes. I only hoped neither of them would
notice.
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Re: Your Eyes Alone
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 17, 2012, 5:42 pm
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“Bailey!” Tristan called, his footsteps following close behind
me.
I opened one of the doors at the end of the hallway and found it
to be his room, so I rushed in and closed the door behind me. I
leaned back against it after finding no lock and hoped he
wouldn’t try to get in for too long. The pain in my stomach grew
dull after five minutes or so, but it didn’t help to have him
knocking like a maniac and trying to push the door open.
“If you don’t open this door in ten seconds, I’m coming through
the window” he threatened.
“I don’t want to” I said, wiping a few stray tears from my
cheeks.
When the knocking died down, I felt it was alright to stop
leaning against the door. I peaked my head through a small gap
as I opened it carefully and almost fell back in fright as his
hand rested on it to stop me from closing it again. I felt
embarrassed for my reaction. Pain was usually well dealt with,
but because I had already received a blow to my stomach an hour
or so ago, it hurt like nothing I’d ever felt before.
“I’m s-sorry” I said, stuttering again over my words.
Without speaking a word to me, he pushed open the door and
stepped into the room, closing it behind him and keeping his
eyes on me. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there
looking back at him.
“Are you alright?” he asked, taking another step.
“I’m fine” I said, stubbornly.
With every forward step he took, I took a step back until I
could feel the edge of his bed against my legs. I gulped as he
stopped an inch away from me, but he soon closed that space as
well. With his body right up against mine, my breath caught in
my throat. I had to reach my hands up to grip his shirt so I
wouldn’t faint, which he gladly allowed me to do.
“I hurt my stomach earlier today, before falling into the table”
I muttered, not daring to meet his eyes for fear that he would
see right through me.
If he found out what had happened, he would be more than a
little dangerous and a threat to the guy who had tried to attack
me, and actually had managed. I bit my lip when he grabbed my
arms and lay me down gently on the bed, hovering above me for a
moment.
“What happened, baby?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from
out of my face.
As I had done earlier, I closed my eyes and melted at the feel
of his hand on the side of my face. It seemed, even the smallest
of touches sent electricity through my body. I gasped and opened
my eyes wide when he parted my legs and lay comfortably between
them. My mouth lingered open slightly as he lay still, not
daring to move as he watched the faces I was making. Then, he
lowered his head and brushed his lips against mine softly,
teasingly. I groaned in response and gripped his hair between my
fingers, pulling him back down again. He laughed quietly and
kissed me, harder this time. His hands came up and explored the
outline of my body, pulling the lace shrug from me and tossing
it somewhere across the room. I giggled at that and did the same
with his shirt.
My hands lay upon his bare chest and a smile tugged at the
corners of my mouth as I felt his heart beating wildly. When I
looked up into his face, those shining hazel eyes told me so
much, he didn’t even have to say a word. As I looked up at him,
admiring his beauty, he lifted the cami halfway up my body and
frowned angrily at what he saw.
I figured the guy from earlier had caused some bruising with the
kick he had given me, and I didn’t suppose crashing into the
table had helped any with that.
“What happened?” he asked, this time refusing to just let it go.
I turned my head off to one side and reached to pull the cami
back down, but his hand grabbed mine and held it beside my head.
He followed suit with the other and lay on me gently, so as not
to press too much on the building bruise.
“I got a cab here from the airport” I said, “The guy was a
little too friendly, so I tried to defend myself”
At the moment, my eyes were staring off at the wall so I didn’t
have to see the anger coat his handsome face. Just when I
thought he would go off on one and start shouting all kinds of
awful things about the man, he asked me to look at him. I did,
with difficulty.
“Promise me you won’t go out alone anymore” he said, staring
down at me intently.
Through those beautiful eyes I saw nothing but concern, with
love surrounding it. I knew I should not have made the trip from
the airport alone, but the excitement of surprising him was too
much for me to take, so I just had to come alone. Perhaps in a
few days he would be able to forgive me for that; or at least
understand my reasons for doing such a thing.
“I promise” I answered, blushing hard when he lowered his face
toward mine.
Rather than plant a kiss on my lips as I thought he was going to
do, he licked them gently and brushed his ever so softly against
mine. It was more than tormenting. I exhaled loudly through the
need to just pounce on him. It probably would have been a good
idea had I not been injured today; I doubted jumping on anyone
would help any amount of bruising heal. My thoughts had carried
me off into my own little world again, for the next thing I
knew, his tongue had found my neck. As he explored there for a
little while, relishing in the delightful sounds I seemed to be
making, I found myself fighting back the need to push my hips up
against his. Through the thin linen material of his white pants,
his arousal was all too obvious.
“I want you” he purred into my ear, taking my breath away with
his words.
“I’m yours” I said back, though a little breathless as he found
a very sensitive spot on my neck.
“Are you sure?” he asked, nibbling on my neck and moving his
kisses back up to my lips.
Instead of answering him with words, I bravely gripped his hair
in my hands and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Receiving a
grunt in response, I made another daring move. I wrapped one of
my legs tightly around his waist and started to move beneath
him, feeling his growing hardness pressing against me each time
I raised my hips to meet his.
“I need you, now” he said, following the rhythm I had marked
out, in turn pushing down against me every time I moved my body
upwards.
“Then, what are you waiting for?” I said, pulling away from his
kisses and staring longingly into his hazel eyes.
Tristan stared back for what felt like a lifetime before deftly
removing my shorts. Once he had successfully tossed them across
the room, his hands explored from my thighs, right up to my
chest, where he lay them both upon my chest. His hands covering
such an intimate part of my body made my stomach do back flips;
I’d never felt anything like it before. It’s a whole other story
compared to your own hands adjusting yourself when you’re trying
out a new bra. This felt different because they were not just my
hands, they were his and he knew exactly what he was doing,
making it even more enjoyable. With my mouth parted slightly, he
began to rub my chest in circular motions, eventually moving his
mouth over each breast and using his tongue in a magical way. My
moans would not have gone unnoticed by whoever was in the house
at the time. I just prayed I did not become too loud when one
thing led to another.
My fingers tangled themselves in his brown locks as he unzipped
his pants, forcefully pushing himself against me, knowing he was
tormenting me to heaven and back. I raised myself up to meet his
grinding and arched my back at how badly I wanted him to just
strip and take me right there for hours on end. I was silently
begging him to hurry up and get on with it, for I knew I
couldn’t take it any longer, and knew that I just couldn’t open
up to admitting such a thing.
“Tristan..” I moaned, sliding my nails across the top of his
back.
“Hm?” he mumbled, attacking my lips again to shush me.
“I can’t.. I don’t think I can wait any lo..” I said, throwing
my head back before I could finish.
Tristan had, as fast as the speed of light, removed his pants,
tossed them into the pile across the room, lifted my other leg
around his waist as well and eased into me awfully slowly. I was
thankful he had some sort of control. Had he not, it would have
hurt like a scorching pain I certainly wasn’t ready to
experience right now. My hands wrapped themselves around his
upper arms as he pumped in and out of me at a gentle pace,
holding on for dear life. It wasn’t as painful as I thought it
was going to be, but the numb aching as he managed to bury
himself as deep as he possibly could inside of me was nagging at
my sanity. It hurt, but it didn’t hurt enough to make him stop.
The pain subsided momentarily when small bursts of pleasure
seeped over me and I realised it wasn’t all that bad; I had
simply been afraid of nothing.
“I love you, Tristan” I murmured, crossing my legs behind his
back to give him more freedom.
“I love you too, baby” he said, groaning as he thrust inside me
harder this time.
His rhythm became erratic; our bodies colliding with such force,
had we been dolls we would have shattered on impact. My nails
dug slightly into his back and he smiled down at me, baring his
teeth. I looked closely and marvelled at their sharpness.
“Tristan” I said, through moans. “Bite me”
He didn’t object once, which I thought he would have done. His
teeth scraped against the skin of my neck briefly before biting
down hard, but not hard enough to draw blood. His entire length
was inside of me now and it felt unbelievable. I would never
have believed it was possible, but I’d been proven wrong. It
seemed like only yesterday I was frightened by the idea, yet now
I was craving it more and more. As he pushed all the way in one
last time, laying on me gently as he did so, he began grinding
himself against me, triggering thousands of electrical jolts
through my body. His face tilted up and his lips captured mine
in an incredibly passionate and loving kiss. I returned it
eagerly.
Tristan lay there for a while, hovering over me somewhat, but
with his head resting in the crook of my neck, panting slightly.
I was also panting, though my moans wouldn’t die down as he was
still all the way inside me, just sitting there, as still as
ever.
“Tired my love?” he asked, glancing up at me and slowly pulling
himself out of me.
“Yesss” I moaned, though I hadn’t meant to.
His handsome smile lit up my eyes as he looked pleased with what
he had managed to do. I too was very pleased and was looking
forward to our next round, whenever that would be. The naughty
thoughts running through my head left me speechless and shocked
at myself. I could never and would never tell him any of it,
unless of course it was squeezed out of me.
As he lay down beside me, wrapping an arm protectively around my
waist when I turned on my side to face the wall, he bit my
earlobe gently and whispered into my ear.
“What are you thinking?” he said.
“Um.. just how much I love you and how wonderful that was” I
said, hoping he’d buy into that being all I was thinking about.
“I love you too, baby. I’m so happy you enjoyed yourself” he
said, nuzzling my neck.
He placed the softest kisses from my lower back, all the way up
to my neck again before tightening his grip around my waist so I
couldn’t leave in the night. I couldn’t imagine why on earth I
would do such a thing, but the knowledge that his arm was there
to prevent me made me very giddy.
“Tristan” I asked, yawning quietly.
“Yes, love?” he said, yawning too now that I had.
His hand brushed against my stomach for a moment and I froze,
soon relaxing when he simply lay his hand there as another form
of protection.
“I get to keep you forever and for always, right?” I asked, hope
filling my voice.
“Of course, and I get to keep you forever too” he stated, moving
closer to me.
I clung to his arm as it lay across my stomach and nuzzled into
the pillow, his smell scenting it a little. Smiling like a
child, I waited for the thumping of his heart to reach a steady
beat and knew that he had fallen asleep. I settled down in his
embrace, beaming at finally being with the only man I have ever
truly, honestly, hopefully and devotedly loved with my entire
being.
This was the last update. I am sorry it is only a short one, but
it was a personal one too and it ended as I lost words xD
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Re: Your Eyes Alone
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: July 18, 2012, 3:16 am
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Where do I start off with this? One, I loved it! This had a
totally different feel to it and I adored it! I dare say that
Bailey's Tristan is quite the wonderful gentleman and the
interaction with his cousin was quite funny. Two, I've never
been more terrified for poor Bailey then when she met that
sleaze of a cabby. The scene! Dear lord woman! Steamy indeed! :D
Wonderful work here, I'm telling you I'm about ready to send
over some gold stars via air mail to you, haha. This was
wonderful and I completely understand why you ended where you
ended and it was marvelous how you wrapped it up! P.S. I love
your banner for it and I adore your signature and your avatar!
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Re: Your Eyes Alone
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 18, 2012, 7:10 am
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I always get that feeling too if and when I am writing a story
that's a little more personal to me. I'm not entirely sure why
it happens that way but I hope it isn't too strange. I am glad
to hear that you enjoyed reading and you liked that particular
scene! haha. I was unsure about how far I should take it, but
once the words started flowing it was alright. Maybe next time I
can take it one step further, if you wouldn't mind all that and
more. I'm happy you like the banner, but I'm sorry I had to blur
it out, I'm sure you understand why though. Thank you! I had a
bit of an Arthur moment last night so Ardeth may or may not be
on hold for a short while haha.
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Re: Your Eyes Alone
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: July 20, 2012, 12:16 am
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You're making great work here and it's always a pleasure to read
anything you write no matter the content so never fear. I
wouldn't mind a bit if you decided to take it up a notch, and I
can certainly understand as to why you had to blur it, quite a
nifty little thing you did there in my opinion. You're most
welcome :D Oh by all means please do have an Arthur moment! It's
funny you should choose him because I just finished rewatching
that movie last night, haha. I, myself am actually in the midst
of another phase, (you're probably thinking "good god! Stop
already!") It seems that one Viggo Mortensen is knocking about
to come out and play for a bit.
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Re: Your Eyes Alone
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 20, 2012, 8:54 am
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Thank you kindly for being alright with stories like this. I
think this is the first 'personal' piece I've posted online, and
it wasn't easy but now that I've managed, it's not so bad. I
thought it would create all kinds of problems but it hasn't
haha. I tend to skip bits of that movie most of the time, but I
just love looking at him so I'm always moving ahead to his
scenes. It should ruin the feel of the movie, but it doesn't
which I'm very happy about. Don't worry over another developing
phase! :] I think I have to apologise for mine as well haha. I'm
really confused over who is going to keep my attention this
time.
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Re: Your Eyes Alone
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: July 20, 2012, 11:57 pm
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Oh you're most welcome! It's a wonderful 'personal' piece and I
give you major kudos for posting it! I can't imagine how hard it
was mulling over posting it or not and I'm honored that you let
read it. :) So I thank you. I do the same thing with the movie
so don't worry you're in good company, haha. I actually had to
watch it for my tutoring sessions for another student. I gave
her my second copy and we're doing a comparison or the book and
the film version. (although I haven't told her as to why I'm
always fawning over the dear Reverand, haha.) Thank you! I was
beside myself starting another one, but my muse is really
starting to bring down the ideas haha. You most certainly don't
need to apologise! I know all too well how that goes and I'm
sure you'll figure out! It's going to be marvelous :)
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Re: Your Eyes Alone
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: July 21, 2012, 11:55 am
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Aww, thank you very much! I am glad you liked it. I always think
those personal types are uninteresting to readers, haha. I have
yet to read the book, but from what I've heard from other
people, the movie is very poorly based off of it. I'm almost
reluctant to pick up the book just in case it puts me off the
movie, though I can't see that happening anytime soon, haha. I
think I am having further ideas at the moment but I'm trying
hard to keep them back a little while longer so I can at least
complete the two I'm working on now. I hope you are able to stay
inspired for the new story you will be writing. It seems Arthur
and Dracula are still at a tiff with one another over this, but
I shall sort them out! :]
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