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Stolen Kiss
DIR By: Dracula's Wolfy
Date: April 12, 2012, 6:38 am
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Plucked up the courage to post one of my stories. This is fairly
long so it will be posted bit by bit to save a whole lot of
scrolling.
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“As I lay me down to sleep.. This I pray.. That you will hold me
dear.. Though I’m far away.. I’ll whisper your name into the
sky.. And I will wake up happy”
The words slipped from my mouth as easy as the light breeze
blows through the trees on a cold winters day. This morning
seemed fairly quiet outside and it only made me want to stay in
bed a little bit longer. It was so peaceful.
At nine in the morning you would expect the chattering of people
pacing back and forth through the streets, in a hurry to reach
their jobs on time, but not this morning. I could probably get
away with not showing up to my job at the correct time, but
unlike many others, my work was entirely freelance based so I
did not have a regular time to be up and working.
My whole life from a fairly young age had been focused
specifically on training to become a photojournalist and I was
currently being paid small amounts to get myself noticed in the
world of writing and photography. In all fairness, the cheap
payments weren’t such a thrill after working hours at a time to
complete certain tasks, but every journey must start somewhere
so I gutted it out.
Over the last few years my main interests revolved around
celebrities, capturing their pictures whenever I was able and
providing an adequate story to go along with them. I was not the
type of journalist who simply told a thousand lies a day just to
make a living. I cared too much about how such tales would
effect the targeted celebrities and how bad a reputation it
would give them if I merely lied just for cash.
I kept on singing along to the melody stuck in my head as I
dragged myself up and lifted my legs off the bed. One quick
glance outside my window had me smiling from ear to ear as I
caught sight of the delicate snowflakes.
Before I could start daydreaming, I jumped up from the bed and
ran toward the bathroom so I could make myself somewhat
presentable to be seen outdoors in this lovely weather. It had
been many years since I had last seen snow in my hometown. This
christmas was surely going to be one of the best in a long time
and I couldn’t wait for the weekend. I’d been invited to join
the cast and crew of a new upcoming movie titled The Scarlet
Letter. Not only could this be one of the biggest opportunities
for my career, but my favourite actor Mr.Gary Oldman, is one of
the lead roles.
Seeing as today was Thursday and I would be leaving town
tomorrow to join them all, I had to find something decent to
wear on my journey. I was in luck the day I was offered the
invite as the director handed me a copy of the script. I could
not believe the miracles coming my way. After spending all of
last night reading through it in awe of how perfect it was, I
decided that blending in with the crowd would be my best option,
so I decided to hunt around town for the most appropriate
victorian period dress. I spent hours in and out of stores
trying to find something that would suit my complexion and body
shape, but I was not having any lucky, that was until I spotted
something beautiful and just had to buy it. The style was very
much on the burlesque side, but it was absolutely gorgeous. It
was a purple lace corset dress which contains three ra-ra tiers
and black ribbon lattice front tiers. As soon as the dress was
packed in a bag, I headed back home for the evening.
My transport arrived promptly the following morning and for the
first time in my life I was actually looking forward to
something. There had been events that were special, but there
had never been anything quite like this. I was dying inside. Not
only would I get to watch the making of what I assumed sounded
like a wonderful movie, I would possibly also get the chance to
meet my hero.
My insides began to shiver uncontrollably as I stepped out of
the vehicle and glanced at my surroundings. We appeared to be in
the middle of nowhere, all I could see ahead of me was a vast
forest that oozed pure beauty from within. My first thoughts
regarded the set and how very ancient it appeared, in the aspect
of centuries of course, not quite as ancient as dinosaurs. A
small smile appeared on my face upon realisation that I would
thoroughly enjoy this visit.
A cough from just behind me startled me until I fell forward and
almost collided with the bonnet of the car I had just dragged my
luggage out of. Before turning around to greet the person who
almost scared me half to death, I looked over my attire just
incase I had made a mess of myself by stumbling.
“Miss Catherine, I am so delighted you could join us this
weekend during filming. I can guarantee you will have a splendid
time among our cast members, crew included.” Said a male voice I
recognised to be that of the director, Rolland Joffe.
“Mr Joffe, thank you so much for giving me this opportunity. I
can’t possibly describe in detail how much this means to me.” I
responded as we shared a handshake.
“Well, under those circumstances I am delighted to be of
assistance. Now that you’re here, allow me to give you a guided
tour to where you’ll be staying during your visit.” He said
before walking off in the opposite direction.
Once we reached our destination, I took a quick look around the
delightful cabin I would be housing for the next few days before
unpacking all of my belongings. The faint sound of music filled
my ears just as I was changing into my first outfit of this
weekend and so I quickly got to work on my hair.
The beautiful corset dress I had picked out just the other day
had me in awe of my own reflection as I gazed into the mirror
across the room. I spent no longer than half an hour perfecting
my hair as it was usually rather difficult to tame. I grabbed
two chunks of hair in my hands and made a bow on top of my head,
holding it in place with exactly three or four bobby pins,
allowing the loose locks of hair to curl around my neck and rest
just on my chest.
I rushed over to the dresser to collect a few items of make up
before running back to the mirror and applying just the right
amount of midnight black eyeliner with a splash of a much more
subtle black eyeshadow. Last but not least, one of my all time
favourite items of make up, my shimmering clear lipgloss. With
one last smile at my reflection with clear approval, I spun
around once and headed out the door into the already darkening
skies of this small little village, breathing in the scent of
fresh mountain air which is where they appeared to be filming
this particular part of the movie.
I had absolutely no idea where I was going but could not bring
myself to ask around for directions as I felt too much of an
idiot already. A pout was evident on my face when I realised
boots with heels had not been my best choice for this trip. As I
struggled, alone and hoping to find a steady path that wasn’t
filled with mud, I heard the sound of water running from
somewhere deep within the forest.
My head tried to convince me that I shouldn’t venture into the
unknown, but my heart was and always has been too interested to
pass up such an opportunity, so into the forest I went, as fast
as my legs would take me until I neared the sound of water. It
seemed that no one else was around. A splash from just ahead
captured my hearing as I moved even further toward the sound.
The nearer I got to the sound of splashing water, the clearer my
vision became and saw as clear as day, someone swimming in a not
too inviting lake. The moonlight shone through a few branches
and beamed down upon the water, creating a spotlight. I waited
patiently behind a tree for the person to emerge so I could
decifer who it might be, but they were trying my patience. I
wasn’t going to wait longer.
I slipped away from my hiding place, all the while making sure I
was still hidden in the darkness of the night, until I tripped
over a branch beneath my feet. Cursing aloud, even though it was
perhaps a little too loud, I gathered myself together, pulling
myself off of the ground in the process and lunged back toward
the trees.
“Hey there! Wait!” called a male voice, somewhat familiar, from
somewhere behind me, but I would not stop running until I
reached what appeared to be a dead end, or that of something I
wasn’t prepared to jump off to escape.
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Re: Stolen Kiss
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: April 12, 2012, 4:51 pm
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Ahh! Love love this! Please by all means post more when you get
the chance. I'll be on the edge of my seat. By the way, I do
believe you are a true word smith :)
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Re: Stolen Kiss
DIR By: Dracula's Wolfy
Date: April 13, 2012, 3:38 am
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Thank you very much for your comments! :] I have way too much
time on my hands, so this will be updated each day until I have
it all here. Thank you again, I'm very happy to hear that you
like it so far :D
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Thinking quick, I ran a few steps back in the direction I had
come from and realised a tree was my only option, so behind one
of them I went, trying my hardest to control my rapid breathing.
If that didn’t give away my position, nothing had a hope in hell
of doing so. As I waited quietly behind the tree, not far from
the cliff I had backed away from, I heard the rustling of leaves
and the panting of breath.
I thought I sounded like I’d had the wind knocked out of me but
it seemed he was worse off. I felt horribly guilty for running
as I had, but the swimmer appeared to have been naked when I
caught him splashing around in that lake. Such a situation would
have my face bright red like a tomato for weeks. I watched as
the man peered over the edge of the cliff and became satisfied
that I had not jumped. He collected himself and turned before
walking back into the forest, probably to continue or return to
set.
The moment I believed the coast was clear, I stepped out from
behind the tree, fixed the creases all over my corset, as well
as my hair and walked back through the forest with every
intention of getting a good nights rest. Just ahead of me, I
noticed a shadow, it’s build being that of a male and I knew
immediately that he wasn’t going to just assume I had vanished
into thin air. Although, from what I could tell, it didn’t seem
he was facing my way, thank god.
The opportunity was all too easy, so I took off running as
quickly as possible, passing him by as I went, hearing his
footsteps pick up their pace as he followed after me, still
begging me to stop and talk with him a while.
It did sound like a better idea than running from the shame I
felt earlier when I caught him bathing completely naked in the
middle of a forest, but my burning cheeks would easily give me
away. So, I kept on running, almost out of the only breath I had
in me when I finally reached the opening of the village. A few
more sprints and I came right up behind the cabin, falling back
against it and scanning the area in search of that man, but he
wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
Puzzlement was written all over my face as I pushed my back off
the cabin wood and started around it for the front door. I was
about to close the door when a voice from behind made me jump
out of my skin.
“Well now, such a pretty lady like yourself should not be
running through the forest in such.. clothing” said a male
scottish voice, though clear mock of my chosen attire was
evident within it.
Anger boiled in my veins but as I spun on my heel to confront
the no good, idiotic, evil little scoundrel of a scot, I froze
on the spot. My jaw dropped and I somehow found it in myself to
raise my hand, just to close my mouth again, before stuttering
and cursing in my head for sounding like a fool.
“How did you know I was in the forest?” I spoke bravely, calming
my nerves and opting to be the bitchy side of myself instead.
“Because my dear” he said, taking a step closer to me as I
responded by stepping back. “Your boots are all covered in
grass, mud and petals of those beautiful thistle flowers, which
I hope you’re going to replace” he finished, taking another step
toward me.
I responded once again by backing up with every step he took
until I hit solid wood. I cursed at it as well as him, mentally,
avoiding further embarassment. “Mr.Oldman, if you did not notice
during your stay here, the roads and paths of this small village
are more than a little muddy and grassy in areas, so I haven’t
the faintest idea what you’re accusing me of” I countered.
A smirk tugged at the edges of his lips as he stared at me, now
barely a few inches away, his eyes begging me to look into them
but I could not bring myself to do so. I knew that the moment I
did, I would be lost completely and that, whilst I am supposed
to be here on business, did not go down very well with me.
“Delighted to meet you” He said, taking a step back and holding
out his hand for me to shake, that action alone sent jolts up my
arm and right through my body.
“Ditto” I replied, a small smile finally resting on my lips as
we released our hands from one anothers grasp. I could have
sworn he felt the electricity too by the way his eyes flashed a
deeper blue before he let go.
“Well, I shall leave you to your slumber if it’s what you wish
to do. Sleep well and I shall see you again tomorrow, I hope” he
spoke, walking toward the door and opening it before walking out
into the night. A soft sigh of contentment escaped my lips as I
watched him walk to his own cabin right beside mine, the smile
previously on my face beamed in pure delight at that fact before
I got myself ready for bed, jumped under the covers and the
happiness I felt helped me drift into a peaceful sleep.
My dreams never had been anything too special, but it seemed I
was having one that was rather interesting tonight. I dreamt of
what seemed like such a similarity to the script and trailer I
had read and watched prior to arriving here, only the nightmare
I had was much more horrific, enough to wake me up screaming
bloody murder.
A loud knock on my door had me fall off the bed and as I landed
on my behind, I cursed aloud hoping whoever it was heard me.
Glancing over at my clock, I noticed I had only been sleeping
for an hour or two. Groaning, I picked my barely clothed body
off the floor, forgetting exactly that and walked over to open
the door. It wasn’t until the person who stood on the other side
of it scanned my entire body with his eyes that I realised my
mistake. In horror, I slammed the door shut again.
“Catherine, I’m so sorry! I had no idea you’d be answering the
door like that. I heard you screaming and I just wanted to be
sure you were alright. Catherine.. are you there?” said the
voice of Gary.
I grabbed the sheet off my bed and wrapped it around myself
before walking over to open the door once again, thankful that I
was now covered appropriately.
“I heard your screams, it sounded as though you were witnessing
a murder or something, is everything okay?” he spoke, flustered
from what he had heard.
I invited him inside and tried my best to explain, in as much
detail as possible, exactly what I had dreamt. The look on his
face told me he was about to cry or that he was about to burst
out laughing because he couldn’t hold it in any longer. My
questions were then answered as a slight giggle escaped his lips
and he turned his head off to the side.
“It’s nice to know my nightmares amuse you Mr. Oldman, now if
you don’t mind, could you please leave and not disturb me again
no matter what you hear” I said angrily, his reaction had not
been one I had hoped for and my love for him was knocked down a
hill a few steps because of it.
I stormed over to the door and held it open, tapping my foot,
waiting for him to get off my bed and leave the cabin. What he
did do was something completely out of order. It had taken him a
split second to reach me and once he had, he slammed the door
closed and stood there before me, clear anger and worry all over
his features.
“What is it that you don’t understand about humour? You had a
nightmare that involved me being hung, like that is ever going
to happen! Come to your senses woman, you care too damn much and
you shouldn’t dwell on things like that” he spoke, trying to
calm his voice as he noticed me cowering.
“Out” was all I could say as a single tear dripped down my left
cheek. I was able to turn my head off to one side so he wouldn’t
see, but he stepped closer and turned me to look directly at
him.
“Catherine.. Oh Catherine, I’m so sorry” he spoke apologetically
as he pulled me into the most comforting embrace I had ever felt
in my life.
That was enough for me. I was completely his again, whether he
knew it or not. I had been in love with a man I had never met
and now that I had met him, though we haven’t known each other
very long, I was falling in love all over again, only this time,
I had even more of an opportunity to say it was real.
“I.. It’s okay” I choked out, clinging for dear life to the old
fashioned white shirt he was wearing. I had to admit, he looked
rather dashing tonight.
Gary rocked me gently in his arms as we stood there, silent as
mice, too scared to utter a single word to each other as neither
knew exactly what to say. That was until I began to feel rather
sleepy. My head dropped against his chest before I could stop
myself. Without giving it much thought and with determination to
not earn any bruises, I flung my arms around his neck to keep
from collapsing.
“Well now, it seems the young lady is still tired” he joked,
wrapping his arms around me before lifting me bridal style and
carrying me over to my bed.
A light blush appeared on my cheeks as he lay me softly on the
bed before covering me as a mother would, under the nice warm
blanket. I smiled shyly at the gesture and spoke the faintest
thank you I was able to release from my throat, without making
it too obvious that I enjoyed the attention a little too much.
“You’re welcome my dear. If there is anything else you ever need
on your stay, I will be able to lend you a helping hand” he
replied, with a beautiful smile before making his way toward the
door and leaving my cabin.
The moment I was certain he had returned to his cabin, I let out
the quietest screech I could find, burying my head deep into the
pillow before falling into the most amazing dream I had ever had
in my life. A dream that consisted of my idol becoming my one
and only love, what I would give for that to actually happen.
The next morning I was woken by the sound of birds tweeting just
outside my window. I smiled at the pleasant and unexpected wake
up call, being so used to city life and all that jazz had me
loving this trip.
Deciding on my outfit for the day wasn’t too difficult as the
weather was fairly warm. I had picked out my favourite faded
grey cardigan to go over my skin tight black leggings and a pair
of low boots that were also a faded grey colour. Pulling back
the curtains of the small cabin, I was greeted with a handsome
smiling face, earning a little giggle from me as I rushed to the
door and let him inside.
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Re: Stolen Kiss
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: April 13, 2012, 5:16 am
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I can now safely say I've fallen in love with this story. I
found myself blushing right along with Catherine when our lovely
man emerged from the lake. *fans self* Poor dear with those damn
nightmares *shudders* I can only imagine what she saw. Gary
coming to her rescue to see if she was ok gave me a case of the
warm fuzzies. Those two are made for one another. I dare say
that perhaps they shared a dream or two about their connection?
Please keep up the fantastic work! ;D
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Re: Stolen Kiss
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: April 13, 2012, 6:09 am
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You are too kind my dear! and I am very happy that you're
enjoying it. By the sound of it you are very much enjoying it!
hehe. This was the first fiction I wrote about Oldman, after
watching The Scarlet Letter.. and remembering the lake scene :-[
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“Good morning my dear! We’re filming a fairly steamy scene
today, if you’d like to join us so you can get a grasp of
everything that goes on?” Gary spoke with a charming smile
across his face.
The thought of watching Gary and his co star pretend to make
love brought a light blush to my cheeks that I just couldn’t
hide. I noticed he was about to speak so I quickly ran into
another room to grab my boots.
“Lets go then” I said cheerily, trying my best to cover the
blush that was slowly starting to fade, thankfully.
Before I walked out of the door, I noticed a small grin playing
at the edges of his lips as I had noticed last night as well. It
was clear he found my embarassment amusing but I did not want
another repeat of the previous incident, so I kept my mouth
shut. Because I was already quite a way ahead of him, I could
not see the full on smirk as he watched my ass swaying back and
forth as we walked.
The only thing I was certain I heard was a low growl but I
brushed it off without a second thought. Clearly, it was an
animal nearby that made the noise, not the man standing too
close for comfort behind me as we continued on our path.
Within seconds, he was walking by my side and we struck up an
interesting conversation about which of his characters he wishes
he could live like. I wanted to gain a lot of facts about him so
that I could write my article, as well as snap a nice portrait
of him before my trip was over. It was just going to be a
difficult time trying to convince him to open up, I’d been told
countless times that Mr.Oldman was someone who kept to himself
most of the time.
“Here we are, ladies first” he said as he held open a door to
what I assumed was a barn, in which they would be filming this
particular steamy scene.
A gush of naughty thoughts spilled into my mind and though I
tried desperately to banish them, they would not leave. They
tortured me as I was instructed to sit on a chair in the far
corner of the barn, out of the shot. Though I was a photographer
myself, having my own face on camera was never going to happen
in a million years and anyone who ever tried to do so knew about
it immediately.
I sighed inwardly when I noticed the lights dimming as a
strangely romantic atmosphere lay before my vision. Amazed at
the beauty of it, I leaned right back in my chair, staring as
though I’d been frozen to the spot. A light chuckle from behind
made me jump almost a foot in the air until a hand landed on my
shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. Behind me stood the
director, a charming smile on his face as he greeted me and left
to inform his actors of their lines and actions.
Midway through the filming I became incredibly hot and
flustered, but there was also an undying need to tear someones
throat out with a spoon. I could not work out whether I was
experiencing utter jealousy or I simply felt irritated due to
the heat within my veins as both Gary and Demi seemed to be
enjoying themselves a lot.
It had been only a split second before I realised exactly what
was wrong with me and though I didn’t want to admit it, I was
jealous. Jealous of the fact that another woman was so close to
the man I had loved all these years, jealous that she, even
though only acting, was able to moan in pleasure during the
encounter with him. I’d have enough, ignoring the voices calling
me, I ran from the barn and back toward my cabin.
I stopped long enough to catch my breath as fresh tears left my
eyes, with both hands on either side of the doorframe, I clung
to it tightly as though I’d collapse at any moment. I couldn’t
believe I was reacting in such a way over a movie star, I felt
more than a little ashamed of myself for all of this.
“Catherine!” the voice of the director called from not too far
behind me as I held tightly onto the doorframe still.
“I’m fine Joffe, don’t worry about me. It was just a little too
hot in there so I needed to get some air, I hope you don’t mind
if I take a stroll for a while?” I spoke, without even turning
to face him as I feared my tear stained face would make it all
too obvious.
The last thing I heard were his footsteps walking away and
leaving me alone once again, something I had been praying for
since I felt that jolt of jealousy. How could I have been such
an immature little brat to have reacted in such a way. I
wouldn’t be surprised if they all believed I was crazy after
causing such a scene back there. Then again, I have been told
many times that I’m a little on the weird side.
After wiping at my eyes, I headed on inside my cabin and closed
the door with great force behind me. I could tell I was becoming
more annoyed by the second as thoughts of those two still going
at it while I was sitting here on my bed sulking like a child
without an ice cream. I tried hard to smile as it always seemed
to lighten my mood, no matter how foul I was feeling, but it
wouldn’t come. I raised myself off the bed and walked over to my
drawers to collect a towel. It seemed as though a little swim in
that lake would do me good and within no time I’d be feeling a
lot like myself again, so that’s exactly where I went, making
sure no one followed me.
I treaded slowly and silently through the leaves of the forest
until I reached the familiar sight of the lake. Newly born tears
slipped down my face as I recalled my first glance at Gary,
swimming in this lake when I had first arrived here, it made my
heart ache for him but with everything I just went through, I
didn’t know if I could feel the same anymore. I didn’t want to
think along those lines, I wanted to believe he would always
hold a place in my heart, but sometimes love is a bitch.
I stripped down to the bikini I had thrown on before leaving the
cabin and slipped into the lake, hoping it would calm my senses
and help me relax a little bit before morning came. It had been
just over half an hour when I began to feel the cold of staying
in the water too long and so I headed back toward my cabin for a
good nights rest.
A wolf whistle entered my ears as I walked through the forest
and I stood frozen in my tracks. I had no idea who it was
because I couldn’t define a voice from a mere whistle, so I took
off running. Perfect, just perfect. This is of course exactly
the kind of treatment I need to make myself feel better,
absolutely marvellous.
Before I could make it into my cabin, two arms wrapped
themselves around my bare waist as I had not clothed myself
since the short swim and I instantly felt butterflies. It wasn’t
new to me, but it wasn’t appropriate either considering the
person holding me could indeed be a rapist of some sort. I was
about to elbow him in the stomach until he brought his lips
close to my ear and whispered softly.
“I know you want it Cathy”
There goes that scottish accent again, along with the anger I
felt earlier as it began to rush through my veins once more. I
knew exactly who was behind me, but there was no way in hell he
could get away with talking to me like that.
“Mr.Oldman, it may seem appealing to you that I’m currently clad
in almost nothing, but it does not give you the right to talk to
me like that. I demand you let me go before I scream” I spat
coldly, trying to free myself from his grasp.
I wasn’t having any luck, his arms locked around my waist so
tightly I feared losing the ability to breathe, but I kept on
trying. Eventually I gave up after grunting and groaning, not
realising the strength this man seemed to have, or was it simply
that deep down I did not want him to let me go. The thought
alone worried me, how could I be thinking things like that
whilst I’m supposedly angry with him. I couldn’t even remember
now why he was the one to blame, it wasn’t entirely his fault,
in fact, it was not his fault at all. The only person I could
accuse for sparking my tantrum was myself.
As I had been thinking for the last ten minutes or so, he
noticed I wasn’t struggling at all anymore, thus releasing his
grip. I was thankful. Though, it didn’t please me that he stood
so close still. The sound of his heart was in perfect melody
with mine until I bolted the rest of the way to my cabin and
through the door.
Giggling as I locked it, I strolled over to the bathroom and
decided to take a shower. It turned out the water wasn’t as
clean as I thought it would be. Just my luck. Once the water was
hot enough, I stepped inside and immediately began singing my
lungs out, trying to make myself feel better in regards to
everything that had happened today. It didn’t take long until I
was feeling like myself again, evidence of a truly happy smile
on my face as I sauntered into the bedroom with a towel wrapped
tightly aroud me.
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Re: Stolen Kiss
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: April 14, 2012, 4:17 am
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I'm loving this! I can totally understand being jelous, I'd be a
rather bright shade of green if I were in Catherine's shoes. I'm
reading and going "Aww what a gentleman." then all of the sudden
I get to that scene where he all but squeezes the life out of
her and I'm sitting here going "Not nice! Not nice at all!"
Please by all means keep posting!
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Re: Stolen Kiss
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: April 14, 2012, 4:29 am
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I figured that particular part of the story was appropriate. I
got annoyed just writing it out haha. I'm glad you are still
liking it! I shall post the last bit below :]
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“Take me now baby here as I am.. Pull me close try to
understand.. Desire is hunger, is the fire I breathe.. Love is a
banquet on which we feed”
My voice wasn’t the most talented in the world, but when I was
concentrating it didn’t sound all that bad. I continued singing
along to the song in my head as I danced rather erotically
across the room, unaware that there was someone watching me
through a gap in the door.
Another whistle entered my ears and caused me to go flying onto
the bed, landing sort of awkwardly with both my legs apart. My
gaze shot over toward the door as someone shut out the lights so
I could not see clearly. The next thing I felt were two familiar
hands as they grabbed my ankles and pulled me nearer to them as
they climbed over me on the bed. A gasp escaped my lips as I
recognised those piercing blue eyes, I couldn’t move a muscle.
If this is happening, I must be dreaming. I couldn’t process
what he was doing until it was all too clear.
“You have an amazing voice Catherine..” he said, bringing his
mouth lower toward my neck as he breathed against it softly,
earning a shiver from me.
“I.. thank you.. what.. how did you get in here?” I muttered,
stumbling over every single word, making a complete idiot out of
myself.
He did not answer my question. Instead, I felt one of his hands
tracing the left side of my body as I instinctively pressed my
hands to his chest in an attempt to move him. I didn’t really
want him to move, but if I was going to improve my situation
after the way I had reacted earlier, it had to start with me not
giving in to temptation. I wondered if that’s all he was doing.
Tempting me. Waiting on a reaction to see what type of woman I
was.
I scoffed out loud at the idea and he noticed. Nice one
Catherine. Gary hovered over me as his lips were barely inches
from my own. His breath blanketed my lips and I nearly lost
myself in his eyes, but I didn’t give in. He wasn’t going to
break me that easily.
“Why did you run earlier Catherine? I thought you wanted to see
the thrills of being an actor?” he said smugly with a horrible
smirk on his face.
It didn’t go down well with me at all and I was going to make
him understand that much if nothing else. How dare he think I’m
some sort of toy to play with, someone who will sleep with him
simply because he thinks he deserves it. He was in for the
biggest shock of his life if he believed for one minute I was
going to sleep with him after that little remark, jackass.
“Just tell me what do you want from me.. Is this love in the
first degree.. Tell me why everytime I feel your eyes all over
me”
The lingering question in his eyes as he hung over me was
evident and somewhat funny to me as he clearly had no idea why I
randomly blurted out those lyrics. I knew though. I was testing
him but it appeared he wasn’t going to respond as I had hoped,
he seemed fairly dazed and unable to contemplate what I said to
him. Pity that. I believed all these years he was much more
intelligent than that. So, I went ahead and told him.
“Oh really Gary, do you honestly have less than half a brain?” I
spoke, amused as I lay there smiling innocently at him.
A low growl escaped his throat before he forcefully pressed his
lips against my own. I wanted to give in to his kiss because
there were fireworks going off all around me, but I pulled
through and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him off of me.
However, he was able to pin my hands down on other side of my
head before he went in for the kill again. Only this time, he
attacked my neck, directly below my ear, earning more than a few
loud moans. That was exactly what he wanted.
“Garyyy..” I moaned, biting down on my lip and making it bleed
slightly in the process as I tried desperately to avoid making
any sounds, it would only encourage him further if he thought
for one minute I was enjoying this encounter.
I felt him smirking against my neck as his hands released mine.
I quickly dove them into his hair and clung to it tightly,
wanting him to stop but knowing I could never ask him to. This
was tormenting. Over all these years, all I had ever wanted was
beginning to happen, but unfortunately for me I was here on
business, not to find romance or sexual relations. I took into
account how important this particular job would be for me and
how easily it would make my career take off. I had to do it, as
much as I didn’t want to.
“Gary.. please.. stop” I breathed out desperately as he
continued to lick, suck and bite at my neck with no intention of
stopping.
“Why should I stop?” he whispered into my ear and his warm
breath sent another familiar shiver down my spine.
The loudest moan I had ever made escaped my lips with his next
action and I found I just could not carry on defending my right
to stop him. He had lifted the towel slightly and my legs
received an unwelcomed chill, but that was soon resolved as he
lay himself over me properly, his body between my legs. It
seemed he was easily excited and the moment I felt it, I knew
there was no going back.
“You’re mine now, I won’t accept refusal” he said in a low voice
as his face lingered over mine, eyes piercing into my soul.
“Always” was the only thing I could mutter as he pressed himself
teasingly against the sensitive area between my legs that I had
wanted to remain hidden, as well as the rest of my body.
One thing was for certain, we had more than barn fun that night.
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Re: Stolen Kiss
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: April 14, 2012, 5:47 pm
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*fans self* my I do believe I need a fan or something! Wordsmith
you most certainly are my dear! Talk about going all primal with
the "You're mine now, I won't accept refusal." Ten stars in my
book ;D
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Re: Stolen Kiss
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: April 15, 2012, 12:41 am
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Thank you, thank you, thank you! :] I'm so glad you liked that
story and enjoyed it so much. I shall pass out fans next time if
it is needed haha. That was one of the more successful stories
about Gary that I've written. There are a few others, but in my
eyes and from what I keep reading back on, I put the most effort
into creating that one.
Thank you again :) I'm very happy now!
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Re: Stolen Kiss
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: April 16, 2012, 11:05 am
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I dare say the fans are must, haha. I applaud your work and
can't wait for more ;D
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