Shocked-disbelief floods my nerve endings, forcing me into an awareness that defies explanation, whilst my mind clambers madly to play ‘catch up.’
How is this even possible? How do I cope and deal with the here and now? Easier said than done not to panic and bolt completely. Especially when one minute, I’d been dozing on my bed, minding my own business, and in the next...
I’m in someone else’s body. Not Observing. Noooooo...not watching, not this time, like some spirit voyeur, for I’m right inside someone else’s body and feeling everything, every sensation as though it’s my own.
It all rushes in like a tidal wave all at once. Feelings so overpowering, so alarming yet compelling that my physical reactions to it are momentarily crippling. Even as the hairs rise over my flesh to inflame me; as every sensual button within my skin is turned on full blast by every circuit in the brain I inhabit. I surrender weakly to the indescribable pleasure, my nipples puckering painfully tight, and I am lost.
Oh dear Gods...I’m so confused. Yet it feels like my body. Familiar, which is a joke you see because it’s not a girl’s body I’m in right now either.
This can’t be happening. Can it?
How is this even possible? How do I cope and deal with the here and now? Easier said than done not to panic and bolt completely. Especially when one minute, I’d been dozing on my bed, minding my own business, and in the next...
I’m in someone else’s body. Not Observing. Noooooo...not watching, not this time, like some spirit voyeur, for I’m right inside someone else’s body and feeling everything, every sensation as though it’s my own.
It all rushes in like a tidal wave all at once. Feelings so overpowering, so alarming yet compelling that my physical reactions to it are momentarily crippling. Even as the hairs rise over my flesh to inflame me; as every sensual button within my skin is turned on full blast by every circuit in the brain I inhabit. I surrender weakly to the indescribable pleasure, my nipples puckering painfully tight, and I am lost.
Oh dear Gods...I’m so confused. Yet it feels like my body. Familiar, which is a joke you see because it’s not a girl’s body I’m in right now either.
This can’t be happening. Can it?
That feels so good.
My clit feels as swollen, as huge and hard as a cock, which is about the time when I feel my sphincter clutch maddeningly tight as my balls draw up hard and hot against my body.
OhmyfreakingGod... That’s good. That feels...so, so good.
As I realize I’m in a man’s body and that my cock is hard, long, and thick, and between this woman’s lips...and that right here, right now, I could just fucking die and I’d be the happiest person on the whole damned planet.
No wonder men are out fucking any and everything from the moment they figure out this thing is useful for more than pissing against a tree.
And she is clutching and sucking along the length in an unbearable sweet heat that is going to make me explode and shatter into a bizillion pieces.
She was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. Her and the endless reflections of us repeating in the mirrors all along the wall behind her. A stunning naked woman on her knees in front of me where I too am nude, lying back against a white leather couch with my fingers tangled in her long blonde hair, as I watch her take me in her mouth. Watch in the mirror beyond as she leans over me, her long graceful back nipped in at the waist and flaring wide at her hips. She kneels with her legs spread, and I see the cheeks of her ass split apart like a peach, revealing her pussy, wet with dew, her lips like lace framing the fruit within.
I’m open-mouthed and groan helplessly, seeing her watching us as she takes my cock all the way inside...where it’s wet, so deliciously wet as she curls her tongue around the head, burning hot and slick and soft as silk.
I’m so hard it hurts, the skin is stretched tight across the shaft, thickened and filled with blood, and it throbs like a live thing insistently between her lips. And so help me, all I want to do is thrust it in her mouth harder, deeper and jam my cock as far down her throat as I can get it.
My clit feels as swollen, as huge and hard as a cock, which is about the time when I feel my sphincter clutch maddeningly tight as my balls draw up hard and hot against my body.
OhmyfreakingGod... That’s good. That feels...so, so good.
As I realize I’m in a man’s body and that my cock is hard, long, and thick, and between this woman’s lips...and that right here, right now, I could just fucking die and I’d be the happiest person on the whole damned planet.
No wonder men are out fucking any and everything from the moment they figure out this thing is useful for more than pissing against a tree.
And she is clutching and sucking along the length in an unbearable sweet heat that is going to make me explode and shatter into a bizillion pieces.
She was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. Her and the endless reflections of us repeating in the mirrors all along the wall behind her. A stunning naked woman on her knees in front of me where I too am nude, lying back against a white leather couch with my fingers tangled in her long blonde hair, as I watch her take me in her mouth. Watch in the mirror beyond as she leans over me, her long graceful back nipped in at the waist and flaring wide at her hips. She kneels with her legs spread, and I see the cheeks of her ass split apart like a peach, revealing her pussy, wet with dew, her lips like lace framing the fruit within.
I’m open-mouthed and groan helplessly, seeing her watching us as she takes my cock all the way inside...where it’s wet, so deliciously wet as she curls her tongue around the head, burning hot and slick and soft as silk.
I’m so hard it hurts, the skin is stretched tight across the shaft, thickened and filled with blood, and it throbs like a live thing insistently between her lips. And so help me, all I want to do is thrust it in her mouth harder, deeper and jam my cock as far down her throat as I can get it.
She tries to move her head a little and I realize I might be gripping her head, pulling on her hair too hard. I try to make my fingers ease up.
Please...don’t stop.
Sweet Jesus.
If this is what it feels like to get head, I’m all for it and that way she licks around the rim. It feels like a giant, swollen clit, pulsing and pounding to the heavy beat of my heart in her mouth. Who knew the head of a man’s cock was so sensitive? She uses a hand to grip and slide up and down the soaked shaft, her other hand is massaging, pulling gently on my balls, flicking lower with her fingertips between my spread thighs to rim and press the tight ring of my ass. And it’s mortifying and thrilling and I want to beg and babble like a fool as the need to come hard beats at my head.
And the sucking...fuck me the sucking! She’s like a fucking vacuum cleaner. The exquisite pressure she uses as she hollows her cheeks. The teasing wet heat of her mouth gliding over and enveloping the stalk, sucking me down until I hit the back of her throat, looping and laving her tongue as she does so makes my toes curl. I feel dizzy as spasms of pure delight ripple through my body as though shocked by a live wire. Ten thousand volts of pure electricity is lighting up every freaking circuit until I’m sure that when I come down her throat, she’ll tear me free of this host and
Please...don’t stop.
Sweet Jesus.
If this is what it feels like to get head, I’m all for it and that way she licks around the rim. It feels like a giant, swollen clit, pulsing and pounding to the heavy beat of my heart in her mouth. Who knew the head of a man’s cock was so sensitive? She uses a hand to grip and slide up and down the soaked shaft, her other hand is massaging, pulling gently on my balls, flicking lower with her fingertips between my spread thighs to rim and press the tight ring of my ass. And it’s mortifying and thrilling and I want to beg and babble like a fool as the need to come hard beats at my head.
And the sucking...fuck me the sucking! She’s like a fucking vacuum cleaner. The exquisite pressure she uses as she hollows her cheeks. The teasing wet heat of her mouth gliding over and enveloping the stalk, sucking me down until I hit the back of her throat, looping and laving her tongue as she does so makes my toes curl. I feel dizzy as spasms of pure delight ripple through my body as though shocked by a live wire. Ten thousand volts of pure electricity is lighting up every freaking circuit until I’m sure that when I come down her throat, she’ll tear me free of this host and
take me with her.
Oh... And just when I’m sure it couldn’t possibly get any sweeter, she looks me straight in the eye and smiles around the feast in her mouth, inhales noisily through her nostrils, and swallows me whole.
Oh...My...God...I think...oh fuck...I’m gonna come. I don’t know how to stop it. I gotta get me one of these. Wish to Christ I’d been born with a cock. Do guys know? And then...then she slides a finger past and through my sphincter and pushes deep into my ass twisting inside finding and pressing deliberately, firmly yet gently against something that has me hoarsely shouting in a very masculine voice.
The come surges up from my balls like a fucking freight train, shoots up the throbbing length of my shaft, and explodes from the head and down her throat in a rush, as I gasp and gurgle in stunned disbelief.
Christ! My eyes roll back in my head as rapture the likes of which you would not believe, and I swear to God, I’ll never forget. Fucking, floods my body and overwhelms every conscious thought. Surely I am dead.
Do guys know what they have? Seriously?
*****
Oh... And just when I’m sure it couldn’t possibly get any sweeter, she looks me straight in the eye and smiles around the feast in her mouth, inhales noisily through her nostrils, and swallows me whole.
Oh...My...God...I think...oh fuck...I’m gonna come. I don’t know how to stop it. I gotta get me one of these. Wish to Christ I’d been born with a cock. Do guys know? And then...then she slides a finger past and through my sphincter and pushes deep into my ass twisting inside finding and pressing deliberately, firmly yet gently against something that has me hoarsely shouting in a very masculine voice.
The come surges up from my balls like a fucking freight train, shoots up the throbbing length of my shaft, and explodes from the head and down her throat in a rush, as I gasp and gurgle in stunned disbelief.
Christ! My eyes roll back in my head as rapture the likes of which you would not believe, and I swear to God, I’ll never forget. Fucking, floods my body and overwhelms every conscious thought. Surely I am dead.
Do guys know what they have? Seriously?
*****
Slamming back into her body Rose had not even had to touch herself as the climax flooded her body and the involuntary groans of release were pulled free from her trembling lips.
She lay on her bed still stunned and awed by the experience. Still questioning whether or not it was real. It had certainly felt real enough. This was new though. And it was almost like she used a part of him too. Like she’d known the woman’s name and had a feeling that if she’d have spoken to her, she’d have known what to say as well.
Holy fuck...
This power, whatever this was, was growing.
She even understood on some level that being able to control it, while still beyond her right now, would eventually be hers to master.
She wasn’t even sure what to think about that, whether she should feel relief or more terror. But she also realized that the time to speak with Da had finally come. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could deal with alone. She’d exhausted every avenue she could think of, but hell at eighteen and still technically a virgin...
Am I? Seems after what just happened, I’m not too sure. Besides, it’s a bit different than playing with the shower head and getting off on the water beating against my clit isn’t it?
She lay on her bed still stunned and awed by the experience. Still questioning whether or not it was real. It had certainly felt real enough. This was new though. And it was almost like she used a part of him too. Like she’d known the woman’s name and had a feeling that if she’d have spoken to her, she’d have known what to say as well.
Holy fuck...
This power, whatever this was, was growing.
She even understood on some level that being able to control it, while still beyond her right now, would eventually be hers to master.
She wasn’t even sure what to think about that, whether she should feel relief or more terror. But she also realized that the time to speak with Da had finally come. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could deal with alone. She’d exhausted every avenue she could think of, but hell at eighteen and still technically a virgin...
Am I? Seems after what just happened, I’m not too sure. Besides, it’s a bit different than playing with the shower head and getting off on the water beating against my clit isn’t it?
She had no resources, no measure or guide or the faintest clue what else to do or where to get help. Rose would simply tell him everything. Even as she cringed inwardly and fretted over what he might think of her and the lust she felt growing strong and fierce within her. A knock on the door made her start and she looked up, smiling as her elder brother Tiarnán stuck his head round the door.
“Hey, whatcha doing? Can I come in fer bit and talk?”
“Sure, what’s on your mind?” She sat up in bed, pulling the blanket around her body.
He came strolling in munching on an apple and after a thought, offered it to her for a bite. She took it and bit into it gratefully while he looked at the one chair in the room covered in clothes, picked the lot up and dumped them on the bed by her feet. He turned the chair around facing away from her and sat forward sprawled upon it with his big arms crossed along the top and just stared at her.
She regarded him uncertainly as he stared back with an unflinching gaze and just waited. Waits for what she wonders? Almost afraid to acknowledge that she knows only too well the answer to that particular question, he points a finger towards the apple with a raised brow and a smile until she tosses it back to him. Catching it effortlessly, still smiling though, he continues to look at her as he bites into it again.
“Hey, whatcha doing? Can I come in fer bit and talk?”
“Sure, what’s on your mind?” She sat up in bed, pulling the blanket around her body.
He came strolling in munching on an apple and after a thought, offered it to her for a bite. She took it and bit into it gratefully while he looked at the one chair in the room covered in clothes, picked the lot up and dumped them on the bed by her feet. He turned the chair around facing away from her and sat forward sprawled upon it with his big arms crossed along the top and just stared at her.
She regarded him uncertainly as he stared back with an unflinching gaze and just waited. Waits for what she wonders? Almost afraid to acknowledge that she knows only too well the answer to that particular question, he points a finger towards the apple with a raised brow and a smile until she tosses it back to him. Catching it effortlessly, still smiling though, he continues to look at her as he bites into it again.
Surprised, she sees—really sees—for the first time the handsome strong man he has become. He’d always been older than his years and her fiercest protector, but he was just more so now, though what it was she needed protecting against she knew not. At twenty-eight, he’s ten years older than her, yet they share the same birthday. Tall and powerfully built—but like the swimmer he is, not a rugby player—all elegant long limbs and strength with black hair just like their Ma’s had been. All the boys were black-haired, only she shared the burnished red-fire locks of their Da. Tiarnán was devilishly handsome too and he knew it! Broke hearts like they were going out of fashion with those piercing blue-gray eyes and high cheekbones of his and that smile that showed the cleft in his chin. He was educated and charming, had money and drove a fast car and could have been in the pictures had the inkling for stardom ever been more than a passing thought.
Yet there was intenseness about him too, and he guarded his privacy most jealously. Only she could ever turn up on his doorstep unannounced, much to the consternation of whichever lass happened to be warming his bed. No trouble was ever too small, no tree or hill had been too high to scale...memories like scattered pictures flickered over her mind as she saw herself walking with him hand in hand through the village high street. He’d taught her to ride and she remembered his endless patience as he tutored her to jump and how to whisper to her mare Hyacinth. She smiled with the recollection, it had really worked too. And sitting before the fire on a cold night before bed, dressed in her long nightie while he patiently worked free the knots in her long hair and told her stories of dragons and brave knights and the princesses that captured their hearts. While Da had sat in his big armchair and listened as he sipped on a dram, and she and her brothers had been beguiled.
Yet there was intenseness about him too, and he guarded his privacy most jealously. Only she could ever turn up on his doorstep unannounced, much to the consternation of whichever lass happened to be warming his bed. No trouble was ever too small, no tree or hill had been too high to scale...memories like scattered pictures flickered over her mind as she saw herself walking with him hand in hand through the village high street. He’d taught her to ride and she remembered his endless patience as he tutored her to jump and how to whisper to her mare Hyacinth. She smiled with the recollection, it had really worked too. And sitting before the fire on a cold night before bed, dressed in her long nightie while he patiently worked free the knots in her long hair and told her stories of dragons and brave knights and the princesses that captured their hearts. While Da had sat in his big armchair and listened as he sipped on a dram, and she and her brothers had been beguiled.
Buying her a dress...cuddling her and kissing her tears away when she’d gotten in trouble and teaching her how to box! Where had the time gone? They’d shared precious little of late it seemed.
And though she loved all her brothers equally and was proud of them all, Tiarnán for some reason had always been her hero. She worried for him, though she’d never tell him. He’d just laugh. Yet she pondered why no one had ever really caught his fancy. Oh he seemed perfectly content enough and after he’d returned from Cambridge, he’d immersed himself into the farm and its business as though determined to make his mark. He’d moved out of the sprawling family home and remodeled one of the houses on the estate to his liking, despite Da’s grumbles. He’d listened to Da go on and on, telling him that the family home with its endless unused rooms and entire guest wings was more than big enough and drafty enough to accommodate him without him having to see any of them if that were his choice. He’d just smiled and moved out anyway.
They did however share an affinity for the Arabians Da bred and raised and Da’s stallions and brood mares were famous far and wide. Tiarnán looked after the business side of things; he was facts and figures and the traveler, always tripping off somewhere around the world and more often than not, returning with another horse and often a lass in tow.
And though she loved all her brothers equally and was proud of them all, Tiarnán for some reason had always been her hero. She worried for him, though she’d never tell him. He’d just laugh. Yet she pondered why no one had ever really caught his fancy. Oh he seemed perfectly content enough and after he’d returned from Cambridge, he’d immersed himself into the farm and its business as though determined to make his mark. He’d moved out of the sprawling family home and remodeled one of the houses on the estate to his liking, despite Da’s grumbles. He’d listened to Da go on and on, telling him that the family home with its endless unused rooms and entire guest wings was more than big enough and drafty enough to accommodate him without him having to see any of them if that were his choice. He’d just smiled and moved out anyway.
They did however share an affinity for the Arabians Da bred and raised and Da’s stallions and brood mares were famous far and wide. Tiarnán looked after the business side of things; he was facts and figures and the traveler, always tripping off somewhere around the world and more often than not, returning with another horse and often a lass in tow.
Though she didn’t understand all the ins and outs of the family business, she knew he’d directly contributed to its growth and expansion in the last seven years especially until it seemed to be mushrooming exponentially into all sorts of directions. Everything her brother did, like Midas, seemed to turn to gold.
As each of her brothers had finished college then completed the mandatory four years at university, they were given a position at the bottom of the company and expected to work their way upward and into the positions carved out and created for them. All except she and Eoghan, as she was about to start university and Eoghan hadn’t finished.
“Well?” she asked, no longer able to bare his acute stare.
And then with six little innocuous words, her world as she thought she knew it, turned gently upside down.
“It’s begun fer ye hasn’t it?”
She felt suddenly cold and shivered, looked away from him and out through the window and to the field beyond. She drew herself up and tucked her feet underneath her, picked up a pillow and cradled it in her lap. She could see as far to the round ring and stables and watched as her Father approached them riding on Remus. He’d be in soon, but it seemed moot now, this talk would apparently happen now with Tiarnán instead.
As each of her brothers had finished college then completed the mandatory four years at university, they were given a position at the bottom of the company and expected to work their way upward and into the positions carved out and created for them. All except she and Eoghan, as she was about to start university and Eoghan hadn’t finished.
“Well?” she asked, no longer able to bare his acute stare.
And then with six little innocuous words, her world as she thought she knew it, turned gently upside down.
“It’s begun fer ye hasn’t it?”
She felt suddenly cold and shivered, looked away from him and out through the window and to the field beyond. She drew herself up and tucked her feet underneath her, picked up a pillow and cradled it in her lap. She could see as far to the round ring and stables and watched as her Father approached them riding on Remus. He’d be in soon, but it seemed moot now, this talk would apparently happen now with Tiarnán instead.
“It’s called The Quickening and we all have it Rose, and it’s nothing to be afeared of...”
“Not afraid!” she cut in. Was suddenly angry and felt the need to strike at him, cut him with words and see him bleed for the misery she thought she suffered alone. “We all have it you say; did no one think to share this precious news with me? Am I not, n-not a-a part...”
He was there then. He simply got on the bed beside her and pulled her within the safety of his arms and held her. And let her cry it all out. When she finally lay still and drained against his chest, he still held her safe, kissed the top of her head, and spoke softly to her. His voice lulled her as he told her a tale of magic and ancient secrets passed down through their family since the beginning. She listened without a word and somewhere in the telling, she slept.
*****
Time passed.
Days fell heavy one after another until she’d almost convinced herself that recent happenings were only a figment of an overactive imagination. Even the night Tiarnán came to her room, nearly a month ago now, seemed surreal and foolish in the light of day. He’d told her to seek him out, if and when, she was ready, but nothing had happened at all since then and she’d grown complacent.
She had been sitting on a comfy chair at a small table in the library, with her books splayed out in front of her, listening to music on her iPod and taking notes on a history exam she had coming up. One minute she was there taking notes from the reference book before her, and the next, the all too familiar tingling in her scalp and the quicksilver flowing sensation of her mind blooming open and outward. Stretching wide and vast as the seeking left her to find that which it sought...
“Not afraid!” she cut in. Was suddenly angry and felt the need to strike at him, cut him with words and see him bleed for the misery she thought she suffered alone. “We all have it you say; did no one think to share this precious news with me? Am I not, n-not a-a part...”
He was there then. He simply got on the bed beside her and pulled her within the safety of his arms and held her. And let her cry it all out. When she finally lay still and drained against his chest, he still held her safe, kissed the top of her head, and spoke softly to her. His voice lulled her as he told her a tale of magic and ancient secrets passed down through their family since the beginning. She listened without a word and somewhere in the telling, she slept.
*****
Time passed.
Days fell heavy one after another until she’d almost convinced herself that recent happenings were only a figment of an overactive imagination. Even the night Tiarnán came to her room, nearly a month ago now, seemed surreal and foolish in the light of day. He’d told her to seek him out, if and when, she was ready, but nothing had happened at all since then and she’d grown complacent.
She had been sitting on a comfy chair at a small table in the library, with her books splayed out in front of her, listening to music on her iPod and taking notes on a history exam she had coming up. One minute she was there taking notes from the reference book before her, and the next, the all too familiar tingling in her scalp and the quicksilver flowing sensation of her mind blooming open and outward. Stretching wide and vast as the seeking left her to find that which it sought...
I stare at them through the window of Maxines and for a moment am startled when she stares straight into my eyes. But she’s not seeing me, just using the excuse to look out the window, as she fights for, yet loses, control of the tears that are slowly sliding down her cheeks. The man with her looks totally pissed off and even pushes back from the table in disgust when he realizes that she’s crying. He picks up a barely used serviette and shoves it in her hand and makes to rise while pulling his wallet free from his back pocket. I’m curious and before thinking about it, have pressed myself closer to the glass and through it...
Immediately I am assaulted by the aromas from their barely touched dinner, the musky scent of the red wine and the soft mood-music playing quietly in the background. These are all things I have never felt while seeking before. Or sensed, or have even been aware of before, but they go unnoticed as I am drawn to the couple in front of me. The restaurant is filled with diners, but they fade into the background too as my focus is locked. Just, on, them. Only them...
I know her, though it’s been awhile since I saw her last... She’s a friend of my brother Damon, they went out together for a long time and seemed happy
Immediately I am assaulted by the aromas from their barely touched dinner, the musky scent of the red wine and the soft mood-music playing quietly in the background. These are all things I have never felt while seeking before. Or sensed, or have even been aware of before, but they go unnoticed as I am drawn to the couple in front of me. The restaurant is filled with diners, but they fade into the background too as my focus is locked. Just, on, them. Only them...
I know her, though it’s been awhile since I saw her last... She’s a friend of my brother Damon, they went out together for a long time and seemed happy
enough, but then she just wasn’t around anymore. She sits there looking at the guy across from her now as a few tears still slide down her cheeks unchecked.
And looks beautifully broken.
She had reached out a hand as though to stop him, but whether from paying the bill, leaving or both I don’t know. Either way he is seated in his chair once more and after another angry look her way, is glaring through me, through the window, and into the darkness beyond.
Her name is Erin.
It escaped me for a moment. She’s the same age as Damon so she must be twenty-three. She’s tall even sitting, fragile of face with a stunning figure and always looked nice...she’s dressed up so pretty. But she looks sad now. Her big blue eyes filled with tears and fears and my heart aches for her. Yearns to wrap my arms around her and tell her it’ll be alright. Whatever it is, it’ll be alright, even as I see it won’t be.
He’s good looking too, or he would be if he lost the scowl. Looks older than her and he’s big too with wide shoulders, muscular like my brother’s. He finally looks back at her and speaks, his voice low, but the harsh angriness of it is grating and wrong in this atmosphere.
“Look, I don’t know what the hell it is you expect me to say or even how you expect me to feel about this Erin.” He hadn’t raised his voice, but the menace is
And looks beautifully broken.
She had reached out a hand as though to stop him, but whether from paying the bill, leaving or both I don’t know. Either way he is seated in his chair once more and after another angry look her way, is glaring through me, through the window, and into the darkness beyond.
Her name is Erin.
It escaped me for a moment. She’s the same age as Damon so she must be twenty-three. She’s tall even sitting, fragile of face with a stunning figure and always looked nice...she’s dressed up so pretty. But she looks sad now. Her big blue eyes filled with tears and fears and my heart aches for her. Yearns to wrap my arms around her and tell her it’ll be alright. Whatever it is, it’ll be alright, even as I see it won’t be.
He’s good looking too, or he would be if he lost the scowl. Looks older than her and he’s big too with wide shoulders, muscular like my brother’s. He finally looks back at her and speaks, his voice low, but the harsh angriness of it is grating and wrong in this atmosphere.
“Look, I don’t know what the hell it is you expect me to say or even how you expect me to feel about this Erin.” He hadn’t raised his voice, but the menace is
there, the fury curling from him in a smoky orange and red cloud. Shrouding and dripping from his words barely contained, and I shrink back, suddenly afraid for her.
“I...I didn’t think. I never meant for it to happen, truly I didn’t.”
A fork clatters by her plate as she knocks it carelessly against the side and she jumped in fright. Her aura is green with sharp tinges of yellow. Again she reaches for him, but he pulls back his hand.
“I need to get out of here.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls a set of keys free before dropping them unceremoniously on the table. “I can’t deal with you or this shit right now.”
He rubbed a tired hand through his hair and gave her a sad look, “You always do this to me, I just don’t understand you. Every time I think I have us figured out, and it’s going along great, you fucking do something crazy and I’m like—what the fuck just happened? How the hell did we get here? Or am I just supposed to go along with it? Forgive and forget? Why is that Erin? What the hell? We’ve talked about this, and I’ve been up front with you right from the start...”
“I know, ohhh please Luc, I’m sorry. It didn’t mean anything, please don’t just leave. Don’t leave me sitting here, I—I had to tell you, don’t you see?”
“I...I didn’t think. I never meant for it to happen, truly I didn’t.”
A fork clatters by her plate as she knocks it carelessly against the side and she jumped in fright. Her aura is green with sharp tinges of yellow. Again she reaches for him, but he pulls back his hand.
“I need to get out of here.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls a set of keys free before dropping them unceremoniously on the table. “I can’t deal with you or this shit right now.”
He rubbed a tired hand through his hair and gave her a sad look, “You always do this to me, I just don’t understand you. Every time I think I have us figured out, and it’s going along great, you fucking do something crazy and I’m like—what the fuck just happened? How the hell did we get here? Or am I just supposed to go along with it? Forgive and forget? Why is that Erin? What the hell? We’ve talked about this, and I’ve been up front with you right from the start...”
“I know, ohhh please Luc, I’m sorry. It didn’t mean anything, please don’t just leave. Don’t leave me sitting here, I—I had to tell you, don’t you see?”
“Why? Can you tell me that? Does it make you feel better unburdening yourself? That’s fucking rich that is! By the way Luc, your brother’s cock just happened to fall into my cunt, but it didn’t mean anything!”
He didn’t look so handsome now. Angry twin red streaks across his cheeks, eyes dark and blazing even as he kept his voice low and shrank her before my eyes. She was looking at her lap now, hands twisting restlessly as fat tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped upon them.
“You’re making a scene, for fuck’s sake, pull yourself together. I’m going. I can’t sit here and I’ll be damned if I even want to look at you right now. I’ll pay the check on my way out. Don’t expect me back Erin.”
And this time when she reaches out to him, he doesn’t stop or look back to where she sits and softly cries. I wish again I could hug her and on the thought reach out a hand to touch her wet cheek.
She starts suddenly, jerking back in surprise, almost knocking the chair over in her haste to rise...
And just like that, she’d been back in the library again and Damon of all people is sitting across from her. Watching and waiting.
“You were gone for awhile Rose, ye okay then?”
He didn’t look so handsome now. Angry twin red streaks across his cheeks, eyes dark and blazing even as he kept his voice low and shrank her before my eyes. She was looking at her lap now, hands twisting restlessly as fat tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped upon them.
“You’re making a scene, for fuck’s sake, pull yourself together. I’m going. I can’t sit here and I’ll be damned if I even want to look at you right now. I’ll pay the check on my way out. Don’t expect me back Erin.”
And this time when she reaches out to him, he doesn’t stop or look back to where she sits and softly cries. I wish again I could hug her and on the thought reach out a hand to touch her wet cheek.
She starts suddenly, jerking back in surprise, almost knocking the chair over in her haste to rise...
And just like that, she’d been back in the library again and Damon of all people is sitting across from her. Watching and waiting.
“You were gone for awhile Rose, ye okay then?”
She nodded. “Aye, I’ll be alright.” And swallowed. “Does it get easier? Can you stop it from happening? What if it happens when I’m crossing a road or something? Preparing food? Driving a car for Christ’s sake?” Her voice had risen on the last, a little hysterical. It seemed to hang between them, fractured like a shard of glass.
He didn’t speak. Just looked his solemn self and waited for her to calm once more.
“Well, tis always a possibility I guess, and we each have it slightly differently. But it’s the learning to control it and will it where ye want it to go, and not where it would take ye. That must be garnered and held tight within yer grasp Rose. Tis naught but yer fear that sets it free to wild roaming.” He stood and held out a hand to her, “Come with me, Da and the lads are waiting, it’s time lass.”
Rose stood and straightened her back with resolve, despite the terror and followed him out of the room and down the hallway to their Father’s study. The heavy door, ornately carved, stood open, and she could see them all as they waited inside. A part of her was frightened yes, yet something flamed to life within her too and grew bold. Reached outward with senses newly made, though bound by ancient lineage and tested over time. She felt like she’d been away from them all and suddenly she was home, surrounded. Protected, and here in this room the answers to all her questions would be heard and shared at last. No more would she feel alone, confused, and frightened by something that these men, her men; her Father and brothers shared with her. Her father stood from where he’d been seated behind his desk and moved around it to come to her and meet her halfway. Opening his arms as she walked into them, he drew her close and kissed her hair.
He didn’t speak. Just looked his solemn self and waited for her to calm once more.
“Well, tis always a possibility I guess, and we each have it slightly differently. But it’s the learning to control it and will it where ye want it to go, and not where it would take ye. That must be garnered and held tight within yer grasp Rose. Tis naught but yer fear that sets it free to wild roaming.” He stood and held out a hand to her, “Come with me, Da and the lads are waiting, it’s time lass.”
Rose stood and straightened her back with resolve, despite the terror and followed him out of the room and down the hallway to their Father’s study. The heavy door, ornately carved, stood open, and she could see them all as they waited inside. A part of her was frightened yes, yet something flamed to life within her too and grew bold. Reached outward with senses newly made, though bound by ancient lineage and tested over time. She felt like she’d been away from them all and suddenly she was home, surrounded. Protected, and here in this room the answers to all her questions would be heard and shared at last. No more would she feel alone, confused, and frightened by something that these men, her men; her Father and brothers shared with her. Her father stood from where he’d been seated behind his desk and moved around it to come to her and meet her halfway. Opening his arms as she walked into them, he drew her close and kissed her hair.
“There lass, it’ll be alright now, for this love, is just the beginning...”
