Damien Hughes (D)
Deceased
Future Marquis d'Maurier; House Hughes
Son of Luc and Giselle Hughes. Former ship Captain
Posts: 597
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Post by Damien Hughes (D) on Jul 19, 2010 21:20:29 GMT -5
When she broke the kiss and gasped I stopped my hand, looking at her beautiful face as she looked up at me, my breathing quick. "Mirielle." I breathed softly, my hand moving away from her breast. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, this isn't what you need right now."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 19, 2010 22:08:41 GMT -5
He reacted stronger than I had, going so far as to apologize, to move back. I groaned softly as his hand left my breast, even though the rational, stable part of my head said that's what I needed; the physical part of me still longed for more.
My breath short, I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his again, so forward and brash that it made my cheeks color. "I can't.." I whispered against his lips, my fingers falling from his hair to his face, holding it. "I mean, I can't.. Not completely, not right now..." Not while I'm pregnant. I hoped he understood what I was trying to say, but I kissed him again, not wanting him to feel as if he should be ashamed for anything. My body sang for him, and I couldn't help but want more.
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Damien Hughes (D)
Deceased
Future Marquis d'Maurier; House Hughes
Son of Luc and Giselle Hughes. Former ship Captain
Posts: 597
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Post by Damien Hughes (D) on Jul 19, 2010 22:54:22 GMT -5
"Alright." I said a bit breathily, my mind shocked at this turn of events. I hadn't expected this, not in a thousand years! Mirielle had never had eyes for me and I had always wanted her. To be sitting here now, like this...
Of course I understood though, of course it would be hard with her, not only emotionally but physically. I would have done it if she had asked having no personal issues with the fact that she was with child. But considering it was another man's child, a man she loved and had been ripped away from her, I would never have pressed the subject. So I simply kissed her back, my hand returning to her breast and began to gently caress it, finding the nipple beneath her gown and plucked at it gently as we kissed.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 20, 2010 15:41:56 GMT -5
He seemed to understand, seemed to agree, and without either of us having to say another word, his mouth met mine, kissing me softly, gently, but with no less ardor than had been before. His hand returned to my breast and I moaned softly against his mouth, my nipple hardening instantly under his fingers, straining at the fabric. My hand came to his knee and I held to it as I parted my lips, opening my mouth for him, my tongue ever so gently sliding over his, my head tilting to the side in acceptance, in the want for more.
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Damien Hughes (D)
Deceased
Future Marquis d'Maurier; House Hughes
Son of Luc and Giselle Hughes. Former ship Captain
Posts: 597
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Post by Damien Hughes (D) on Jul 20, 2010 17:29:51 GMT -5
She kissed me back, moaning as I touched her, her nipple hardening quickly as I teased it. Oh gods I wanted her so badly, I wanted to touch her more, to pull her gown from her... but I couldn't. Damn. It wasn't that I overly cared she was with child, it didn't affect my attraction to her. And of course I would obey and keep my hand to myself, entirely based on the fact that Mirielle wasn't ready. But I cursed the fact that the moment was coming at a particularly bad time. I didn't want to loose the moment, for her to regret the kiss later, or for her to push it aside as if it were a moment of folly. I was afraid of what would happen when we stopped kissing because there was nothing left and I returned home without telling her how I felt.
At that point I was determined to not let that happen, I would stop when she needed me to stop, but I would not leave the house without telling her at least some of how I felt.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jul 29, 2010 0:22:45 GMT -5
I wasn't thinking of what I was doing, just.. doing it. Enjoying it, enjoying Damien. Damien... My breast was afire beneath his hand, my body craving for more for the first time in months, the first time since August, and a flash of guilt passed through me before I forced myself to let it go rather than fester. I had nothing to feel guilty for.. not with Damien. He was someone I knew, someone I trusted, someone who had always been there for me in one fashion or another. I shivered against his hand, my nipple aching with pleasure, my hand still upon his knee and gripping at it. My other hand moved to his face, cupping his cheek as I continually met his kiss with one of my own, my tongue meeting his, my lips matching his. For moments we stayed like that, and the need to have him pull my dresss down eventually made me draw back again. Shivering again, I rested my forehead against his, our mouths broken apart as I tried to catch my breath, my eyes closed. I didn't want to pull back just yet, but I knew I had to, that nothing else could happen at this point. "Damien," I whispered softly, opening my eyes as I leaned back some, my fingers caressing across his cheek.
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Damien Hughes (D)
Deceased
Future Marquis d'Maurier; House Hughes
Son of Luc and Giselle Hughes. Former ship Captain
Posts: 597
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Post by Damien Hughes (D) on Jul 29, 2010 0:29:19 GMT -5
She pulled back and part of me mourned the lose, part of me was happy she had or I would have not been able to stop myself. I looked back at her as she looked at me, her hand touching my face. "Mirielle." I said gently and leaned forward to press my face to her neck, just till I could control myself and my hardening member. After a moment I pulled back to look at her. "Gods Mirielle." I whispered. "I'm in love with you."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 1, 2010 16:01:00 GMT -5
His face against my neck, I turned my head just slightly so I could rest my cheek against his temple, but the moment of recuperation was shortened as he pulled back, his eyes serious as he gazed upon me.
Gods Mirielle. I'm in love with you.
It shocked me deeply, down to the center of my being, but part of that surprise was the flicker inside me, the part of me that had always known he'd cared for me for more than just a friend. He'd always been there, always behind, to the side, always watching. Quietly I reached and touched his face, then leaned and kissed him, my mouth touching his softly. I didn't know what to say; I couldn't say I loved him, not with Augusts babe in my stomach. Even thinking Augusts name brought stabs of pain to my heart, and hurriedly I pushed it away as I broke the kiss, my eyes on Damiens. "I care for you too," I whispered softly, my fingers on his cheek still. "But, the babe.. I can't.." I can't... Not while pregnant...
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Damien Hughes (D)
Deceased
Future Marquis d'Maurier; House Hughes
Son of Luc and Giselle Hughes. Former ship Captain
Posts: 597
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Post by Damien Hughes (D) on Aug 16, 2010 16:36:16 GMT -5
I wasn't sure what to think of her reply, other then it sobered me and I remembered myself. "Right, of course." I said gently and reached my hand up to cup her face. "I'm sorry Mirielle, I didn't mean to just... throw that out at you, I really didn't." I sighed gently, my hand still against her face, stroking my thumb over her cheek. "I... I think I should go, put some space between us." I gave her a little smile. "I really want to... to do this right, to talk to you about this properly. But I shouldn't, not when you're... you're carrying another's child." I pursed my lips for a moment and looked away before smiling sadly and looked to her again. I leaned forward and kissed her lips gently before pulling back. "I'll check up on you in a few days, we'll send letters and what not, just pretend like I didn't say anything to you. Then when the spring comes and you're ready, we'll talk." I rose and stood, but leaned over and kissed her forhead. "If that's alright with you."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Aug 25, 2010 12:21:12 GMT -5
Just like that, he backed off, giving me space without being upset at me for it. I was glad - I cared for Damien, but I needed time to think, time to breathe without feeling guilt. I didn't think my heart could handle that; I didn't think I could handle him in my life if he reacted like that.
All the same, I felt a little shiver pass through me as he kissed my lips, and I opened my eyes again to look at him, not even remembering closing them when he kissed me. I nodded, though before he could pull back fully and stand to leave, I caught his hand, holding it in both of mine. His fingers were so much larger than mine, rough like mens usually were, and I leaned once more to press my cheek against his.
"Don't be a stranger, Damien," I whispered before pulling back, giving him a soft smile. Squeezing his hands once more, I let go and moved to stand, the babe in my stomach blessedly quiet.
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