It was quiet. A good quiet. We just kind of existed together, filling in gaps of silence here or there, but neither of us forced the other to talk or act like it was necessary. This was somehow a compromise between the quiet I indulged in and the noise of loads of other people being around
( ... )
I smile at him and wipe my hands off, setting the towel down on the counter before making my way past him and up to the room that he insisted that I take
( ... )
Sitting down in one of the chairs like an old man - was I ever glad she wasn't around to see that - I waited for the sound of her footsteps to return, scenting the tomato sauce and spices. I listened to the sound of the shower turn on and off shortly after, soft footsteps padding around her room, the one we'd managed to clean up together
( ... )
I brought the large bowl of pasta to the table and went back to pull out the toasted bread from the warmer. "I didn't know if you h-had candles," I tell him, putting the mixture of chopped tomatoes and cheese on the toast slices. I knew better than to verbally argue with him when he gets up for the candles, coming back and lighting them around the table.
The lights flickered and dimmed again as the last candle was lit. "It's all about timing," I joke weakly, shifting slightly when he mentions turning the lights out. "Alright." It'll keep the bulbs from bursting if the power goes out. I find myself blushing when i bring over glasses and stand next to him at the table. "You set a good table, I w-wasn't sure what you wanted to drink..." I gesture to the fridge for him to pick out what he wanted since he was standing and being stubborn still.
I walk over to the stove and made sure everything was shut off and the rest of the sauce was covered. "I think we're all set." I turn and smile at him, feeling content. Cooking always did that for
I keep my eyes locked to his, even as I feel his finger hook into the strap of my dress, moving it just enough to run his fingers over my skin. My body feels like a tuning fork, humming under his touch and I find myself almost gasping when he replaces the strap
( ... )
The kiss ends and I’m helpless not to do as she asks, a hunger rising inside me that has lain dormant for months. Has been forcefully denied at every turn, but just the word 'need' from her lips and I have to kiss her, kiss her deeply, hungrily, hand roaming over her back, fingers tightening in her hair.
The soft material of her dress is like fire under my fingers, and I have to wonder what her skin must feel like beneath it. Moaning and letting her go, I tease her lip between my teeth, not ready to let her go, but sensing a need for air.
“Tara,” I murmur, mouth brushing over her jaw, briefly - very briefly - down her neck to that shoulder I wanted to kiss before. This time I let the strap slip down, exposing her shoulder. It’s just a kiss at first, then a nip to her collarbone, a lick to soothe the bite, and I find myself pressing her closer.
"Want you," I confess, a raspy whisper next to her ear.
My back arches just slightly as I feel his lips trail over my jaw, my head tipping back to expose my neck and shoulder more to him. "Oh god," I whisper, feeling him lower the strap to my dress again, exposing my skin to his lips as my breathing became harder.
Angel's confession leaves me weak in the knees, my mind unable to comprehend his words into a clear thought and I swallow thickly, my eyes tightly closed as I was pressed against the sink and beautifully trapped against him.
"I..." His lips are so close to my ear and I find myself moaning softly, finally untangling my fingers from his shirt to find their way over his shoulder and into his hair. It's all too much and not enough at the same time. I want to run away scared and I'm too scared to run away.
I let my actions of not pulling away signal to him that I don't want him to stop, that this isn't too much for me. I'm afraid of what I want and I'm afraid of what'll happen if I move from this spot. "Please..."
Then why? I hear myself wanting to ask. I don't even know what I've done wrong, but I know it's something and I know it's irreversible and there's nothing I can do. I stay silent, letting her leave, slink away
( ... )
Donnie is after me again, another drunken night where I get to be his punching bag - or worse - while Mamma is out of town and my father ignores me. I don't know why my father ever stuck around, even if it was only to be waited on hand and foot.
As much as I love my mother, I will never understand why she stayed with him and in a marrage that is obviously making her miserable.
"Where are you? You know you ain't hidin' from me. You do and you know what's gonna happen to you Tara. It's gonna be the buckle this time."
There was weight on me and for a moment I froze, too scared to move and struggle away and frightened of what would happen if I didn't. The scent of the weight pulls me from my nightmare and it's friendly and warm, comforting. I know it's not mamma and after a moment I know who it is.
Angel.
"Stay," I cry, still half in my dazed sleep. "Don't let them find me."
"Right here. Shh... That's my girl," I murmur, holding her gently, letting her touch as many parts of me as I could. "Shh..." I stroked her hair, and held her not about to get up and move now
( ... )
My eyes shot open and I gasped, looking around at the dimly lit room and realized there I was. Memories and scattered whispers fill my mind and I can almost swear that Angel had been here but there aren't any signs of him in my room
( ... )
I listen quietly as she talks, still doing the protector holding, petting thing, nodding when it's required. I'm not quite sure what to say yet, I'll think of something.
Protection spell makes sense now, the symbols swimming together in my head fall into the proper order, and I wonder why I didn't see it in the first place.
Rubbing her back as she tries get out the right words, I turn things over in my head. If they're just humans, we can definitely do something about this. If they're not, then all the better, I can just kill them, or hurt them a whole lot.
"You won't. You won't," I murmur, leaning absently to kiss her hair. "Not if I can help it. You'll be safe, and you'll have your own life to live." Not stuck here with me in the dark. I can give her that at least
( ... )
"I like my life here," with you I whisper, resting against him as my body felt nothing but drained. Now if only the nightmares would stop; they always start when I start to feel even the least bit happy and I wish it would stop.
My fingers thread through his easily and I let him lead me up the stairs and into the lobby. "Tea would be nice." I smile and blush as I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. "Saw some English tea when I was cleaning before..."
Angel thanks me and I pause, looking up at him and wondering why and how he was the way he is. I've never met someone like him and I don't think I will again, the temptation to tell him that is there but those words don't pass my lips. Other's do. "No. Thank you."
I feel him pull me back into his arms and I stay there as we make our way up the stairs, letting him occupy me and my thoughts from everything that was going on.
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The lights flickered and dimmed again as the last candle was lit. "It's all about timing," I joke weakly, shifting slightly when he mentions turning the lights out. "Alright." It'll keep the bulbs from bursting if the power goes out. I find myself blushing when i bring over glasses and stand next to him at the table. "You set a good table, I w-wasn't sure what you wanted to drink..." I gesture to the fridge for him to pick out what he wanted since he was standing and being stubborn still.
I walk over to the stove and made sure everything was shut off and the rest of the sauce was covered. "I think we're all set." I turn and smile at him, feeling content. Cooking always did that for
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The soft material of her dress is like fire under my fingers, and I have to wonder what her skin must feel like beneath it. Moaning and letting her go, I tease her lip between my teeth, not ready to let her go, but sensing a need for air.
“Tara,” I murmur, mouth brushing over her jaw, briefly - very briefly - down her neck to that shoulder I wanted to kiss before. This time I let the strap slip down, exposing her shoulder. It’s just a kiss at first, then a nip to her collarbone, a lick to soothe the bite, and I find myself pressing her closer.
"Want you," I confess, a raspy whisper next to her ear.
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Angel's confession leaves me weak in the knees, my mind unable to comprehend his words into a clear thought and I swallow thickly, my eyes tightly closed as I was pressed against the sink and beautifully trapped against him.
"I..." His lips are so close to my ear and I find myself moaning softly, finally untangling my fingers from his shirt to find their way over his shoulder and into his hair. It's all too much and not enough at the same time. I want to run away scared and I'm too scared to run away.
I let my actions of not pulling away signal to him that I don't want him to stop, that this isn't too much for me. I'm afraid of what I want and I'm afraid of what'll happen if I move from this spot. "Please..."
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As much as I love my mother, I will never understand why she stayed with him and in a marrage that is obviously making her miserable.
"Where are you? You know you ain't hidin' from me. You do and you know what's gonna happen to you Tara. It's gonna be the buckle this time."
There was weight on me and for a moment I froze, too scared to move and struggle away and frightened of what would happen if I didn't. The scent of the weight pulls me from my nightmare and it's friendly and warm, comforting. I know it's not mamma and after a moment I know who it is.
Angel.
"Stay," I cry, still half in my dazed sleep. "Don't let them find me."
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Protection spell makes sense now, the symbols swimming together in my head fall into the proper order, and I wonder why I didn't see it in the first place.
Rubbing her back as she tries get out the right words, I turn things over in my head. If they're just humans, we can definitely do something about this. If they're not, then all the better, I can just kill them, or hurt them a whole lot.
"You won't. You won't," I murmur, leaning absently to kiss her hair. "Not if I can help it. You'll be safe, and you'll have your own life to live." Not stuck here with me in the dark. I can give her that at least ( ... )
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My fingers thread through his easily and I let him lead me up the stairs and into the lobby. "Tea would be nice." I smile and blush as I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. "Saw some English tea when I was cleaning before..."
Angel thanks me and I pause, looking up at him and wondering why and how he was the way he is. I've never met someone like him and I don't think I will again, the temptation to tell him that is there but those words don't pass my lips. Other's do. "No. Thank you."
I feel him pull me back into his arms and I stay there as we make our way up the stairs, letting him occupy me and my thoughts from everything that was going on.
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