So I wrote this in English haha while watching Julius Caesar …. Yes, I can multi-task very well :)
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No one has ever loved me. Not my father, not even my sister. No…. no one has ever loved me. And now, here is this gorgeous man, this prince that loves… me. I can't believe it! Maybe if he holds me just a little tighter, kisses me just a little harder, I'll believe that he is actually here with me. That he actually wants me, a green witch of a girl.
I have to admit, I'm kind of a romantic. I've had to have something to keep me company for… well my entire life. Glinda only thought I was reading "boring old school books" back at Shiz. In all actuality, I was reading one of Oz's greatest romance novelists Rose Phoenix's vast supply of get-aways. But none of those stories could ever amount to the feeling I have right now as he runs his fingers through my ebony tresses, feeling the filth and yet not caring a clock's-tick. I love the way he looks at me as if I'm the only person he wants to see for the rest of his life. And when he kisses my forehead, a strange warmth rises in my body.
Then he runs his lips down my face and across my cheek to my lips. Even after over twenty kisses this one night, there is still a spark of excitement. I try to urge him further, scared that he would come to his senses and leave me, never to have this chance again. Scared that no man would ever touch me again, let alone caress me and be gentle with me like he was right now. He chuckles at my eagerness but pulls away, kissing my forehead once again. "No, Fae…" he whispered. Butterflies stir in my stomach at the pet name. Then, realizing the rejection, the butterflies turned to stone. I pull away and walk across the clearing trying to compose myself. I must not cry. It was stupid to think that he actually wants me. "I'm sorry, Fiyero. I don't know what I was thinking."
"Fae," he whispers gently as he wraps his arms around me, suffocating me in a tight, intoxicating hug."Don't get me wrong, I want this," a kiss to my ear, "I want this more than you know. But I don't want our first time to be out of terror and the need to feel alive. I want to make love to you not ravage you, although that sounds good too," his eyes grow a little darker, but he shakes himself both physically and mentally. He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, "I want our first time to be in a soft comfy bed, with me making sweet, sweet love to you." I instantly race through all the spells I have memorized disappointed that I don't have one for a soft comfy bed. I smile into one last kiss before we lie down on my cape. "Why, Yero, my hero, I believe you do have a brain after all," I yawn before settling into his chest for a nice long rest.
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