È vero?
Is It True?
This is as close as I can get to a correct translation.
I'm back! And with a new idea. Kinda. This is just because... I don't know I just went with it. I wrote this in a hurry, because the sooner I got this out of my system I would be able to work on my other stories. Mainly LVDLCdL. Yes there will be another chapter hopefully SOON!
I want to thank everyone who reviewed my first story. Wow! It's unbelievable but thank you for the positive feedback.
Not who you think it is... or is it exactly who you think?
If you read 'Les Voeux Dans Le Clair de Lune' then just go with the insanity once again.
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"Harrison!" He voiced.
There was a strange look on her face as his gaze or glare, as it would look like, met hers.
"Use my first name, dammit," she snapped at him.
He never called her 'Harrison' since they have been together. She use to like people using her last name. Recently, not that much.
He looked down at her and caressed her cheek softly with his fingertips.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. Staring intensely into her eyes, "I didn't realize I said that." He moved that much closer to get his point across. "I know how feel about it now, it shall never again pass through my lips." False sincerity in every word, as he flashed a dashing smile.
She pursed her lips and looked over at the wall to her right before her eyes gazed lovingly into his; her smile as delicate and beautiful as she was.
She fell for it, just like she always did. Like she always will. There's no one who could resisted him, and she was no exception.
He gave her a fleeting kiss before pulling her into a warm embrace. His routinely hidden smirk crossed his face as he buried it in her silky hair.
"I love you," she told him, her eyes closed, voice wavering the smallest bit. She had her head resting against his.
She relished the few moments they had alone together. The feel of his protecting arms wrapped around her.
He froze a bit at her words, his eyes grew wide. That was the first time she had spoken those three words to him. He didn't want to hurt her but didn't know if her could return a feeling so strong as love. She had been hurt before. He could crush her if he were to say the wrong thing to her.
She was waiting for an answer, her could tell. He composed himself before he looked upon her expectant face. Worry beginning to show and increase with each silent moment.
'Why not let her live in her fantasy while she still has it,' he thought as he saw that tears had formed in her anxiety fill eyes. She had just put her heart on the line, and now he was going smash it.
He placed a hand on either side of her face, his thumbs stopping the few escaped tears, and moved closer to her until his lips barely touched hers.
"I love you too," he murmured before gently kissing her. Then moving his forehead to touch hers. She let out a frustrated sigh and furrowed her brow.
She was getting tired of these simple light kisses he had been giving her. She wanted to feel all he had to give in just a kiss. There was raw passion inside him and she wanted it all to be forced onto her.
She grabbed his face forcefully, and gave him a bruising, lustful, carnal kiss. He could be so aggressive but with her, he was so tentative how he went about things.
This is what he needed, to see how much desire there really was in her. What she could offer him if he would let her take the lead even if it was only this one time.
He was shocked at the amount of fire that was between them. He then put all his focus into matching her fervency. He was so close to been lost in her.
A slight creek brought their attention to the door. A familiar figure stood before them. Perhaps too familiar to the pair.
Meeting her gaze, eventually someone found their voice. "Is that really you?" She asked staring at the woman before her.
"Okay, this isn't the best situation for me to see you again," she looked up at the man that was with her.
"What gave that away?" She spat. "The fact that I haven't heard from you in months or the fact that you're in bed with my boyfriend?" She looked as if she was ready to kill.
She turned her attention to the man who was desperately trying to separate himself from the woman below him. As she struggled with the sheets to cover her nakedness.
"How could you do this to me? I loved you." She said sadly as she turned and walked down the stairs not waiting to hear what explanation that he no doubt had for her.
Who do you think it is? It might be a little hard to figure out, maybe not, but please try. I want to know who you think it is. And what you think about it. Leave your leave your answer. I'll post the end of the chapter with the characters names. Happy thinking!