Her
By KatherineBud15
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He walked along a dark hallway towards a room flooded with light, the windows he passed showed the darkness outside and he could faintly hear the sound of the crickets.
As he drew nearer the light from the room flickered as a shadow passed by the door; he paused. He waited but a second and slowly inched his hand to grasp the door handle, he pushed gently and when he entered the room was filled with candlelight. There was a fire roaring in the grate, the scent of the room was a perfect spring flower and dash of Her. He glanced around his eyes searching, until they landed on the bed. She lay on her side in a white silky gown, her dark curly hair drooping off her shoulders as she smiled slyly at him. What a sight she is, he thought absently.
She rose gracefully off the bed and glided to him, her gown hugging each dip and curve of her body leaving nothing to his imagination. She bit her lip and it sent a shiver down his spine. She was close enough to touch but he resisted. He knew she was teasing him and it drove him crazy.
"Do I look lovely?" She asked softly, seductively. He was completely lost in her elegance and beauty, her sexiness. "Very, M'Lady." He replied. She glanced up at him and rose to her tippy toes to whisper, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Undress me." His head spun, his heart filled up, his loins burned, he could feel her teeth nibbling on his earlobe. He drew back to look into her eyes, then a sudden flash of bright light blinded him.
Athos slowly opened his eyes to the morning sun shining ever so brightly on his face. He turned and sighed then sat up. He absentmindedly rubbed his earlobe and could still feel the tingly spot where her teeth had been. He sighed once more and rose from bed; his head spinning and throbbing. He stumbled over to a bucket of water and knelt to dowse his head. He reemerged, head soaking, water dripping, but slightly more awake. He grabbed a cloth and dabbed his face. When he closed his eyes he saw Her.
Her face, her smile, her eyes. Mesmerizing and loving. Or so he had thought.
He rose and started putting his boots on but his necklace slipped from his shirt. He stopped and held it in his two fingers, gazing at it. He was once again reminded of the love and pain she had caused him. His heart ached with love at the remembrance of Her. He could almost smell her perfume cloaked on his skin… How could such a small simple thing hold so much pain and regret, and yet remind him of a love and desire that consumed his whole being. At the time he believed he had done his duty, but there were times when he wondered if he'd done the right thing. The one woman he had ever loved betrayed him, broke his heart twice and still.. Still he regretted her death. But those were very dark and rare moments. He dismissed the thought and put his necklace back underneath his shirt.
There never was a love like the one they had shared. 'And there never would be again.' He thought almost bitterly as he put his coat on. He sighed dragging a hand over his face. He reappeared composed and normal. Grabbing his hat he opened the front door and headed to the bar for a quick drink before starting the rest of the day. He was going to need it.
