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Expressing Himself

"Miss Greythorne, look. What is he doing?" Merriman demanded.

Miss Greythorne leaned forward and peered through the binoculars curiously. Her eyebrows rose slightly as she watched Will's power explode across the land. "Expressing himself," she said calmly.

"Doesn't he know he'll exhaust his powers?" Merriman asked.

"You are not without your own lessons to learn, Merriman," she replied a trifle snappishly. Folding her arms she glared at him through bright hazel eyes. "He came to you, not for more warnings. He needed you simply to listen."

Merriman hesitated to reply as he glanced across the field towards where Will's power had dwindled. Glancing back at his long-time friend he sighed and said quietly, "We don't have time for this".

Miss Greythorne simply shrugged. "And when have we ever had time? He is a boy, boys need to express themselves. Something you never learned, I think."

Merriman's head snapped back around with a sharp glint in his eyes. Startled, Miss Greythorne took a step back, but she got no further before his arms snapped around her and hauled her up against him.

"Shall I show you how I express myself?" he rumbled. He gave her no chance to answer as he brought his lips to hers.

A faint squeak slipped from her lips as he captured them with his own. In all her life she had never been handled in such a way. She had always been strong-willed and forceful; a leader to those around her. But Merriman wasn't waiting for her to take the lead. His lips were hard against hers, stealing her breath and draining the strength from her limbs.

She could dimly feel one of his arms across her back, the palm of his hand resting on the curve of her spine and forcing her to mold her body to his larger frame. His other hand slipped up and curled into the loose coils of her hair, tilting her head to match his own.

A surge of warmth shot through Miss Greythorne and she gasped in surprise. Merriman quickly took advantage of her parted lips to deepen their kiss. Her hands fluttered up in surprise before falling to rest weakly against his shoulders.

She could feel the brush of his beard against her skin and the firm movement of his lips against hers. It felt as if time itself was spinning around her head, a sensation even more heady than stepping through time itself.

Reluctantly Merriman drew back and surveyed his captive. Her head hung limply against his hand, her auburn waves tousled. Her face was flushed; her breathing rapid and uneven. A soft flush covered her cheeks, and her lips were dark and swollen.

Smirking, he leaned forward and let his lips skim across her cheek to her ear. "That is how you express yourself" he whispered against her ear. Drawing back he smirked once more and strode towards the grounds, leaving Miss Greythorne to sag weakly against the railing as he headed for Will and the new sign.

Pressing a shaking hand against her heart, she drew in a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. Expressing himself indeed!