A/N: Hey everyone! I wrote this short story based on a poem entitled "Porphyria's Lover" by Robert Browning. I've been thinking about writing a short story based on this poem for some time now and I finally decided to sit down and do it. I hope you all enjoy!
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Minerva's Lover
It had been a rather dark and stormy night and there was no sign of it ceasing. I had spent the entire day sitting on the sofa staring at the fire waiting for her to arrive. She was out of my reach; She belonged to another but she didn't want to belong to him. She wanted me or so she would say when she was in my bed. But how could I be sure if she would always leave my bed for his? Was I not good enough for her? I may be a former student but that doesn't mean that we can't be together; Society has decided that a relationship like ours is morally wrong and should be frowned upon. I've been sitting here staring at the fire thinking about how I could possibly keep her from the world; how to make her mine and mine alone.
Then the door opened and she walked into the house. She was drenched from head to toe which caused her cloak and shawl to cling to her curves. The curves that have haunted me all day long; she was someone else's but mine for the time being. I had to make her mine and mine alone.
She must have noticed the chill that hung in the air because she walked over to the fireplace and added more wood to the fire, causing the room to instantly burst with warmth. Once the fire was well taken care of she took her hat off and untied her damp hair causing it to fall all around her. Her raven hair was often held prisoner during the day but now when she was alone with me it was down free. She sat down beside me and began to tell me of her day; her day at the school where he enslaved her to do his dirty work. But when she noticed I wasn't paying attention she called my name but there was no reply for I was thinking of how to make her mine and mine alone.
She touched my face in the delicate way that only she knew how to do that was overly motherly and then took my arm and wrapped it around her waist. She laid her head on my shoulder causing her hair to become displaced which bared her silky white shoulder for my eyes to feast upon. For this small amount of time she was mine but she could never truly be mine alone when he was expecting her return.
I needed to make her mine and mine alone. She laid there whispering how she loved me but it was all in vain. We've been sitting here all night staring into the fire but her eyes are unfocused and glossed over for she's been gone for over three hours. Tonight she gave herself to me forever when I looked into her eyes while I had her hair wrapped around her perfect throat I saw in her eyes happiness and devotion and since then she has not uttered a word. He will never have her again because tonight she has become mine and mine alone.
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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this even though it is rather dark. Please leave a review!