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Wicked innocence
Chapter 1.
Europe 1345.
"Please you have to help me," the young woman looked up at Catherine with pleading eyes.
"I am sorry, but I can't," said Catherine, looking back at her.
"He'll leave me and go back to her, isn't there anything you can do," she begged.
Catherine took a deep breath before walking into her house and came back with a bottle saying, "Slip some of this in his drink, when he drinks and then look at you you will be the only woman he desires."
"Thank you, thank you so much," said the woman and hurried away.
Catherine sighed as quickly put on a wrap before she picked her little girl up from the crib and said, "We have to hurry so we won't be late for church, and hopefully the new priest will let us in."
The young girl didn't say much, she just smiled at her mother. Catherine locked up their house and headed for the town's church.
When she came to the church the people there were looking at her as usual, like she was crazy or was carrying a gruesome disease. The young woman sighed as she neared the entrance to the church only to hear them yell, "Get away you don't belong here, and go back to hell where you came from."
The strawberry blonde sighed as she slowly turned to walk away when she heard someone say, "Wait."
She turned only to look upon the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She gasped as she looked at the young priest in front of her, his curly hair in the color of salt and pepper. She looked at him with insecure eyes saying, "Yes."
"You live in this town right?" he said, looking at the woman opposite him, holding a little girl. She couldn't be more than three at most.
"I do yes," Catherine answered him.
"Well then you are happy to come to church, I was just about to start the service," he said, gesturing for her to come inside.
Catherine followed and sat down on a bench on one of the back rows. Everyone seemed to sit down as far away from her as they could. She sighed heavily looking up at the new priest that was starting the service, trying to ignore some of the looks they gave her.
As the service continued Grissom was eying the young woman with the little girl. The young girl was plundering happily and her mother was paying attention to what he was saying, unlike some of the other church goers.
He saw the looks they were giving her, none of them friendly, it was clear that she was an outcast and most likely the woman he was sent to find. He however could not find anything wrong with her at the time. In his eyes the young woman looked pretty harmless.
The rumors would however has it that she was a witch and he was sent there to find out if it was the truth or not. One of the reasons people seemed to think so was that her husband had died in unnatural circumstances. Grissom sighed not knowing how to go about the case. Slowly he ended his service and watched as everyone left. The young woman was the last to leave and by the looks of it she was praying before doing so. This was something he found odd as if she was witch she should not pray to the lord; then again she had come to church so she had to be a believer. Or was that just a cover?
Grissom shook his head before leaving the church as well to go home to what should be just that in the following period of time.
It was a few weeks later that Grissom accidentally ran into Catherine on the town marked causing her to drop all she was carrying. Grissom quickly bent down to help her pick it up as he apologized for running into her. Catherine of course did the same before hurrying away from him.
It was only moments later he discovered he had one of her parcels in his hand and hurried in the direction she had gone, only to find out she was not there anymore. He quickly got what he came for before going home with it all.
He however wanted to return the parcel to Catherine meaning he needed to find where she actually lived. He sighed as he went to Nick, one of the men helping him out at the church and asked, "This Catherine Willows woman, what do you know about her?"
"Why?" asked Nick with a frown.
"Well I accidentally ran into her at the marked and she dropped something, I wish to return it, but I don't know where she lives or anything like that," said Grissom honestly.
"Well she lives a bit outside of town because as you know people don't seem to like her," said Nick honest.
"Any idea why?" Grissom asked, looking at the younger man.
"Her husband died under suspicious circumstances a little over a year ago, and it is said she's playing with dark magic. I think it is all just talk as she seems harmless to me," Nick answered.
"Any idea how to get to her house?" Grissom asked, having a feeling that Nick had been there before.
"I'll take you there, but please don't be too rough on her, she's having troubles enough as it is," said Nick.
Grissom nodded wondering what he meant by that as he slowly followed the young man, while he changed the subject of their conversation to something more pleasant.
About twenty minutes later the two men stood in front of a cottage and Nick said, "Here."
Grissom saw that Catherine just then came out of the door with a basket of laundry and yelled out for her. The young woman looked at him with shocked eyes, almost dropping the basket she was holding.
"Reverend what are you doing here?" she asked, looking at him suspicious eyes, before turning to Nick and say, "How is your mother?"
"Much better, thank you for asking, I better go," he said, and quickly leaving the two of them.
Catherine looked at the man standing across for her, wondering what he wanted. Grissom looked back at the strawberry blonde, her blue eyes shining with hostility. He had almost forgotten why he came there in the first place, when he realized he was still holding the parcel.
"You lost this," he finally managed to say, as he handed it over.
"Thank you, I was wondering where it had run off to," she said, putting the laundry basket down to come and get it from him.
"Do you need help with that?" he asked, nodding towards the laundry.
She sighed, nodding without saying anything. Grissom smiled at her as they both went over to the basket and slowly started to hang it on some treads going between the trees.
Grissom couldn't help but to look at the different clothes hanging on the different treads, all from dresses to lingerie. And there was nothing bad in that department as it all seemed brand new. In between there were also clothes for her daughter, making Grissom by curiosity ask, "How old is she?"
"Who?" she asked back rather confused.
"Your daughter," said Grissom.
"Three," said Catherine.
"She's cute," he said, thinking that she was as beautiful as her mother.
Catherine didn't answer, just looked at the man opposite her, she couldn't help but to feel attracted to him. She however quickly shook it off as she asked, "What about you then, any children?"
"No, you may say I never met the right woman to settle with," he said with a heavy sigh.
"Can I offer you a cup of herbal tea?" she said, gesturing towards the door.
"Why not, I still have some time to spare," he said and smiled at her.
She nodded, but it still looked like she doubted a little by asking him to join her inside.
Grissom was never really quite sure how he ended up in bed with Catherine that afternoon. Maybe it was the tea, maybe it was the essence of the cottage, or her blue depths. Whatever the reason was he ended up in her bed, making love to her, not only once but three times, before he lay there, just caressing her soft skin as she slept peacefully right next to him.
As the night slowly neared the cottage the couple slowly woke up. Grissom was looking at her with tender eyes, trying to figure her out. He felt intoxicated by her being and it was like time and space did not matter anymore. His lips slowly started to investigate her slender body making her moan.
"Please stop," she whispered beneath another moan.
"I didn't hurt you earlier did I?" his voice was filled with concern.
"No, but we should not have done that, I hardly even know you," she said, carefully letting a hand stroke through his hair.
"Or I you, but that doesn't change the fact that we did what we did and I still want you," he said, kissing just the right spot on her neck, making her scream out to him.
His fingers were squeezing her erected nipple making her arch up hard, panting, letting her nails dig into his backside. His lips let go of her delicious neck only to suck on her other nipple, making it impossible for her to deny him anymore. He adjusted his body just enough to let his cock penetrate her with all his might, going deeper and deeper into her while he was almost swallowing on her breast.
"Faster," she panted as her juices were dripping onto the madras beneath them both.
He didn't need to be begged twice, driving faster into her core, feeling her vaginal walls clinch around his hardness before he again let his juices spray into her, filling her up once more.
Grissom carefully retracted making more of their mix fluids to wet her sheets. Carefully he stroked her cheek, and then he kissed her. Maybe it was this or the act itself that made silent tears run from her eyes, as suddenly she seemed to go from pleasured to devastate.
"Catherine..?" he questioned concerned.
"We really shouldn't have done any of this; I mean I shouldn't have let you do any of this. For all we know I can have ended up pregnant due to all of this. I do not particularly mind considering I do like you even after this short period of time. The trouble is that I do believe you are here to check me out then report back to someone and have them end my days. But tell me dearest Gilbert, if I am pregnant with your child and knowing about my daughter can you then watch me die?" She said before she fell completely apart in his arms.
"I for sure wouldn't mind if we made a child, and I am sorry to admit that you are right. I am here to find out if the rumors about you are in fact true. That you are a witch. If that is a fact which I believe to be true for many reasons I will do my best to save you and that little girl. Should I however fail I give you my word that I will raise her and the end result of this if there is any. I will however be devastated by sorrow if my superiors are to end your days, my dearest strawberry witch," he whispered as he pulled her even closer.
"You would really try to save me even if that would cost you your job?" she asked him a bit surprised.
"Of course I would, but let us not worry about that right now, as you need rest," he said as he tried to calm her.
"If I do happen to sleep, will you promise not to leave me?" she asked, scared that he would not be there when she woke up.
"I promise," he said in a very serious tone, gently kissing her lips.
She looked at him once more before closing her eyes, knowing he was telling the truth, even if they hadn't know each other for very long. If nothing else he at least for then gave her what she needed, love and feeling of being safe.
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