Until Death Do Us Part SamKrux2
Chapter 1
Marguerite Krux sighed happily. Reclining on the beach chair John Roxton had made for her, she giggled, and hated herself for it. The two of them weren't needed at the tree house for another three days, and they desperately needed time alone together.
"Well, what do you think of going for a swim?" Roxton asked as he came up behind her.
Marguerite smiled. "Mmm, sounds good to me."
Roxton was surprised by her answer. Their relationship had taken a huge step since their time in the cave, but he never expected her to be so relaxed. He did like it, and intended to take full advantage of it.
He took her hand and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her closer, breathing in the scent of her hair. She melted in his arms, as she always did.
He stroked her back as he spoke, "I wonder..."
Roxton's voice was cut off by a loud crash off to the side. They ran to see what had happened, guns ready. From behind the small alcove, a man who looked slightly younger than Roxton emerged.
"Who the hell are you?" Marguerite asked, her pistol pointed at him steadily.
"My name is Calvin Branston, or if you wish, anybody you want me to be." He bowed in her direction and smiled when he rose.
Immediately, Roxton did not like him. He never liked seeing other men look at her that way, especially after the two of them had just admitted their feelings. However, Marguerite didn't think the same way, but she was not flirting like she usually would.
"My name is Marguerite Krux and this is Lord John Roxton. Now would you mind telling me what you were doing before I shoot you?"
Hearing this statement, Roxton couldn't suppress a chuckle. Marguerite heard him and shot him a look. Not one of her usual annoyed looks, but a clever smile that said enough of what she thought of their new acquaintance.
"I heard voices coming from this direction and came to investigate. My tribe, the Ronta, does not come to this region of the plateau, so I was alone. I came on a mining expedition many years ago, when I was very young. Beasts killed the rest of the group and the Ronta found me and accepted me. We are in alliance with the Vantu; they don't kill us as long as we give them prisoners. They had warned us of a groups from the outside world days ago and I left to find you." He explained "We asked what you were doing, not for your life story!" Roxton snarled.
Marguerite pulled him away from Branston, "Excuse us." Once they were out of earshot, she spoke. "Roxton, he may know a way off the plateau, so behave! I don't want to ruin our chances of leaving. Again!" she added.
Roxton sighed and looked at her thoughtfully. "I don't like the way he looks at you. He walks in on us and is hitting on you. IN FRONT OF ME!!! I don't like it!"
Marguerite moved in a bit closer. "If it makes you feel any better, I would rather see him eaten by a raptor. I only have eyes for you." She purred in the way only she could. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled on his ear. "Don't worry, if he keeps hitting on he I'll punch him or something. Besides, I can think of a few ways to get you back into a good mood. I'm sure you won't have any objections."
Roxton smiled and held her close as she moved in to kiss him, but before she could, Branston cleared his throat loudly.
"You might as well stay here with us for the night. Our camp is set up and everything is already taken care of. We aren't planning on going back to our home here on the plateau in a few days." Marguerite said flatly as she pulled away from Roxton. She was delighted to feel his arms stay around her waist.
"Miss Krux, I thank you. A woman of your kindness and beauty should not go unrecognized." He slyly replied and kissed her hand.
He didn't even see the fist in his face before he fell. He was on the ground, unconscious. Marguerite turned and kissed a startled Roxton's cheek. If the Lord knew anything at all, it was that Marguerite Krux was as good as her word.
Branston woke at nightfall. Across from him, Marguerite was sleeping peacefully, unaware of his plans for her. He sighed, she was like no woman he had ever met, and he intended to make her feel the same way about him.
"Ahem!"
Branston turned to see Lord Roxton sitting by the small fire with his rifle. 'Keeping watch over Miss Krux.' He sat up and knew Roxton was still staring at him with a look of pure hatred.
"What? What the hell is your problem?"
"You," John growled. "I don't care who you say you are or where you came from. I'm not letting anything or anybody hurt her!"
Branston was confused. "Her? Oh, her." He looked at marguerite and smiled. "I can see why you want to protect her. She is beautiful, but don't worry, old boy. She'll be perfectly safe with ..."
Marguerite stirred and the men immediately focused their attention back to her. Roxton didn't like Branston. He was openly staring at her and he wouldn't allow him to ruin his chance with her. He walked over to Marguerite and whispered in her ear. She opened her eyes and smiled.
Branston couldn't hear the conversation between the couple and he didn't care. 'Soon, my love, you won't care about Lord Roxton. Nothing will be in our way. I knew when I saw you in a dream you were perfect. He won't matter anymore; I'll save you. Soon, my love. Soon'
End Chapter 1 please r/r
Chapter 1
Marguerite Krux sighed happily. Reclining on the beach chair John Roxton had made for her, she giggled, and hated herself for it. The two of them weren't needed at the tree house for another three days, and they desperately needed time alone together.
"Well, what do you think of going for a swim?" Roxton asked as he came up behind her.
Marguerite smiled. "Mmm, sounds good to me."
Roxton was surprised by her answer. Their relationship had taken a huge step since their time in the cave, but he never expected her to be so relaxed. He did like it, and intended to take full advantage of it.
He took her hand and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her closer, breathing in the scent of her hair. She melted in his arms, as she always did.
He stroked her back as he spoke, "I wonder..."
Roxton's voice was cut off by a loud crash off to the side. They ran to see what had happened, guns ready. From behind the small alcove, a man who looked slightly younger than Roxton emerged.
"Who the hell are you?" Marguerite asked, her pistol pointed at him steadily.
"My name is Calvin Branston, or if you wish, anybody you want me to be." He bowed in her direction and smiled when he rose.
Immediately, Roxton did not like him. He never liked seeing other men look at her that way, especially after the two of them had just admitted their feelings. However, Marguerite didn't think the same way, but she was not flirting like she usually would.
"My name is Marguerite Krux and this is Lord John Roxton. Now would you mind telling me what you were doing before I shoot you?"
Hearing this statement, Roxton couldn't suppress a chuckle. Marguerite heard him and shot him a look. Not one of her usual annoyed looks, but a clever smile that said enough of what she thought of their new acquaintance.
"I heard voices coming from this direction and came to investigate. My tribe, the Ronta, does not come to this region of the plateau, so I was alone. I came on a mining expedition many years ago, when I was very young. Beasts killed the rest of the group and the Ronta found me and accepted me. We are in alliance with the Vantu; they don't kill us as long as we give them prisoners. They had warned us of a groups from the outside world days ago and I left to find you." He explained "We asked what you were doing, not for your life story!" Roxton snarled.
Marguerite pulled him away from Branston, "Excuse us." Once they were out of earshot, she spoke. "Roxton, he may know a way off the plateau, so behave! I don't want to ruin our chances of leaving. Again!" she added.
Roxton sighed and looked at her thoughtfully. "I don't like the way he looks at you. He walks in on us and is hitting on you. IN FRONT OF ME!!! I don't like it!"
Marguerite moved in a bit closer. "If it makes you feel any better, I would rather see him eaten by a raptor. I only have eyes for you." She purred in the way only she could. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled on his ear. "Don't worry, if he keeps hitting on he I'll punch him or something. Besides, I can think of a few ways to get you back into a good mood. I'm sure you won't have any objections."
Roxton smiled and held her close as she moved in to kiss him, but before she could, Branston cleared his throat loudly.
"You might as well stay here with us for the night. Our camp is set up and everything is already taken care of. We aren't planning on going back to our home here on the plateau in a few days." Marguerite said flatly as she pulled away from Roxton. She was delighted to feel his arms stay around her waist.
"Miss Krux, I thank you. A woman of your kindness and beauty should not go unrecognized." He slyly replied and kissed her hand.
He didn't even see the fist in his face before he fell. He was on the ground, unconscious. Marguerite turned and kissed a startled Roxton's cheek. If the Lord knew anything at all, it was that Marguerite Krux was as good as her word.
Branston woke at nightfall. Across from him, Marguerite was sleeping peacefully, unaware of his plans for her. He sighed, she was like no woman he had ever met, and he intended to make her feel the same way about him.
"Ahem!"
Branston turned to see Lord Roxton sitting by the small fire with his rifle. 'Keeping watch over Miss Krux.' He sat up and knew Roxton was still staring at him with a look of pure hatred.
"What? What the hell is your problem?"
"You," John growled. "I don't care who you say you are or where you came from. I'm not letting anything or anybody hurt her!"
Branston was confused. "Her? Oh, her." He looked at marguerite and smiled. "I can see why you want to protect her. She is beautiful, but don't worry, old boy. She'll be perfectly safe with ..."
Marguerite stirred and the men immediately focused their attention back to her. Roxton didn't like Branston. He was openly staring at her and he wouldn't allow him to ruin his chance with her. He walked over to Marguerite and whispered in her ear. She opened her eyes and smiled.
Branston couldn't hear the conversation between the couple and he didn't care. 'Soon, my love, you won't care about Lord Roxton. Nothing will be in our way. I knew when I saw you in a dream you were perfect. He won't matter anymore; I'll save you. Soon, my love. Soon'
End Chapter 1 please r/r