Note: This is a response to Mickey's Announcement Challenge. I saved it on
my hard drive not to lose it . So here it at least the first part of it. I
hopefully will be able to finish it before leaving for UK on Monday next
week (UK till 17th than up from 18th Ireland)
Rating: Not really sure yet .. between PG13 first part// I am not sure
about part 2 yet
Author: Mary Eve Parker
Part: One of Two
Greatest Reward
October 24
I was standing there watching him sleep and it was only him and me. He was asleep, calmly not having one of his bad nightmares, just sitting there - his eyes closes making soft sleeping noises.
After years of chasing and hunting I had found him and what did he do? I was asleep and I caught him. I was wearing a pair of dark blue Levis and a simple dark red silk blouse, the weapon still in my hand, watching him. He looked like an angel. His head rested against the backrest and his mouth was softly opened. No Jarod wasn't snoring. He was just making these cute little sounds.
And me? I was standing there the weapon in my right hand the other one on my hip thinking what to do. Nobody had ever told me what to do with him when I would have found him. I couldn't shot him, my good education and the little faith my mum had left in my resisted against it but what shall I do. I couldn't wake him now, it wouldn't be fair. He had always been the one of us with the bad night mares, so I couldn't disturb a nice one now.
Was he dreaming of me? Maybe . hopefully. If there would be anybody to talk to, it would be more than a wonderful event. Sydney is lovely and a good friend but I could never talk to him about my intimate life. Broots? Well.. my cute diary he would get a hard on if I would tell him that I would love to get intimate with a man again - the first man since Thomas had left me. But it wouldn't be fair to talk to him about things like that.
And now I was here, standing in front of the most gorgeous man I had ever met and he knew how good he was looking in one of this tight black jeans and the matching black rip muscle shirt which let me see some of his dark chest hair. Hell he was good looking and so cute.
Can I sit down next to him? Would it be right?
I sat down next to him and let my weapon rest on the coffee table next to my legs. Don't ask me how it happened or when but somewhere when I was sitting there I felt his arm around my shoulder and my head resting against his chest, one hand on his tight. I could feel his heart beat.
Hell he smelt like a god. He was a god. My god. He was everything I ever needed and I couldn't tell him. I would risk my created life a way to much. Oh Mamma, if you could just be there to help me - it would mean so much to me. But you are away, left me with all my troubles and a not existing family here on earth. But Jarod? Just feeling his warm hand around my shoulder could stop all that without even thinking about it. I could left myself her, just being hold and being a little comfortable, not saying a word or making a move, just being hold was good enough for the moment.
I told myself that being here in this embarrassing position was okay, it should only be for a couple of minutes. But minutes got into an hour and this one into several. When I woke up we had moved a little and my head was buried on his torso, my body between his legs, Jarod's head against the arm rest. Me, the ice queen, got into an uncomfortable situation with now way to flee because his arms where so tight around me that every way I would turn it, it would become more embarrassing. That's why I decided to let it me - and fell back to sleep, cuddled against his warm chest which was an remarkable cosy pillow.
It was like being in heaven and back on earth, everything I ever wanted together in one person. I was just laying there, asleep.
When I woke up the next time I was laying there on my own, just cuddled up in a thick old quilt. I slowly sat up and let me collect myself a little. It wasn't that easy, the whole situation hasn't been that easy. And where the hell was Jarod? Slowly I sat up and noticed the paper on the coffee table. It wasn't just a paper, it was an envelope and he had written my name on it - Miranda, in his wonderful fantastic handwriting, I ever loved it. Over all the years. When he sent me something personal he had always written it in Latin letters, the formal stuff belonged to the Centre.
Slowly I opened the envelope and saw a card in it. I slowly flopped it out of its cage and let it pop in my lap. My weapon was away, the next thing I recognised. I wasn't afraid of the fact that it was away, just a little nervous. But why?
I got the first look on the card and was in shock "Best Greetings to the final Engagement" was standing on it in big golden letters. Jarod was engaged? With which of this bitches? Zoe? Or the other slut? I couldn't believe it, an engagement card from the man I loved most in the world. But why did he had to hurt me like that all the time. Not only that he had brought Thomas to me, the man I also loved a lot but the Centre had stolen him from me. All the pain all the time.
Slowly I opened it, being still partly in shock I saw a picture of me and Jarod, a part of a newspaper in it - showing me and him.
[pic]
How could we be engaged? How could all this have happened? I was just sitting there in shock. I turned the paper around just finding a note on the backside.
Have you done that? J.
No I hadn't done it. Wouldn't have I been in such a shock if I would have done it? No. We were engaged, officially. Me and Jarod. Jarod and me. Engaged. I couldn't believe it. We haven't even seen for ages, but we were engaged.
"Miss Parker?" I heard a small child voice from behind me. Slowly I turned around and saw there standing a little girl who let me think of myself a little when I was around her age - not older than 4 years old. But she wasn't me. She had curled blond hair and deep blue eyes, not cold one like mine, deep blue and a wonderful and amazing, innocent smile on her lips.
"What can I do for you?" I asked her, trying to smile and hide my tears. If I would have expected a person behind me, it would have been Jarod and not this beautiful little girl.
"Are you miss Parker?" the girl asked me again and I just nodded. She came to me and climbed with a little help of mine on the sofa next to me. "You are beautiful" she said with a huge smile. I couldn't resist and pulled her into my lap. She was such a baby, with such startling eyes. "Thanks" where the only words I was able to say.
"Uncle Jarod told me that you are an amazing beautiful woman" she said a little blushing during telling me this. "You know Jarod?" I asked her, brushing some hair behind her ear. She straddled in my lap and let her head rest against my heart. "Yes." she just whispered. Why was this little child able to melt me down, all the ice into a small puddle on the floor. She was sitting there and I had my arm around her, my back resting against the backrest. She was so cute. "How is your name cutie?" I told her slowly with the familiar nice voice. "Theodora" she said, not being able to get the "th" out the complete right way. "but uncle Jarod calls me Teddy all the time." she said with a huge smile. She was always smiling when she said his name. Like a miracle. One of his pretends? "Where is uncle Jarod?" I asked her, letting my chin rest over her head, like a protection. "At home I think." she whispered. "And where is home?" I asked her in reply. "Here, the bedroom maybe. He hasn't told me where he is waiting for you." I am not sure if I was stunned shocked or only paralysed - he was waiting for me?
"Do you want me to show around?" she asked and got down from my lap but standing there with her arms wide. "Do you want me to carry you darling?" I asked her in the moment I lifted her up, letting her small frame rest on my hip. She nodded and smiled at me, one arm around my neck, the other one playing with the necklace I was wearing. It was a simple silver one with an old black glittering cross on it. It was a piece of my past I had found during the last years. A piece of family history. But this little girl had found the little cross which was buried between the softly walleye of my breasts. I don't say a word, just went to the long corridor which was more than softly lightened by its big windows on each side. "You go to the big bedroom" the little girl told me. Could I just go into this bedroom? Me the huntress who should have left in the moment I woke up?
Somehow we managed to get into the big master bedroom, like she told me it would be and it was what she had told me. A big little darker room with a big lightened fire place in it, a child's bed and a king size bed on the other end. "Do you sleep here too?" I asked her. Little Teddy nodded in agreement "I am afraid of the dark" she told me. I could only think of familiar this moment was to me, he had also been afraid of the dark, .. more than once.
I don't know which time it was and I didn't had a change to get a look on my watch but I noticed that the little girl was fallen asleep during the time I had decided to stare out of the window into the very dark of the night.
She was afraid of the dark remember - so what to do? I slowly and softly changed her into the pyjama which was laying on the big bed and put her to sleep there, laying down next to the little sleeping frame. Hell she was beautiful.
I laid down next to her and fell asleep. It had been a long week and there wasn't a desire to find Jarod right now. This little girl have me comfort enough for the final months of the year.
October 25 When I woke up this little girl laid in my sleeping arm, nearly resting on my belly. She was cute, softly snoring but cute. I whipped her softly from my body, letting her get a little more sleep than me. I don't know what had woken me but I thought of seeing Jarod lurking around.
"Jarod?" I whispered softly, unbuttoning the blouse when I saw a fresh tee on the bottom drawer. I slipped out of the silk and got into the cotton one. It was a little to large for me but it smelled like him.
I saw his face from the other end of the room where the fire was burning again, him sitting on the floor watching me. Hell I have given him nearly a free peepshow. I went to him, couldn't resist. Jarod was sitting there just in a think cotton robe, open and when I came near him I could make out the silk boxer shorts. God he was sexy.
I sat down next to him. Not saying a word just looking in his marvellous eyes, knowing that this situation was comforting us both even if we weren't speaking or touching - I would have given everything to climb under this robe to feel his chest hair tickle my naked skin. Parker stop dreaming.
"Slept well Parker?" he just asked me. I nodded and wanted to ask him if he had posted this announcement. "No I haven't Parker, I thought it had been you to make me out more easily." "I haven't even known about it Jarod believe me." I couldn't look straight into his eyes. "But who had taken this photo?" he looked at me. "Ocee?" "Maybe" I answered "but I am not sure. Well let me think . it could work yeah, Ocee" "Yeah" he said and I was sure that he was thinking of the kiss which didn't happen because she disturbed us. Since this moment many things have changed, but hell who cared anymore. I wasn't the one who was chasing in the first lead anymore, it was Lyle now. Syd had given me this address, so I was sure that he was there, not a blind one this time. Syd had noticed how much I loved talking to Jarod and the cute little presents he had sent me. So many things have changed since I am back from the Island.
I saw Teddy getting out of bed and moving over to us. Jarod and I were sitting on the floor next to each other and Teddy sat in the middle between us. She was such a cutie even in her long thick pale blue night gown which reached her ankles. Oh Mamma, if I could have kids. So we were sitting there with her between us. "Kiss" she said without looking at us but we didn't do, like we overheard it classically. "Why don't you kiss her?" she asked Jarod, playing with his big hand. "Why should I?" he asked. I looked at him. I wasn't sure what he was talking about but this wasn't something unfamiliar to me. This was Jarod, the living miracle. She looked at me. What should I say if she would ask me the same question. Heaven she was not older than four, what could she know about love and about *us*? "Do you like uncle Jarod?" she asked me and I slowly nodded, not watching Jarod, just staring into the little girl's eyes. "How much?" she asked again. "A lot" I answered. Than this little girl grabbed my hand and brought it to Jarod's. Within a second our fingers were entwined.
~*~ To be continued ~*~
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Greatest Reward
October 24
I was standing there watching him sleep and it was only him and me. He was asleep, calmly not having one of his bad nightmares, just sitting there - his eyes closes making soft sleeping noises.
After years of chasing and hunting I had found him and what did he do? I was asleep and I caught him. I was wearing a pair of dark blue Levis and a simple dark red silk blouse, the weapon still in my hand, watching him. He looked like an angel. His head rested against the backrest and his mouth was softly opened. No Jarod wasn't snoring. He was just making these cute little sounds.
And me? I was standing there the weapon in my right hand the other one on my hip thinking what to do. Nobody had ever told me what to do with him when I would have found him. I couldn't shot him, my good education and the little faith my mum had left in my resisted against it but what shall I do. I couldn't wake him now, it wouldn't be fair. He had always been the one of us with the bad night mares, so I couldn't disturb a nice one now.
Was he dreaming of me? Maybe . hopefully. If there would be anybody to talk to, it would be more than a wonderful event. Sydney is lovely and a good friend but I could never talk to him about my intimate life. Broots? Well.. my cute diary he would get a hard on if I would tell him that I would love to get intimate with a man again - the first man since Thomas had left me. But it wouldn't be fair to talk to him about things like that.
And now I was here, standing in front of the most gorgeous man I had ever met and he knew how good he was looking in one of this tight black jeans and the matching black rip muscle shirt which let me see some of his dark chest hair. Hell he was good looking and so cute.
Can I sit down next to him? Would it be right?
I sat down next to him and let my weapon rest on the coffee table next to my legs. Don't ask me how it happened or when but somewhere when I was sitting there I felt his arm around my shoulder and my head resting against his chest, one hand on his tight. I could feel his heart beat.
Hell he smelt like a god. He was a god. My god. He was everything I ever needed and I couldn't tell him. I would risk my created life a way to much. Oh Mamma, if you could just be there to help me - it would mean so much to me. But you are away, left me with all my troubles and a not existing family here on earth. But Jarod? Just feeling his warm hand around my shoulder could stop all that without even thinking about it. I could left myself her, just being hold and being a little comfortable, not saying a word or making a move, just being hold was good enough for the moment.
I told myself that being here in this embarrassing position was okay, it should only be for a couple of minutes. But minutes got into an hour and this one into several. When I woke up we had moved a little and my head was buried on his torso, my body between his legs, Jarod's head against the arm rest. Me, the ice queen, got into an uncomfortable situation with now way to flee because his arms where so tight around me that every way I would turn it, it would become more embarrassing. That's why I decided to let it me - and fell back to sleep, cuddled against his warm chest which was an remarkable cosy pillow.
It was like being in heaven and back on earth, everything I ever wanted together in one person. I was just laying there, asleep.
When I woke up the next time I was laying there on my own, just cuddled up in a thick old quilt. I slowly sat up and let me collect myself a little. It wasn't that easy, the whole situation hasn't been that easy. And where the hell was Jarod? Slowly I sat up and noticed the paper on the coffee table. It wasn't just a paper, it was an envelope and he had written my name on it - Miranda, in his wonderful fantastic handwriting, I ever loved it. Over all the years. When he sent me something personal he had always written it in Latin letters, the formal stuff belonged to the Centre.
Slowly I opened the envelope and saw a card in it. I slowly flopped it out of its cage and let it pop in my lap. My weapon was away, the next thing I recognised. I wasn't afraid of the fact that it was away, just a little nervous. But why?
I got the first look on the card and was in shock "Best Greetings to the final Engagement" was standing on it in big golden letters. Jarod was engaged? With which of this bitches? Zoe? Or the other slut? I couldn't believe it, an engagement card from the man I loved most in the world. But why did he had to hurt me like that all the time. Not only that he had brought Thomas to me, the man I also loved a lot but the Centre had stolen him from me. All the pain all the time.
Slowly I opened it, being still partly in shock I saw a picture of me and Jarod, a part of a newspaper in it - showing me and him.
[pic]
How could we be engaged? How could all this have happened? I was just sitting there in shock. I turned the paper around just finding a note on the backside.
Have you done that? J.
No I hadn't done it. Wouldn't have I been in such a shock if I would have done it? No. We were engaged, officially. Me and Jarod. Jarod and me. Engaged. I couldn't believe it. We haven't even seen for ages, but we were engaged.
"Miss Parker?" I heard a small child voice from behind me. Slowly I turned around and saw there standing a little girl who let me think of myself a little when I was around her age - not older than 4 years old. But she wasn't me. She had curled blond hair and deep blue eyes, not cold one like mine, deep blue and a wonderful and amazing, innocent smile on her lips.
"What can I do for you?" I asked her, trying to smile and hide my tears. If I would have expected a person behind me, it would have been Jarod and not this beautiful little girl.
"Are you miss Parker?" the girl asked me again and I just nodded. She came to me and climbed with a little help of mine on the sofa next to me. "You are beautiful" she said with a huge smile. I couldn't resist and pulled her into my lap. She was such a baby, with such startling eyes. "Thanks" where the only words I was able to say.
"Uncle Jarod told me that you are an amazing beautiful woman" she said a little blushing during telling me this. "You know Jarod?" I asked her, brushing some hair behind her ear. She straddled in my lap and let her head rest against my heart. "Yes." she just whispered. Why was this little child able to melt me down, all the ice into a small puddle on the floor. She was sitting there and I had my arm around her, my back resting against the backrest. She was so cute. "How is your name cutie?" I told her slowly with the familiar nice voice. "Theodora" she said, not being able to get the "th" out the complete right way. "but uncle Jarod calls me Teddy all the time." she said with a huge smile. She was always smiling when she said his name. Like a miracle. One of his pretends? "Where is uncle Jarod?" I asked her, letting my chin rest over her head, like a protection. "At home I think." she whispered. "And where is home?" I asked her in reply. "Here, the bedroom maybe. He hasn't told me where he is waiting for you." I am not sure if I was stunned shocked or only paralysed - he was waiting for me?
"Do you want me to show around?" she asked and got down from my lap but standing there with her arms wide. "Do you want me to carry you darling?" I asked her in the moment I lifted her up, letting her small frame rest on my hip. She nodded and smiled at me, one arm around my neck, the other one playing with the necklace I was wearing. It was a simple silver one with an old black glittering cross on it. It was a piece of my past I had found during the last years. A piece of family history. But this little girl had found the little cross which was buried between the softly walleye of my breasts. I don't say a word, just went to the long corridor which was more than softly lightened by its big windows on each side. "You go to the big bedroom" the little girl told me. Could I just go into this bedroom? Me the huntress who should have left in the moment I woke up?
Somehow we managed to get into the big master bedroom, like she told me it would be and it was what she had told me. A big little darker room with a big lightened fire place in it, a child's bed and a king size bed on the other end. "Do you sleep here too?" I asked her. Little Teddy nodded in agreement "I am afraid of the dark" she told me. I could only think of familiar this moment was to me, he had also been afraid of the dark, .. more than once.
I don't know which time it was and I didn't had a change to get a look on my watch but I noticed that the little girl was fallen asleep during the time I had decided to stare out of the window into the very dark of the night.
She was afraid of the dark remember - so what to do? I slowly and softly changed her into the pyjama which was laying on the big bed and put her to sleep there, laying down next to the little sleeping frame. Hell she was beautiful.
I laid down next to her and fell asleep. It had been a long week and there wasn't a desire to find Jarod right now. This little girl have me comfort enough for the final months of the year.
October 25 When I woke up this little girl laid in my sleeping arm, nearly resting on my belly. She was cute, softly snoring but cute. I whipped her softly from my body, letting her get a little more sleep than me. I don't know what had woken me but I thought of seeing Jarod lurking around.
"Jarod?" I whispered softly, unbuttoning the blouse when I saw a fresh tee on the bottom drawer. I slipped out of the silk and got into the cotton one. It was a little to large for me but it smelled like him.
I saw his face from the other end of the room where the fire was burning again, him sitting on the floor watching me. Hell I have given him nearly a free peepshow. I went to him, couldn't resist. Jarod was sitting there just in a think cotton robe, open and when I came near him I could make out the silk boxer shorts. God he was sexy.
I sat down next to him. Not saying a word just looking in his marvellous eyes, knowing that this situation was comforting us both even if we weren't speaking or touching - I would have given everything to climb under this robe to feel his chest hair tickle my naked skin. Parker stop dreaming.
"Slept well Parker?" he just asked me. I nodded and wanted to ask him if he had posted this announcement. "No I haven't Parker, I thought it had been you to make me out more easily." "I haven't even known about it Jarod believe me." I couldn't look straight into his eyes. "But who had taken this photo?" he looked at me. "Ocee?" "Maybe" I answered "but I am not sure. Well let me think . it could work yeah, Ocee" "Yeah" he said and I was sure that he was thinking of the kiss which didn't happen because she disturbed us. Since this moment many things have changed, but hell who cared anymore. I wasn't the one who was chasing in the first lead anymore, it was Lyle now. Syd had given me this address, so I was sure that he was there, not a blind one this time. Syd had noticed how much I loved talking to Jarod and the cute little presents he had sent me. So many things have changed since I am back from the Island.
I saw Teddy getting out of bed and moving over to us. Jarod and I were sitting on the floor next to each other and Teddy sat in the middle between us. She was such a cutie even in her long thick pale blue night gown which reached her ankles. Oh Mamma, if I could have kids. So we were sitting there with her between us. "Kiss" she said without looking at us but we didn't do, like we overheard it classically. "Why don't you kiss her?" she asked Jarod, playing with his big hand. "Why should I?" he asked. I looked at him. I wasn't sure what he was talking about but this wasn't something unfamiliar to me. This was Jarod, the living miracle. She looked at me. What should I say if she would ask me the same question. Heaven she was not older than four, what could she know about love and about *us*? "Do you like uncle Jarod?" she asked me and I slowly nodded, not watching Jarod, just staring into the little girl's eyes. "How much?" she asked again. "A lot" I answered. Than this little girl grabbed my hand and brought it to Jarod's. Within a second our fingers were entwined.
~*~ To be continued ~*~
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