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Hi all
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Soooo….. I'm back!! (lol) Some of you might not know who the bonkers I am, but I am quite an old author on this site, ha ha just haven't updated my work for almost a YEAR!! Sheesh!! Bad Hunney!!
So I had this major writers block, but hopefully it's over (smiles) Thanks to the miracles of youtube, I have finally watched bits and pieces from season 2 yay me!!
So I have decided all the warnings in the last chapter can just be followed through to this chapter and maybe the last. (",)
DISCLAIMER: Do NOT own… Also don't own the song by John Mayer "Say what you need to say"
Anyway, on with this adventure we call life
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Hurt.
The pain seared through her chest, making her catch her breath in a painful gasping sob. It hurt so much that she just wanted to run away from it all, escape the normal world of the mortals and run to her plane of dark magic, where Hecati had taught her the way to cope with everything.
You know, the girl though completely abstractly Hecati isn't as bad as everyone seems to portray her, I mean, sure she tried to kill all of us that one time, but it was only to be set free, something I can relate to.
"But no" she mumbled out loud "I promised him I wouldn't do it again. I promised that if I felt like I was slipping back into that dark cold void, that I would come to him, inform him of what's happening"
Take all of your wasted honour
Every little past frustration
Take all of your so called problems
Better put 'em in quotations
Everything had changed, her whole life, the way she thought, everything. Watching your best friend's life drain away while a power hungry god of Time went on a city rampage would surely change a girls perspective of life, now wouldn't it?
Once she had been the material girl of the group, understanding the heaviness of the burden placed upon all their young shoulders, but knowing when it was time to take a break and have a little fun to lighten up those dark moments.
Wanting, needing, almost craving the tentative smile from their world weary leader, loving when he confided in her and enjoying even more those rare times when he had actually let go and become a teenage boy, and not some mythological hero.
His love, even buried so deep, was the only thing that at times had kept her going, the understanding between them always shimmering softly, almost too afraid to be brought out for fear of destruction, of being rejected or torn apart by some unknown faceless evil.
Say what you need to say (x8)
She giggled softly, thinking of the almost daily fights between herself and the purple haired Warrior of the group, each having enough physical strength to take on one another, yet always reluctant to hurt their common ground, their friend Atlanta, who had stood between the two mortal combatants fearlessly, asking or sometimes demanding that they work out their differences, and just for once stop fighting.
Just thinking about her brought the painful memories rushing through her, searing her insides like a hot poker, or maybe Jay's xiphos. Yeah that seemed a more appropriate metaphor; she smiled humourlessly to herself, wondering whether he knew that she had been talking the truth this evening when she told him that it was all over.
That they had to move on, and that this relationship was too volatile for either of them to come out unscathed. Even though they had been one another's first love, it was just that… a first love, that slowly died when the winds of change blew in and scattered all hopes and dreams.
The pain burned so bright that she could barely drag a breath in to her oxygen starved body. She tried to roll to the side of her bed to grab the book of incantations Persephone had bequeathed her so long ago, but something kept staying her hand, flashes of a smirking face that, as she watched, slowly morphed to one of tender care, a loving stare when he thought no one was watching.
And slowly the burning flame in her belly diminished, quietly dying as if cooling water had been poured over them to quench their thirst. The young hero lay on her bed, panting slightly, overcoming the urge to use the dark magic out of old habit, the dark room hiding her shameful tears from all that would try and use them to further manipulate her.
Walking like a one man army
Fighting with the shadows in your head
Livin' up the same old moment
Knowin' you'd be better off instead
If only you could
Say what you need to say (x8)
A bright stab of light illuminated the room for a moment, blinding her so that she couldn't make out who it was, yet she would always know the person walking into her room at that moment.
Her friend.
Her confidant.
Her lover.
The once purple mohawked teen gently and quickly shut the door, letting blessed darkness reign supreme once again.
The dark haired young man gently sat on the side of her bed, swung his legs up onto the futon and lay down, taking her trembling form with him, holding, giving comfort and taking the joy that they had finally found one another into his heart.
Both lay on the bed for a while, their thoughts strangely in tune with one another's after so many years of conflict.
Have no fear for giving in
Have no fear for giving over
You better know that in the end
It's better to say too much,
Than to never say what you need to say again
And slowly Archie tipped Theresa's face, his lips slowly meeting her soft ones, hardening as the little sigh of surrender passed hers. One by one pieces of clothing seemed to melt away from both, leaving them pressed flesh to flesh, breathing elevated to such a point that both were panting, gasping, needing that fulfilling pinnacle that they strived for.
"Archie…" The breathy whisper flowed around the room, a quiet background sound to the city's noise "… please, I need you!" The petite redhead whimpered as the man she had slowly grown to love smiled gently down at her, the moonlight bathing half his face in a soft silvery glow, making him look the part of Achilles descendant, leaving shivers of desire and lust racing just beneath her flesh.
He grinned at her reaction, no less unravelled by their shared love, the understanding between two connected souls. "I love you Ter. So much that I sometime feel as if I just want to hold you into eternity, but then" He mussed gazing into those perfectly formed emerald green eyes that had become so dear to him "eternity will never be long enough for me."
Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open
Those gorgeous eyes slowly teared up and as they fell he thrust into her, leaning on his forearms to gently catch the falling tears, kissing them away so that they left no blemishing marks on her sweetly soft skin.
All too soon words were long forgotten pants sighs and moans filled the room as both reached the completion that they sought, Archie holding back so that he could watch Theresa falling into that blissful oblivion, and only going over himself when he watched those bewitching eyes fly open with her climaxed implosion.
Say what you need to say (x7)
Say what you need to, say what you need to…
Say what you need to say.
Much later into the evening Theresa woke with a start, her vivid dream coming back to replay in her head over and over, warming the redhead slowly as she realised what it meant. She glanced down at her sleeping love, a slight smile curling her swollen lips
Atlanta, the one person who could bring the two together with a couple of words had been standing over them, her old hunting bow in hand and Eros' arrows slung over her shoulder. Her dancing, laughing eyes were fixed upon them and there was light in her face.
"See?" Her husky voice echoed in the still night "I TOLD you that you both had a whole lot more in common!" She gave her signature naughty wink "You just needed a VERY large wake up call and a little push in the right direction from cupid's new helper!"
As the dream gently faded into the night, her soft laughter lingered warming Theresa's hollow memories giving her new hope.
"Oh and 'Ree? Remember your promise to me! I get dibs on the first daughter's name!" And with that the memory, the dream faded leaving Theresa with shimmering tears falling softly.
"Never Atlanta, I will never forget, no matter how long it will take, my promise to you will be kept" The strawberry blonde quietly lay down, for the first time in years, finally at peace with everything and everyone.
In the morning she would apologise to Jay, she would make amends and then explain to the others that it was high time to start LIVING again.
As she drifted off a slow smile curved her lips. Dreams dragged her down and she gladly went, embracing the laughter of a fast little blur that used to create more trouble than both girls could handle.
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Soooo… what do you think?? That was the second last chapter of this fic, and hopefully I will be able to kick my own ass every now and then and post an update (winks and laughs)
Oh and I might have an extra chapter, just from Jay's point f view… But you will have to say yay or nay m'K?
So if you are new to my fics, have a care, I am a bit of an unorthodox writer, and I haven't written for a long while, so go easy on me 'k?
Well Ciao!!
Love Hunney (",)