Disclaimer:

I don't own Twilight, or any of its characters. But I am inspired to write because of Stephanie Meyers amazing stories.

This is my first fan fiction. I hope you enjoy it!

Once again my thanks to aloxi! You have been a big help. My grammar has always been my downfall, I have always been better at creating then editing! Lol!

Keep the reviews coming, and feel free to spread the word if you like the story. The more reviews I get, the more I am prompted to go to work on a day off like this so I can use the computer to write up another chapter.(it's a good thing my kids are away at camp! Ha ha!)

Chapter 4

Pire's POV

I had sat their breathless after Joham left. What had just happened? I had had my first kiss, and so much more! I had never imagined myself capable of so many feelings at once. I felt giddy. Happiness, pleasure, guilt, excitement and more were swirling through me, with each beat of my heart. I couldn't think straight. As I sat there willing myself to calm down, I only knew one thing…. I was going to be here tomorrow, nothing could keep me away.

As I continued to make my way to our usual meeting place, to see if my admission had ruined everything, I continued to revisit our meetings in my mind. They had continued on the same powerful path, sweeping all reason aside. On the second night I waited for hours as the sun set below the horizon. I thought that maybe it had all been a dream when he quietly sat down beside me. We said nothing to one another. I was afraid that if I spoke I would shatter this amazing dreamlike moment. Joham didn't even look in my direction, he stared across the water. I took that moment to rake my eyes down his body, staring at the well defined muscles that sculpted his back and chest; even his neck looked powerfully built. I glanced along the lines of his arms the muscles bulged out as he shifted his position to lean back. I glanced up. Joham was staring intently at me, I flushed with embarrassment at being caught looking so intently at his body.

His face was unreadable, no emotions standing out. I wondered what he was thinking. I opened my mouth to apologize, but he covered my lips with a cold hard finger, preventing any sound from escaping. I looked at his eyes, I could not tell what color they were in the dark, but they were so dark they seemed like bottomless pools of the darkest night, now and then with a reddish glimmer that flickered as the light reached them. Joham moved his other hand behind me, and ran his cold fingers up my spine to the nape of my neck, under my long hair. I felt the coolness against my skin; it was as refreshing as the first winds of the storm season, after a drought.

Suddenly he grasped my hair in his hand, and wound it around his fingers, he used his other hand to tilt my chin upwards so I was looking at the star ridden sky, as he roughly ran his hands over my throat, and I thought I felt him shaking. He made a strangled sound in his throat and he swiftly laid me back on the cold rock. Joham kept his hand entwined in my hair, I was unable to move my head to watch what he was doing. I felt a brief moment of fear at this lack of control, but it dissipated quickly as I felt his other hand moving over my shoulders, and tracing the skin between my tunic and my skirt. I could feel my body reacting to being touched in this manner, I shifted my hips to keep his hand in contact with my skin. Joham chuckled as he realized the effect he was having on me.

I know that I should not be behaving this way, we have just met! I should be ashamed of acting so free with him, but alas, I cannot help it. I feel as though, he is a fresh cool rain, and I am a flower that has waited to long for him to quench my thirst. He released his hold on my hair, and brings his hands up to my throat, stroking the soft skin there. It feels heavenly. I wonder if it is always this way with angels. Do they set on another aquiver when they touch, maybe that explains the lights in the sky during the storms. Maybe that is when angels make love, the lights are merely a result of the energy overload they experience. I can't think of that now. Joham traces his fingers over the contours of my chest, stopping his hands briefly over my racing heart. I hear him sharply intake a breath, and suddenly he moves away from me. The suddenness of his movement frightens me.

Did I do something wrong? He turns to leave as I scramble onto my feet. I run after him, worried that I will never see him again. He stops and I throw my self at him, crashing into him like a wave hitting the shore. He does not flinch. He only looks at me with dark eyes, as I run my hands up his arms, and around his neck. I stand on my toes and plant a kiss on his lips determined never to let go. He reaches back and roughly pulls my hands from their place, and pushes me away from him. He disappears into the night.

I tried to follow, but I can't find him, so instead I sit and cry. The tears pour freely down my cheeks, until they are gone. I think I have offended him, and maybe now he will never wish to see me again. I replay the night in my mind, not sure what I have done wrong. After what seems like hours I drag myself to my feet, and make my way home. I have to come back tonight to see what will happen.