Time for a transition ;)
Chapter 4
Love and Complications
The gust of wind that blew through Elizabeth's hair ruffled Booker's already scruffy head. All the running and climbing had stirred it so. There was not a care in the world about his own hair. He hadn't even realized that mess. As Elizabeth held her hair down, she noticed his hair flaying all about. She reached up to slick his hair to the side. With a couple pats, he looked neat and tidy again. Booker glanced over to her carrying a light smile. She was still adorable even after all those years. "There," she happily stated, looking at her lover's face.
Her view was distracted by a hand feministically waving in the distance at their direction. Her eyes zoomed in to realize that it was Evelyn several meters away chatting with guests. She instantaneously frowned and jutted her jaw. Booker turned his head to see why she scowled. Interestingly enough, Evelyn's face brightened as he made eye contact with her. She waved in a cute fashion that made Booker lightly grin. For whatever reason, he liked that attention she gave. With his hand raised in a high-five, he returned her hello with a nod. "Ahem." Elizabeth cleared her throat, trying his attention.
As soon as Booker acknowledged her wave, her cute smile turned adorable. Her gaze remained on him as they kept walking. They kept eye contact until Elizabeth, groaned, "Ugh!"
Booker turned his head and quickly suppressed his smile and stared forward, avoiding Elizabeth's obvious discontentment. "What a floosy…" she said as she crossed her arms.
"Elizabeth..."
"Who do you think is prettier?"
With a laugh, he answered, "Of course you darling."
"Really… What are the color of mother's eyes?" She asked with slight brashness. Her question raised his brow as he wondered why she would ask that.
"Hazel…" He hesitantly answered.
"Uh huh… I'm pretty sure you loved her eyes."
"I didn't like her for her eyes if that's what you're getting at."
"But you still loved them nonetheless. Am I right?"
He responded with a chuckle, shaking his head. Elizabeth's eyes couldn't help but roll while she pursed her lips. She wasn't happy to hear that. For a split second she wished her irises were hazel instead of blue. The silence brought uneasiness to Booker so he reached out to hold Elizabeth's waist. His action of affection relaxed her composure. "I love you and only you Liz." Those affirming words tore away the last remaining bits of her hardened expression. With relief, she rested her head on him as they walked.
The wedding took place at the other end of Trocadéro Gardens when they first walked by. It was a pretty large wedding with many guests. They stopped at the plaza end of the shallow man made pool and studied its massive length. He could see the wedding from this position. It somehow brought back memories of Columbia and its beauty.
"Elizabeth, you skipped rocks at the beach in Columbia. Wanna show me how you did it?"
With a smile, she agreed and reached for smooth rocks that laid at their feet. "I thought you'd never ask." After handing him a rock, she positioned herself and aimed. "Watch this," she confidently spoke before she flung the smooth stone. They watched as it hopped several times before it sank. Intrigued, he asked, "How did you do that?
Elizabeth brightly smiled and replied, "It's easy, here." She corrected his hand and the angle of his rock. It was all new to him. "There now all you have to is just fling it."
"Sounds easy enough," he said as he tried it. With a strong toss, the rock sliced through the water and straight to the bottom. It was a terrible throw. "It was the rock," he said, blaming the rock. She giggled as she saw how he threw it like a baseball making a large splash.
"No silly, you have to throw softer and you know… scoop it. Like so…" Again she picked up another rock and with skilled hands, she skipped the rock several meters before it finally lost its inertia.
"Hm" he casually grunted as he tried again. This time with better aim and position. With a softer throw, he flung it and surprisingly it skipped twice before it sank.
"Huh, beginners luck?"
"Not too bad there Booker."
Rock after rock, they skipped. Elizabeth had a higher hop count than Booker but of course he was new at it. He learned fast and it felt good to him that Elizabeth taught him how to skip a rock. It was a precious bonding moment between them. They smiled and laughed as they enjoyed their afternoon time. Finally, it was the well-deserved fun that they needed. Booker reached down and to grab another rock but to his surprise, it felt squishy and wet. "What the…" He pressed his fingers together to feel what it was. The awkward feeling of bumps and wetness aroused his curiosity. He looked at his hand to realize it was an amphibian of some sort.
"Booker, what is that?" she asked curiously as leaned in to observe.
He opened his palm and they both stared at it. Suddenly four limbs flayed about wildly as it jittered around.
"Oh my god, ew!" she said she covered her mouth and flinch.
"Must be a frog of some sort," said Booker.
"It's revolting! Throw it into the pool!"
"I have a better idea. Here," he said as he passed the small frog in Elizabeth's direction. "Ah! Booker! No, stop!" she shouted as she frantically swung her arms, guarding her hair and face. Booker laughed as he saw her dance about wildly. "It's not funny! It's in my hair oh my god, ew!" He laughed louder enjoying her every move. "Booker get out! Please!" He announced to her that the frog landed on the grass somewhere and wasn't in her hair. "Are you sure?" she asked as she patted and combed her hair.
"One hundred percent."
"Argh! That wasn't funny!"
Booker chuckled as she adored her cuteness. She placed her hands on her hips and stared at him, letting him know he was in trouble. Elizabeth didn't care much for pranks, especially gross ones. With a raised brow, she silently asked an apology. "Alright, Liz. Sorry," he said as he walked over to hug her. She playfully spun around, showing him her back. She gladly accepted his hug and smiled. "I'm going to get you back for that," she said as she challenged him. "I'm not afraid of frogs," Booker replied. With a tiny giggle, she retorted, "I have my ways."
She leaned her head back on to his shoulders and kissed his neck. She love it when he held her like that. Her once crossed arms, were now resting freely in Bookers embrace. As Elizabeth closed her eyes, she softly whispered through her smile, "I love you."
With a kiss, he capped her words of affection and smothered her in his afternoon love.
Frozen in time they stood at the pool and held each, relishing in the moment. Time easily passed by as they cherished each other in the city of love. Happiness and love, she felt it again. It was her life source, her oxygen, and her heartbeat. Without words, they told each other they loved one another by their affection. His hand covered her hands, resembling the shelter he provided for her. His large figure was her refuge from the death that so easily took lives and hearts. With another kiss, she bathed in his embrace while basking in the evening rays.
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Booker tapped his fingers on her hand as he saw a Ferris wheel in the distance. Elizabeth opened her eyes and asked, "Hmm? What is it?"
"Look, a Ferris wheel." She looked in the direction his eyes pointed. Her smile remained as she watched the wheel turn slowly. He wanted to ride it with her, an idea that she would have appreciated. Just then her eyes lit up.
"C'mon there's something I want to see that I never had a chance to!" she said as she extracted herself from his embrace. With her hand still holding his, she started leading him to the theme park.
"And what would that be?" he asked curiously.
"This way!" she said as she led him out of the Trocadéro Gardens.
The theme park wasn't too far away. The couple hurriedly turned the corner to be greeted by the entrance. "Not a bad location," Booker said as he laid eyes on the attractions. As soon as Elizabeth saw something in particular, her smile turned excited. "Quickly, this way!" she said as she pulled him in. "Elizabeth we're missing everything else," he responded as he ran along with her.
"C'mon this is going to be great!" When they stepped near Elizabeth's targeted attraction, she stopped and pulled off Booker's old cravat from her hair. "Are you ever going to get rid of that?" Booker asked.
"Of course not. You know it means a lot to me," she replied happily. "Even though it's old, it's yours." With that response, she stretched it out to wrap around Booker's head.
"Elizabeth what are you doing?" he asked with curious smile.
"You'll see," Elizabeth said with excitement in her voice. She wrapped it around his eyes, blindfolding him. With a giggle, she completed with a knot in the back. Stepping in front of Booker, she asked if he can she her. "I see red everywhere. Oh and your feet."
"No Booker you can't open your eyes. You have to close them," she said as she fixed his blindfold, preventing him from seeing anything at all. She then took his hand and slowly led him by holding his hand. It was unusually quieter. The sounds of people and children laughing, attractions, and music were the only audible sounds. He wondered where the sounds of the immediate people that were near. They were there just seconds ago. Little did he know that Elizabeth was shushing the people nearby. With her finger on her lips, hinting for quietness as she led him up the steps. "Elizabeth? Where am I going?" he asked as he carefully walked up the steps. "Here Booker, get on this," Elizabeth spoke as she carefully help him seat something. This feels like I'm sitting on a horse… He thought as sat there wondering the hell was going on. With one hand he grabbed a pole in front of him. He scanned the area with his head, despite him being temporarily blind. "Elizabeth?" he called. "I'm over here!" she responded as she held his hand. She was within arm's reach of him. A familiar chime jingled through the air. He knew of that sound. "Wait a second. I know this… Elizabeth, am I…" he said before the seat he was one started to move.
Elizabeth giggled as Booker took off his cravat to realize where he was and what he was doing.
"Elizabeth, I'm on a carousel?" he surprisingly spoke. With eyes widened and slightly confused, he looked over to the pleasantly pleased Elizabeth as she returned with a bright and loving smile. "Liz, I…" he chuckled as they rode around. "This is for that frog isn't it?" he said through a smile.
"Yes, and because I imagined you on one but never got to see you ride one. And now here we are riding one together in Paris." He handed her back his cravat and she tied a bow near the bottom of hair. Her looks resembled her appearance he first met her, just more beautiful and with longer hair. "I knew if I were to ask you, you wouldn't do it. I figured I'd trick you into it. Like they say, two birds with one stone." He shook his with a delightful smile. "You always have a way of getting what you want."
"I have many forms of wish fulfillment," she cleverly added. Her hold on Booker's hand remained as they rode around in circles. With adventure and fun in their heart the enjoyed the evening in each other's company.
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Several minutes later, their bums were planted in the Ferris wheel seats. The wheel slowly spun, taking them on a romantic ride. With hot dogs in their hands, they ate and chatted.
"This reminds me of Columbia," Elizabeth said. "You know, I sort of miss it. Do you ever think of it?"
"From time to time I would. Sometimes I would remember your tower, Finkton, and the night we made love."
"Those were good memories…" Elizabeth said as she nibbled her last bite.
"They were. We got new ones now," he said as he stared into the approaching sunset. Elizabeth cuddled into his chest as they enjoyed the ride. With her hand wrapped around his chest, she quietly spoke, "I still can't believe the life that we're living now and everything we've been through; Colombia, Songbird, Paris, you, and our baby. Not to mention everything else."
"Hm. We definitely lived through things normal people wouldn't. We're not much normal either."
With a sweet giggle, she added, "No Booker, we're definitely not normal," she looked up for a kiss. With an implied joke, she received the kiss from Booker. One kiss turned into another and that led to more kisses. They found themselves fervently kissing as they rode around. She slowly felt his chin as he caressed her waist. With lips now parted they whispered as he held her in his arm.
"I loved that you're in my life. When I had my powers, I searched through every door. I saw what's behind them all."
"What did you see?"
"Death… In every one them, was me… suffering. In the end of them all, I died."
"From what?" he asked. He knew of the answer but asked anyway.
"From me… I take my own life. So I saw no future for myself. I didn't have a reason to live. I thought, if I'm going to end up dead by my own hands, I might as well get revenge."
"In this sunken city you told me about, Rapture."
"Yes… I hated it there. It was a bad place."
"You never told me what living here for six years was like," Booker asked. He wanted to change the subject to something else.
"It was… great but, empty. Beautiful but all the beauty eventually faded as I slipped into depression. Everything is so colorful now. Back then it was all… grey, black and white."
"And you never once tried to move on."
"Ugh, men like Charles… They think just because they have money or charm or a fancy way with their words, that they can woo me." Her soft voice went from whisper to utterance. "They can never do what you did and be who you are," she said as she tightened her arm around her lover. "You've done so much of what no one could do, ever. You're also my father and I love that. No one could ever be that for me," she said as she kissed his neck and dug her face into his chest.
"Hm, that explains why you're so distant and cold to Charles."
"Ugh!" She expressed disdain from hearing that name. Any and every guy would extract the same reaction from her: disgust.
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The Ferris Wheel came to a stop and they made their way off. The sunset was near. Just over an hour before the sun touched the horizon. Unfortunately, there wasn't much time to enjoy the rest of the attractions. They had a fancy ball they must attend. With hand in hand, they strolled along the Parisian streets making their way back to their home sweet home.
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The time attend the ball was near. Also it was the time to confess to everyone there, and to Elizabeth that she was his lover. Life was moving ahead of him, making the decision for him, but he wasn't ready. Not in his heart. He hadn't won his battle with morality. The event made him uneasy and anxious. The sharp fear of breaking Elizabeth's heart wrestled the grip of morality that latched onto him like a leech, sucking his life and love away. Like a plague; the righteous disease that will ultimately consume him if untreated. It was quelled for the time being. But as with anything significant, they always returned with exponential implications. Booker's situation was no different. He was not immune.
He could not foresee the distance his love for Elizabeth would take him but he knew it hadn't carried him to the finish line. He hasn't won. Not yet at least. The bitter presence of morality festered in his mind like a malignant tumor, eating him alive. Booker's indecision weighed heavily on his soul, crushing his spirit and suffocating his love. He would eventually fade away due to spiritual asphyxiation. The struggle was real and apparent.
There he stood studying the man in the mirror. His bedroom provided quietness and privacy but it was only momentarily given. Elizabeth entered their bedroom sporting a smile with a pep in her stride. Happy as always, she hummed her way to their beautifully carved antique wardrobe. He followed her movements from the reflection of the mirror. She's quite happy… I love that girl but damn it I can't shake these feelings. His eyes dropped to the floor with worry and anxiety. His view went black as he shut his eyes in effort to reduce the stress. The pressure of his constricting hand cupping his forehead alleviated some tension he felt. The magnitude of his cognitive dissonance was tearing him in two. He felt every seam of his inner being rip with each passing day. The overshadowing presence of his morals could be suppressed from time to time with happiness and love. Like an antidote to his poison, was her affection and love. It would always charm him just like it did when he felt her presence near. Her gentle embrace around his chest hit him like a cut and a bandage. He couldn't tell which came first. Both agreeable and disagreeable, the confusion caused him to rake his hair back. Her soft hair draped over off his body like beautiful curtains. Her silent breath massaged his skin as she breathed. His eyelids slowly raised like shutters revealing his daughter at his left side, underneath his arm. Her smile complimented the image. It could of have been a picture pose had it not been for his frown.
He had forgotten that his shirt laid over in the corner exposing his built upper body. He looked in that direction from the mirror with slight intention of retrieving it. It was gone. Like a good spouse she had already retrieved it and compiled it with the rest of the dirty clothes. His minute idea died along with his tiny intention. It wasn't surprising that she played the role of a spouse so well even though she wasn't technically one. It surprised him that the idea of covering his body even sprouted. Morality had worked its way quite far and this he had noticed. First time I ever thought I should be dressed around her. His train of thought was interrupted by something more racy. He felt her soft lips kissing his chest, her eyes closed. His eyes locked on those delicious plump lips of hers. He enjoyed it… and he didn't.
Look at this. My daughter's all over me… With each kiss and pecks of love, it chiseled away his stern and rough composure, weakening his position to resist. A light smile found its way to his lips. An appreciation for her gentleness kept his smile afloat. His eyelids widened as he saw that velvet tongue of hers slither out from her lips as she glazed an inch of his pectorals. Like a thousand bugs crawling up his spine, the chill sent him to a wintery paradise. It felt like a pleasurable contradiction. Jesus Christ… he thought as he felt blood rushing through his body. His heart thumped loudly when she slowly withdrew her tongue to suckle on his chest. He was quite reactive and his body told him in that instance he was ready. Even his body agreed with Elizabeth. Are we going to do this now? He thought. It excited him. It's been a while since he felt any type of silky love. His chest rose as he took a deep breath. Her fingers found her way to his chest, tracing every crease of his muscle. Her nails lightly carved his skin as she curled her fingers. Shit… here we go. The weight of his lids became too much and slowly shut. His breathing was no longer peaceful and calm but excited and motivated, getting ready for something more intense. Suddenly he opened his eyes in surprise as he felt her teeth against his skin, nipping his chest. "Fuck…" he exhaled as that word of pleasure escaped from the back of his throat. The memory of her lustfulness had escaped his mind. He forgot that she was a sex demon, a sexual deviant that no man could resist. He was dancing with the devil. I am the luckiest man in the world. He thought as he tilted his head back in delight. He stood motionless as she worked her magic on him, breaking away his every sense of resistance. Her love spell was toxic.
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Like waking up from a dream he looked down at Elizabeth whom carried a devious smile as she slowly departed from him. Her succubus like gaze pierced his soul as she eventually looked away and proudly took steps away from him. He was left jaw hanging, heart thumping, and with a bulge between his legs. He stared at her figure as she seductively paced toward her wardrobe. "Hmph…" Elizabeth smirked as she flipped her hair. She had power over him and loved that she did.
"Why did you… What the hell?" Booker unsatisfyingly uttered.
"That… was for introducing me as 'just Elizabeth' and not your fiancé." She cunningly replied.
Booker groaned and rolled his eyes at her. He tried to readjust his pants due to his lump causing him discomfort. With much effort, he failed. He was too large. She leaned on her dresser to enjoy her view. It was slightly comical to her. Elizabeth giggled as she enjoyably watching him struggle to attempt a correct position that maintained comfort. With annoyance, he yanked off his belt and kicked off his pants, exposing his evident erection in his underpants.
Her stare now locked between his legs. Her eyes brightened at first glance. Unexpectedly she began to lust after him and desire him. Her plan somehow was beginning to backfire. Something unfortunately about the DeWitts caused their plans to always fail and explode. There she stood with just a corset and underwear, staring blankly at her lover.
Maybe I should… God it's been so long, she thought as she pictured him on top of her. Her thoughts quickly transitioned to him being inside of her. Her lust filled fantasies unknowingly led her hand to her jaw. She was in observation and desire mode. He's so big… She couldn't remove her gaze from his almost naked body. My god… so built and hard. He's such a man. He was so well chiseled, like a Greek God. She admired his godly chiseled body and wished that he would just pick her up and enter her. She found her finger almost in her mouth, folding back her bottom lip as her thoughts carried her away.
There was unusual silence coming from Elizabeth as Booker messed around with his hair in the mirror. Noticing the quietness, he glanced over to Elizabeth whom was obvious about her desire for him. Her lips parted and her hand below her belly button, her eyes rode up and down along his body. With a mischievous smile, Booker began to slowly approach her. Her self-induced trance was broken as he stepped closer. Caught by surprise she braced the dresser nervously. With a timid smile, she huffed and averted her eyes. Booker's large frame overshadowed her as he charmingly positioned himself directly in front of her. Her eyes followed up his tall stature and landed directly into his eyes. Her hands that were on the dresser were now trapped underneath his large hands. She couldn't escape if she wanted to. That power, that sexy and alluring control that he had over her started to churn her deepest desires. It seems the tables have been turned and now the power was in his hands. Booker… she helplessly thought as he leaned over her. His bulge was still present and that was his weapon. Her heart raced when she felt his tip touch her clitoris through the layers of their undergarments. She quietly gasped as the small shock of pleasure shot through her body. He slowly dug his erection inward between her legs inch by inch, wetting her as he went along. Her breathing was ragged with pleasure as he crept. It felt so good despite the layers. Seductively, Booker leaned in and hovered just above her neck, teasing her. She could feel his hot breath brushing the skin of her vulnerable throat, enticing and awakening her innermost parts. Her panties were soaked now.
He could feel his underwear dampen. He had the power and he loved it. Smoothly he gave her one kiss, one smooch, which sent her into a pleasurable escape from reality. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the lasting effects and aftereffects. The sensuality of his eroticism produced a small moan of pleasure from Elizabeth. He could hear her breathe in the delight as he kissed her again. Another moan pleasured his ears. It was slightly more apparent.
He had better be careful before his plan fails. Just as quickly as before when Elizabeth broke away from him, he extracted himself from her. Confused and dazed, she wondered why he stopped. Without giving her a single glance, he briskly headed to the bathroom while smirking along way. "Ugh!" Elizabeth huffed as she watched him walk away. She stood breathless and almost speechless. "Booker!" she said as he entered the bathroom.
With a chuckle, he replied, "That was for teasing me" and locked the door behind him. He laughed as he turned on the water. The door handle jiggled as he stepped into the tub to be drenched with steaming hot water. "Booker! That wasn't funny," Elizabeth spoke from behind the door. He smiled deviously as he started to wash his hair. His raging erection insisted that he unlock the door but he resisted and continued bathing in the steamy waters. Booker you daredevil, he thought as he laughed to himself. He was going to regret doing that to Elizabeth. Ah, this is the life. The soothing waters massaged his body as he closed his eyes to enjoy its relaxing touch. He reached for the shampoo and lathered in the suds. He was never one to take long in the shower and quickly washed away the soap.
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Suddenly the shower curtain swung open revealing Elizabeth with an evil smile. With her hand on the 'hot' knob, she threatened, "Booker. Say you're sorry or else."
"Elizabeth! How did you get in here?"
"How could you forget that I knew how to pick locks?" she craftily smiled. "Now say you're sorry."
"I'm trying to shower here Liz, what are you… Argh!" he shouted as the water instantly turned cold.
"Well?" she asked as she raised a brow
"Alright! Elizabeth I'm sorry!"
"Who's Elizabeth?" she cunningly asked.
"Jeez would you just turn the hot water back on?"
"I'm sorry, were you talking to me?"
"Anna! Alright sorry! Damn it it's cold!"
With a smile she turned the hot water back on and slowly stepped into the tub, joining his steamy session. With her hand gripping his erection, she stared into his eyes. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly while observing her actions. Booker should have paid attention to her irises for it was hazy grey again. He could have picked up on her intentions if he had just looked. Her naked and wet body shouted for affection and sex. She led his hand between her soft thighs. Shit… he thought as he cupped her wet spot. Instantly, he felt warmth and slickness through his fingers. Damn it's been a while. Her clitoris was swelling with need and he felt it as he slid his slowly slid his finger down her labia. Without hesitation he slipped his finger inside. A quick moan escaped her from her throat, affirming his action. She was hungry for sex and what Booker did, awakened her fleshy desires. The pace of their sexuality was moving much quicker than usual. With both hands he chauvinistically grabbed her bum, exciting her desires. He rested on the tiles as she led his hardened rod between her legs. The overdue affection and his touch caused her to aggressively lean on his chest. Booker was insanely close to entering. His tip rubbed against her clit as her pelvic drew closer. They were both throbbing.
He didn't want it but yet he did. He couldn't help but enjoy every last second. Of course, it wasn't as morally pleasurable. Ice and fire did not mix well. One will overtake the other. He denied internally and wished for an escape. However her delectable softness surrounded him, encapsulating him and enticed him to enter. His actions didn't reflect his inner rejection. At this point they were feverishly kissing. With a strong grasp he lifted her up eye level to him. She squealed with a delightful gasp. She loved it when he could grab a handful of her body. There they froze, starting at each other with love filled eyes. They were entangled in each other's passion. As the drops of water ran down his jaw, she slowly wiped them, watching them disappear and return. She admired everything about him, even how the droplets dripped off his chin. Entranced in a steamy love spell, she sensually whispered, "Do it. Take me. Make love to me." His body moved without his command. His senses were on autopilot. Slowly, he lowered her down, wedging his tip between her slit.
Booker paused in thought before he let her swallow him. Don't think I can do this… Doesn't feel right. Anna. You're Anna… His expression screamed of the inward battle he was fighting. But he couldn't remove his gaze from her hazy seductive eyes, he loved how she looked when wet with water. Her petite frame and breast rubbed against him; his favorite. The immense desire to be inside her, to take her fought with his morals. Despite his strong desire, he couldn't budge; he couldn't lower his arm.
Elizabeth whispered softly to his ears, "Father, I love you."
Those words were a sledge hammer to his heart. He didn't know what to say or what to do. He almost cringed from hearing that but his remained stiff as a stone. He still wanted her. With eagerness, Elizabeth placed her hands on the tiles above his shoulders. Eyes locked and hearts dancing, she slowly pushed downward…
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Shit… no no… fuck! He yelled internally as she engulfed him slowly inch by inch. She was so damn tight but so smooth and silky, it brought about a sigh of pleasure from him. Elizabeth was an oasis of ecstasy the he dived head first in. All inhibitions seemed to shatter as he shut his eyes to enthrall in her fantasy. She moaned loudly from his widening entrance. He was large for her, but she loved it. Her tantalizing moans were like music to his ears. He drank of her love like poison. He loved that it burned on the way down. He loved the way he committed moral suicide. Like an intoxicating and deadly drink, he wanted it all. His arms wouldn't respond to his orders, but instead let her slide further.
Stop this Booker… Stop her.
Thus came the spirit of righteousness crashing into his party. The cursed ring in the back of his mind pounded his head with shame. He scrunched his face and grinded his teeth from the winching thoughts. With great resistance and morals, he stopped her from descending on his erection. She was almost halfway. The interruption caused her to wonder impatiently. He stared into the possessing eyes of Elizabeth. Like staring at Medusa, he was hopelessly hypnotized. Her parted plump lips, her hazy and soft eyes, her wet hair dripping over his body, and her essence reduced his strength to rubble. The water dripping from her body and the steam aided in his breakage. This time, she fell in and enveloped his lips, cutting off all forms of opposition. Again she pushed against the tiles, lowering her body more and more.
Booker loved it but he hated it. She's still tight… Shit I can feel every inch. Bit by bit she slid, encasing him in a warm and exotic chrysalis. She was midway down, but fully pleased.
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Then unexpectedly, his ears caught on to a loud sound from downstairs. It was her telephone ringing loudly. The shrilling chime echoed through the bathroom doors, heightening Booker's awareness and snapping him of his trance. He abruptly broke away from her lips and huffed in rebounded alertness. Elizabeth, surprised and confused, she whispered, "Booker? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. The phone's ringing. I gotta see who's calling." He hastily replied as he tried to remove her from his hold. "No, stay with me. It can wait," she whispered as her lips gingerly pecked his lips. The volume of the phone led him to regrettably set her back down. It was good a chance as any for him to escape and that he did. "It could be important," he muttered as he stepped out of the wash. One could imagine the frustration and confusion Elizabeth felt. Her brows were indicative of exactly that and rightfully so. "Booker… You can't be serious." With quick assertiveness, he replied, "Maybe later darling." His avoiding eyes brought her slight concern as he wrapped a towel around himself while leaving the bathroom.
The phone rang for the last and final time but Booker answered the phone just in time. On the other line was the police. They we're inquiring about the recently jailed Charles and wished for further actions. Booker however, vouched for him and because of his high reputation with the police, they agreed to release the man free of charge. His attention span was shortened from his encounter upstairs. The voice from the receiving end faded away to mumbles and babbles as Booker stared into his reflection. He was walking through a tunnel in his mind. His thoughts drifted toward his lover whom he abruptly departed from. Never has he done such a thing. With a steadily increasing frown, he pierced his own eyes with his stare. His own reflection seemed to frustrate and anger him. With several short blank replies between them and a satisfied answer, he hung up. His gaze into his own soul hadn't budged. What is wrong on with me? He thought as he felt the turmoil tearing him apart inside. Why can't I love her? Angered at and disappointed at who he saw, he cursed and drooped his head. "Damn it!" he spat as he shut eyes and shook his head. Seeing Elizabeth would not be a good idea for he presumed that he had upset her.
Meanwhile upstairs, Elizabeth quietly and disappointedly finished her shower. Her liveliness left with Booker when he escaped her embrace. Their soft beautiful fragrant love disappeared with Booker. With a saddened expression she stared into the bathroom mirror. She was beautiful with her dark wet hair stretching down her mid-back. Her small frame, starry eyes, and exotic features were out of this word. No woman in Paris matched her beauty except for Evelyn… Why he's acting so strange this weekend? Is he interested in Evelyn? She questioned as she peered into her eyes. Little did she know that they both gazing into mirrors, but for different reasons. She softly caressed her face with her hand, remembering when Booker would do the same several weeks ago. Elizabeth pretended her hand was his as she closed her eyes in remembrance. For the first time in a while, she missed him. His soft yet strong touch was missed dearly. Elizabeth yearned for him to love her and that was all she asked for. Booker, why have you been so distant? It was only earlier that I felt that you've returned to me. Now you're different again. Her saddened face was apparent as she opened her eyes, revealing her heart in the refection. Is it because… I am your daughter?
Her eyes drooped to the sink that sat below her. She searched for answers all along its designs as she drifted into a train of thoughts. They were in a real predicament now and neither of them knew of an answer or a way out.
The thought of Evelyn transformed her face into a determined and fierce expression. She looked back into the mirror, comparing herself with his old acquaintance. Her brilliant blue starry eyes shimmered alluringly while Evelyn's warm golden hazel eyes sparkled invitingly. She wondered which one Booker preferred. She remembered her light brunette hair in full detail. It was also long but Elizabeth's was longer. Her comparable petite frame yet prominent features forced a scoff from Elizabeth. Crush… she mockingly uttered. Her long lashes and sharp brows stood at equal to Evelyn's. At that moment Evelyn was deemed her rival. As silly and childish as it sounded, Elizabeth was set on destroying the bridge built between the two. Tramp… she sneered. Booker is mine and I'll make sure of it.
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By the time Booker started up the steps, Elizabeth had already finished her makeup and hair. As Booker walked through the door, he was caught by surprise at Elizabeth's gorgeous demeanor. Like walking into daylight from darkness, he was utterly stunned. Astonished by her beauty, he heightened his brows and dropped his jaw. Her bright red lips drew his eyes as he admired her beauty. Her hair was done gorgeously, resembling a princess. Her dark haired bun purposely hung several strands, beautifully dangling them from her temple and forehead. Her brows, sharp and eyes dark yet blazingly bright. She noticed his presence and seductively tucked the strands behind her ear and tilted her head for a sensual glance at her lover. She was a smooth queen of sexuality. He stood motionless as he delved into her beauty. Speechless, he watched as she slowly approached him. The glorious lady of Paris slyly drifted her fingers across his chin and winked as she walked passed. "Get dressed mon chéri, we have people we must impress."
His eyes followed her figure as she walked, turning his body and head. He couldn't believe how beautiful and she was. With a smile, he muttered a single word, "nice." That is one snazzy woman, he thought at he took off his towel to get dressed.
Booker reach for several of his tuxedos but Elizabeth pointed out that she had already picked out their attire for the event. Over on the bed laid their matching garments. "Hm" he grunted as he saw the articles of clothing. "Fancy." Booker and Elizabeth slipped into their best for the night.
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Elizabeth flashed a pure all white dress with several other garments of blue as a complimentary color. Her sash was silky blue that wrapped around her waist ending in a bow at her lower back. Her white lace gloves stopped at her arm. Blue earrings and jewelry, she had it all. She wasn't going to let her lover slip from her fingers and was sure as hell not going to let Evelyn have him. Her looks were enough to stop beating hearts.
Elizabeth's dress complimented his tuxedo. He had to be the sharpest looking 38 year old looking man in Paris. His matching blue cummerbund locked in their status as taken. Frankly, no one would dare to dress this well. His appearance was altered by the tear but no one knew that. Anyone would guess correctly that they were a couple.
They were a flashy pair, dressed to impress. Their outfits matched each other perfectly. Booker stood proudly in the mirror, adjusting his bowtie. Elizabeth warmly appeared from behind his broad figure and with a quick fix, his bowtie aligned proportionally. With her hand on his shoulder she swung around to his chest and gazed up into Booker's eyes, wearing a sensual smile. He returned with a warm grin, pleasantly showing her his appreciation. With gladness she leaned on his chest and stood to her toes for a kiss. Likewise Booker had no problem doing so and kissed her.
"You look beautiful tonight," he said after their kiss.
"Merci, Mon amour. I love you," she replied with her bedroom eyes.
"About earlier, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I know you still love me."
"Booker… Do you remember your promise to me?" She quietly asked as she rested her head on his chest.
"Of course. I promised you happiness," he replied as he looked into their reflection.
"No. That is an oath you cannot keep. If you were to ever leave, I would die. I would have no more reason to live…"
Booker closed his eyes and withdrew a deep breath. He couldn't formulate words to reply to her. Of course, he thought about his inhibitions and inability to love her fully and unadulterated. His tightened lips were softened and relaxed as he felt her hand cupping his chin. His lids raised from her affection. Soft words came from her lips.
"Whatever happens, stay with me. Be with me. I can't live without you. You promised me that you'll always be mine. That is a promise that means more to me than happiness. As long as you're near, then you are mine. I'll be happy."
Speechless and humbled by her towering love, he kissed her forehead and held her tightly. "I will never leave you Elizabeth. I will always be by your side.
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