Sonnets 36 & 24

Let me confess that we two must be twain,

Although our undivided loves are one:

She whipped her head back, long blonde strands clinging to her sweat soaked shoulders, the pale white skin of her hips, slick and shiny, blanched under his grip as she stilled, heart pounding, lavender eyes milky. Her delicate hands, powerful in their adrenaline heightened state, gripped his wrists. Lips half parted, eyes half lidded, she was a vision cloaked in the moon's midnight majesty.

So shall those blots that do with me remain

Without thy help by me be borne alone.

She was powerful, in control, and he wanted her that way. He never wanted this to be about him. He caught himself bruising her hips, his grip viselike. Her body moved again, shifting in a glorious, almost serpentine way. He closed his eye, basking in the glory of her body, before he couldn't take it anymore. He caught her in his arms and pinned her down, tangling his hands deep in her hair as he captured her mouth with his.

In our two loves there is but one respect,

Though in our lives a separable spite,

Her body shone like plated creamy silver in the pale white moonlight. His scarlet eye watched her. He watched the gentle movement of her chest as she lay sprawled on the bed, watched the way her lips parted when she turned her head to look at him, only to look back at the hangings of her bed, mesmerized by the shadows. Tangled together with him in a twisted lover's knot was the only place he ever wanted her, his lips brushed her jaw and she turned her head, succumbing to his kiss once again as she worked her hands into his silvery-white hair. "Xerxes…" she breathed as his lips met her neck, caressing her shoulder, basking in the after-sex glow.

Which though it alter not love's sole effect,

Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.

"I'm starting to wonder if my name is the only thing you can say." He said darkly as she curled to him, letting her fingers glide over his back and sides with exploratory curiosity.

"You're a fool." She responded and he chuckled, capturing her head in his hands and forcing her to look up at him.

"That's still my name, you're not doing very well, milady." He conquered her once more, kissing her with such force it left her breathless, though she had the belief that just about anything he did would take her breath away.

I may not evermore acknowledge thee,

Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,

She let her hands slide along his chest, lingering for a moment on the intricate seal as her body melted, happily giving itself to him. "Thank you." She whispered as he brushed his knuckles against her cheekbone lovingly, looking down at her.

"Thank me? What are you thanking me for?" He seemed surprised. "You should be running from me… I'm a murderer, remember?"

"I thought you didn't associate Xerxes Break with Kevid Regnard." She gasped when he clasped his hand over her mouth.

Nor thou with public kindness honour me,

Unless thou take that honour from thy name:

"How many times… do I have to tell you… not to say that name?" His voice darkened, face contorting. Her heart raced. Strange… that this side of him excited her so.

She tilted her chin up slightly, afraid to speak, though she had the feeling that even if she wanted to speak at this moment it would only come out in gibberish. He lifted his hand from her face and her lips parted to speak… instead his mouth arrested hers, ceasing any idea of speaking she had as he kissed her with such ferocity she thought the pressure in her chest would explode.

This time. He took her. He wasn't going to wait any longer. This time. He made love to her, and made her body sing. This time. The only thing that exited her mouth was a haunting scream of pleasure beyond the threshold of pain as her knuckles blanched, gripping the headboard so hard her nails grooved the wood. This time. He claimed her as his… if only for this moment.

But do not so; I love thee in such sort

As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

She watched him over her teacup, smiling softly as he glanced over from making fun of Gil. His eye softened as she looked away almost flirtatiously, looking down at the book in her lap before looking up at him again.

"Which one are you on?" He asked softly, recognizing the book in her lap.

"Sonnet 24. It's sweet." She smoothed her hand against the pages.

"Whatcha reading?" Alice asked in her usual, rather bossy, manner. Shalon looked over at her.

"It's a book of sonnets." She looked over at Break. "A book of sonnets someone very dear to me gave me."

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd

Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;

"Oh? What's a sonnet?" Alice scooted a little closer and Shalon laughed.

"It's a love poem." She said softly.

My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,

And perspective it is the painter's art.

"So who gave it to you?" Alice scuttled a little closer, Oz turned his head to watch as Shalon flushed slightly.

"My, my, you are nosy today Miss Alice…" Shalon chuckled. Break's gaze didn't budge from her face… he didn't know why he never could take his eyes off her. "Someone I love gave it to me."

For through the painter must you see his skill,

To find where your true image pictured lies;

"Who do you love?" The dark haired girl pressed on, ignorant to the subtleties of Shalon's words.

"I love a lot of people Alice… like you and Oz and Gil." She smiled.

"What about the stupid Pierrot?" Alice lifted her eyebrows, Break's heart stopped.

Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,

That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.

"Yes, him most especially." Shalon nodded setting her teacup down. "After all… he's my knight." His lips parted in surprise how coolly she was handling all this.

"So you love me? Would you give me that book?" Alice tilted her head, Shalon's grip tightened on the cover.

Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:

Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me

"Someday Alice… someone else will give you something that will be just as near and dear to you as this book is to me." She caressed the page and his eye shuttered closed a moment, his heart pounding as the vision of her body entered his mind.

"Do you really think that?" Alice's eyes shone, she wasn't sure why she was so excited about it.

"Yes… I do Alice." Shalon nodded.

Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun

Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;

He caught her hand as she walked through the gardens, pulling her into his arms as she laughed. "You really are marvelous!" She kissed him as he spoke. "You have become such a calm and controlled young woman."

"Thank you," she smiled, catching his face in her hand tenderly as he bent his head down to kiss her, the book falling from her hand to the grass as she lifted her other hand to his neck.

Alice's heart tightened as she watched them. She didn't know… why her chest hurt… she touched a hand to it... Why did Oz's face come to mind, was this what Oz wanted? Maybe... if she knew what love was... Her eyes fell on the book that had dropped on the ground. She picked it up curiously and examined it. Shalon wouldn't mind if she borrowed it. The little brunette walked off towards the manor.

Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art;

They draw but what they see, know not the heart.

Okay… so… I have an idea but I'm not entirely sure about it. I've been considering continuing the sonnets with the other characters as well. What do you guys think? I've been setting it up this whole time so it will go either way, because, if you can't tell, whatever character has the book is the character whose perspective it is written in. If you guy don't like it… then that's fine I really like Shalon and Break lol but I thought I'd change it up if you want… YOUR OPINIONS!

Shalan