What Dreams
May Come
Chapter 54
Ambushed in the Dark
"Hmm…Pierre," Glinda moaned softly against his lips. Softly, a smile fluttered against her mouth, feeling his manhood thicken against her leg. She had him, to do as she pleased. Inwardly she was pleased, for this small little token of pleasure, the sound her voice could make, still made men swoon. She hadn't lost it.
A part of her was relieved, for so long, she had believed she had lost her gift; what with Fiyero having rejected her heart, and ran off with her best friend, she had believed her ability to turn any man's head, to turn even the strongest of men, into putty. Something she could turn over and over again, manipulate through her fingers. With just a touch; feather light.
"Glinda" Pierre breathed huskily, the warmth of his breath brushed lightly against her skin, sending a flutter of goosebumps to flutter up her tender neck.
His fingers ran feather light down her sides, igniting a fire to rage fervidly throughout her body. Tendrils of pleasure spiking through her veins, making her shiver, unconsciously, she pressed her slender body against his, eliciting a moan from her lover.
Lifting her head, her dark cerulean pierced deep into his. Passion and want warred within, breaking down her resistance.
Softly, Pierre's fingers rise and pinch a stray curl hanging limp against her pale cheek. Tenderly, he plucks it, and tucks it behind her hear before cupping her cheek
"Yes my love?" he whispers in a husky, yet tender voice
Smiling, Glinda wound her slender arms around his neck as she pushed herself more against his body. Her back arched, allowing him a better view of breasts, "Make love to me Pierre" she says. Closing her eyes, she brushes her lips against his.
Nodding pliantly, his hands rose and curled behind the slender slope of her shoulders. Lowering, he undoes the buttons to her dress before crashing his lips against hers in a fervid kiss.
Glinda moaned and rising slightly on her hunches pressed her body more against his. Seductively, her fingers moved and start to unbutton his shirt.
Pulling the delicate fabric away, Pierre sat back and marveled at her sculpted body. By the God's above, he had never seen anything so magnamerous. Her slender body, the delicate curve of her hips, her round, full breast's, it was almost too much, for at this moment, he believed he was in the presence of a true Angel from Heaven.
For the first time in her life, Glinda felt self-conscious watching Pierre's eyes roam over her body. Never had any boy elicited such feelings of insecurity from her, and she didn't like it one bit.
Slowly, she folded her arms across her chest, and ducking her head, lowered her gaze.
Pierre smiled and lifting two fingers pressed them against her chin. Gently, ever so gently, he lifted her chin up till her dark cerulean eyes met his.
"Uh ah," slowly his fingers fell away and curled around her arms. Tenderly, he pulled her arms away, revealing her beauty to him once more. Gently he takes her hand and lifting it, presses a tender kiss to the back of her hand, and up her arms, leaving a hidden trail of his warm against her skin.
Glinda moaned and shivered as his lips pressed soft kisses up her collar bone, and down the valley of her breasts. Never, had any man been so tender to her.
Lifting his head, he gazes lovingly back at her, "You're so beautiful" he whispers softly.
A soft smile, pulled on her rosebud lips as tears brimmed within her eyes. He was so tender, and loving. A part of her had to wonder, whether or not this was a dream. That at any moment, she would awaken in the Wizard's palace, alone once again.
Pierre noticed the flicker of pain flash within her darkened eyes, and for a moment his heart clenched. He may not have known to which had put the pain within her eyes, but he was determined to make that pain vanish. She deserved to be happy, to be loved, and he would give that to her fully.
Softly, he cupped her cheek and brushed his lips against hers, "Your mine, nobody else's. I'm yours, now and forever" he says in a gentle voice.
Glinda smiled softly and wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against his body. He didn't know how much those words meant to her.
"Thank you Pierre" she whispers
Pierre pulled back slightly and smiled. Tenderly his hands rose and cupped her cheeks within the palm of his hands. Lowering his head, he lightly kisses her lips
"I'm yours" he says softly
"And I am yours too" she says softly. Closing her eyes, she leans closer and captures his lips with hers.
Pierre moaned softly against her lips. Slowly his hands fell away from her face and lowering, cupped her shoulders. He was but an inch away from gently laying her down, when the sound of a gunshot knocked him from his thoughts.
Jumping he pulled Glinda tight against his body, "What in the name of God was that!?"
"It…sounded like a gunshot" trembles Glinda.
Tilting his head towards Glinda, he gazed at her. Seeing the fear within her eyes, he leans close and kisses her forehead, "Stay here" he says.
Nodding, Glinda pulled the covers over her body and watched her lover rise cautiously from the bed and slink towards the window. Slowly, his fingers lower and grasping the hilt of a gun from his side, pulls it out as he nears the window.
Erik's breathes turned shallow and the world merged into a spiraling blur. All he could feel was an indescribable pain, reverberating throughout his entire body.
Somewhere, deep within the recesses of his mind, he could hear his love screaming, and though she was but a foot away, to him, her voice sounded as if it were coming from miles away.
Wincing, he tilts his head and watches with blurred vision as Elphaba thrashes wildly against a man who had her arms locked painfully behind her back.
"Let me go!" she screams
"Mon…ange" Erik rasps weakly
"Shackle the freak and throw him in the carriage," a gruff voice pierced through the haze. Moaning weakly, Erik tilted his head to the left and watched as a burly man stepped closer, a maniacal smile pulled on his fat lips, "The Gendarmes will pleased with what we bring them"
"And what of the woman?" asks a man with straggly brown hair and chestnut eyes. His shirt was dirty and had a few moth eaten holes in various places.
"We'll keep her. Perhaps a travelling fair would pay handsomely for such an interesting specimen" smirking, the bulbous man rubbed his chin thoughtfully
Erik tried, yet failed to fight against the men as they haul him up. Crying out, he weakly lifted his head and glares at the man.
"Don't you, touch her" he pants out.
The bulbous man; Grantaire; took a step closer. Smirking, he makes to turn away. Stopping mid-step he turns and punches Erik hard across the face, causing the two men who were holding him up to lose their grip.
Crying out, Erik weakly curled his legs against his chest, once his body hit the ground. Shaking, he tilts his head up and glaring back at the man, spit in his face.
"Your…going to regret…doing that" he panted out weakly
Grantaire smirked and wiped the spit off his face, "We shall see if your still so smug once the Gendarmes get their hands on you abomination" lifting his head, he nods, signaling the men to pick Erik up and haul him away.
"No! Erik!" screams Elphaba
