Hidden Heart.
By Rachel's Angel
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine so far. TLW characters are just borrowed for a little while.
© Rachel's Angel 2002.
"Should I smile because we're friends, or cry because that's all we'll ever be?"
Part 1.
"Marguerite, get back here!" Roxton shouted through the jungle. "Damn that woman" He added as he strode through the undergrowth in a futile attempt to catch up with her.
"Just leave me alone". Came back Marguerite's answer. Clear as a bell, Roxton could hear the unbridled anger in each word.
"Look, I'm sorry ok". Roxton called, his voice softening.
Suddenly Marguerite appeared between some trees. Her eyes flashed in anger.
"This time you're gone too far". She hissed at him.
'Madder than a cut snake'. Roxton thought running his eyes over her body. The way she held herself enchanted him. Never before had he met such a woman. Marguerite was everything he could ever have dreamed of plus more. And now that she was angry, Roxton could feel by the burning in his chest that he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life. Even more than the Grey mare he'd fallen in love with when he was 16.
"Don't look at me like that". Marguerite snapped noticing his roving eyes over her slim body.
Roxton jerked himself back to the present. Looking at the furious woman he smiled.
"I really am sorry Marguerite. I didn't mean to make you made". Roxton said kindly.
"Like hell you didn't". Marguerite turned on her heel and walked away.
Roxton was pleased that she was now heading in the opposite direction that they had been heading before. As his apologizing had failed, it relieved him that she was at least going to go back to the treehouse, not spend the night out in the jungle.
After trailing her for a while Roxton decided to try again.
"Marguerite".
"I don't want to hear it". Marguerite was still angry.
"I am sorry".
"I don't want to hear it". Marguerite quickened her pace. Roxton easily kept up with her.
"We have to talk". Roxton told her.
"No we don't". Marguerite shot back.
"Yes, we do".
"Well I don't want to".
"Do you always have to be so stubborn?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"Because".
"Because is not an answer".
"It is now".
Trying to talk to Maguerite when she was mad was like banging your head on a brick wall. Nothing is gained but a headache.
Sighing in defeat, Roxton slackened off his pace and followed her back to the treehouse.
Marguerite was stonily silent in the elevator with him. John let her step out first then he watched her walk to her room.
Veronica walked over in time to see Marguerite walk away looking furious.
"What are you arguing about now?" Veronica asked with a sigh. Marguerite and Roxton's arguments were common occurrences in the treehouse.
"A comment I made that she took wrong". Roxton told her with a roll of his eyes for added effect.
Veronica smiled knowingly.
"I see. Do you want some coffee?"
"Love some". Roxton replied following the blonde into the kitchen area.
"Just let her cool off before you try talking to her again". Veronica advised.
"I will, don't you worry. I don't want to lose another battle with her in the mood she's in right now".
Together Veronica and Roxton sat out on the balcony to wait for the other explorers to arrive home from fossicking for medicinal plants that they were getting short on.
TO BE CONTINUED?
By Rachel's Angel
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine so far. TLW characters are just borrowed for a little while.
© Rachel's Angel 2002.
"Should I smile because we're friends, or cry because that's all we'll ever be?"
Part 1.
"Marguerite, get back here!" Roxton shouted through the jungle. "Damn that woman" He added as he strode through the undergrowth in a futile attempt to catch up with her.
"Just leave me alone". Came back Marguerite's answer. Clear as a bell, Roxton could hear the unbridled anger in each word.
"Look, I'm sorry ok". Roxton called, his voice softening.
Suddenly Marguerite appeared between some trees. Her eyes flashed in anger.
"This time you're gone too far". She hissed at him.
'Madder than a cut snake'. Roxton thought running his eyes over her body. The way she held herself enchanted him. Never before had he met such a woman. Marguerite was everything he could ever have dreamed of plus more. And now that she was angry, Roxton could feel by the burning in his chest that he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life. Even more than the Grey mare he'd fallen in love with when he was 16.
"Don't look at me like that". Marguerite snapped noticing his roving eyes over her slim body.
Roxton jerked himself back to the present. Looking at the furious woman he smiled.
"I really am sorry Marguerite. I didn't mean to make you made". Roxton said kindly.
"Like hell you didn't". Marguerite turned on her heel and walked away.
Roxton was pleased that she was now heading in the opposite direction that they had been heading before. As his apologizing had failed, it relieved him that she was at least going to go back to the treehouse, not spend the night out in the jungle.
After trailing her for a while Roxton decided to try again.
"Marguerite".
"I don't want to hear it". Marguerite was still angry.
"I am sorry".
"I don't want to hear it". Marguerite quickened her pace. Roxton easily kept up with her.
"We have to talk". Roxton told her.
"No we don't". Marguerite shot back.
"Yes, we do".
"Well I don't want to".
"Do you always have to be so stubborn?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"Because".
"Because is not an answer".
"It is now".
Trying to talk to Maguerite when she was mad was like banging your head on a brick wall. Nothing is gained but a headache.
Sighing in defeat, Roxton slackened off his pace and followed her back to the treehouse.
Marguerite was stonily silent in the elevator with him. John let her step out first then he watched her walk to her room.
Veronica walked over in time to see Marguerite walk away looking furious.
"What are you arguing about now?" Veronica asked with a sigh. Marguerite and Roxton's arguments were common occurrences in the treehouse.
"A comment I made that she took wrong". Roxton told her with a roll of his eyes for added effect.
Veronica smiled knowingly.
"I see. Do you want some coffee?"
"Love some". Roxton replied following the blonde into the kitchen area.
"Just let her cool off before you try talking to her again". Veronica advised.
"I will, don't you worry. I don't want to lose another battle with her in the mood she's in right now".
Together Veronica and Roxton sat out on the balcony to wait for the other explorers to arrive home from fossicking for medicinal plants that they were getting short on.
TO BE CONTINUED?