Alright, a little authors note that if you feel that you fall into the
category of someone with virgin eyes and ears, you might want to skip over
the flashback in this chapter, (
~Blood Rose~
Grief and pain are the price we humans pay
for the love and total commitment
we have for another person.
The more we love, the greater the pain.
But, would we have it any other way?
(From Memories and Pain, unknown author)
Chapter 12:
Rae sat alone in her room a cold cup of tea in her hands. She was lost in thought, letting her mind wander over the past week. She had come to Port Charles to help her daughter not find her, not that she was actually able to do anything to aid in the search. She felt like she should be out doing something but the rational part of her mind knew going out blindly searching would be nothing but a waste of time. She could go back to Lanview for all the good she was doing but she didn't want to leave. She supposed that she was serving some purpose, she had some how ended up the bridge between the Quartermaine efforts and Jax's, that there had been anything to pass between, well aside from Skye's pregnancy.
Closing her eyes and setting aside the old tea, Rae sat back in her chair. She knew some of what Skye was going through, carrying a child on her own, but then that wasn't really true at all. Rae had had her parents, even if in the end they did betray her but she knew they were only doing what they thought best, while Skye had no one except for the threat of death. Not to mention that Skye was in a class all on her own, that no matter what the circumstance it would inedible be different for Skye, that her mind set would keep her apart in some way.
Rae's thoughts drifted away from her daughter to her daughter's lover. Jax hadn't taken the news she'd given him the other day very well. She could tell that he had already been blaming himself, but then everyone close to Skye was some how blaming themselves for her leaving playing what ifs in their minds, but Jax was doing so above any others and learning of Skye's condition had only made it worse.
Letting her thoughts drift here and there, touching upon Alan's distress, her own, even those that hadn't liked Skye were showing concern and worry, if more so for how it affected those they did care about, but reserving some just for her daughter. There was something to be said for human compassion; even it often came too late. Lost in her thoughts Rae was abruptly disturbed by a very loud knocking.
Jumping up from her seat she threw up the door expecting Alan or even Jax, most certainly not Adam Chandler.
Thousands of miles away…
It was storming outside, dark ominous clouds had gathered above pouring forth rain and clashing in loud booms and bright flashes. Inside the small house a fire was crackling mischievously in the fireplace but Antoinette was not enjoying it. Instead she was sitting on the cold floor of the bathroom feeling ill, wondering how they could call it mourning sickness when it seemed capable of lasting all day.
She leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes, listening to the rain hitting the roof. She had many vivid memories with in her mind related to thunderstorms and now hearing one happening gave her a sense of apprehension. She jumped slightly at the sound of a thunderclap much nearer than the previous ones.
Thinking back, she thought of her most recent thunderstorm experience, though that particular memory succeeded in bringing a smile. She and Jax had been out walking in the park not far from the townhouse when the storm had come in swiftly and unexpectedly. They had been about two blocks away when the heavens had opened up pouring forth had it had to offer…
*~*Flashback*~*
"Jax come on!" Antoinette shouted behind her, running along the sidewalk. By the time the town house came into view she was thoroughly drenched from head to toe. Reaching the edge of their yard, she yanked open the back gate and dashed across the backyard towards the door. Unfortunately, she hit a particularly slippery patch of grass and slid to the ground.
"Are you all right?" Jax asked her, looking down, barely containing his laughter.
With a sweet smile and a sparkling glare, she reached up and yanked him down to the ground next to her. Smiling happily she got up attempted to brush herself off heading towards the door.
"Oh no you don't!" Jax shouted tackling her back to the ground ruthlessly tickling her.
"Jax, stop! Jax! Please!" she pleaded gasping for air amidst her uncontrollable laughter.
Pulling back, Jax looked down at her, pressed between him and the ground, as he straddled her, glaring up at him, her lips in a pout.
Grinning mischievously, he lowered himself, pressing his lips against hers. Forgetting that they were soaked and muddy, she eagerly responded, parting her lips under his. She yanked at his sweater, pulling it over his head leaving his masculine chest bare and smooth to her touch. He worked one arm under her, pulling her up closer to him while his other hand moved along the outside of her body.
Her own arms were wrapped about him, her hands moving up and down his wet back. She gasped against his mouth as his hand went up under her skirt and along the insides of her thigh, leaving hot trails where his fingertips touched her sensitive skin.
Moving his hand up further, he began applying pressure with in her, pressing harder and increasing the movement of his fingers as her body shuddered and racked beneath him.
She grasped the back of his head with one hand, entangling her fingers in his hair as she felt him maneuvering in order to reach her, and she spread her legs to receive him.
Their movements flowed together, matching each other with each jump of passion and heat. Leaning her head against her partner's, Antoinette looked to the purple heavens above as their movements reached a climax that caused her to dig her nails painfully into his back and cry out, a sound that was lost in the storm as lightning lit across the sky in an explosion of streaks and thunder.
*~*End of flashback*~*
Antoinette smiled, thinking of how her entire body had tingled afterwards, and how they'd continued their activities inside, shedding the rest of the wet clothes. That had been shortly after they'd bought the townhouse, about five months ago.
Five months.
Antoinette brought her hand up to her middle, feeling the life in side her, the life that had been created five months ago. She wondered if it was possible that it had been on that night, during that unforgettable storm that the little one with in her had been made.
Feeling better, she got up and went to enjoy the fire she had started. It had died down slightly, casting a flickering red glow all around the room. She curled up on the couch, facing the fire while the storm dissipated outside. She reached out and took up Jax's blue dress shirt that she had left on the table earlier. Bringing it to her noise, she inhaled the soap and spice mixture that was Jax, remembering his arms about her, their many nights of passionate lovemaking, and wept for all she'd lost.
~Blood Rose~
Grief and pain are the price we humans pay
for the love and total commitment
we have for another person.
The more we love, the greater the pain.
But, would we have it any other way?
(From Memories and Pain, unknown author)
Chapter 12:
Rae sat alone in her room a cold cup of tea in her hands. She was lost in thought, letting her mind wander over the past week. She had come to Port Charles to help her daughter not find her, not that she was actually able to do anything to aid in the search. She felt like she should be out doing something but the rational part of her mind knew going out blindly searching would be nothing but a waste of time. She could go back to Lanview for all the good she was doing but she didn't want to leave. She supposed that she was serving some purpose, she had some how ended up the bridge between the Quartermaine efforts and Jax's, that there had been anything to pass between, well aside from Skye's pregnancy.
Closing her eyes and setting aside the old tea, Rae sat back in her chair. She knew some of what Skye was going through, carrying a child on her own, but then that wasn't really true at all. Rae had had her parents, even if in the end they did betray her but she knew they were only doing what they thought best, while Skye had no one except for the threat of death. Not to mention that Skye was in a class all on her own, that no matter what the circumstance it would inedible be different for Skye, that her mind set would keep her apart in some way.
Rae's thoughts drifted away from her daughter to her daughter's lover. Jax hadn't taken the news she'd given him the other day very well. She could tell that he had already been blaming himself, but then everyone close to Skye was some how blaming themselves for her leaving playing what ifs in their minds, but Jax was doing so above any others and learning of Skye's condition had only made it worse.
Letting her thoughts drift here and there, touching upon Alan's distress, her own, even those that hadn't liked Skye were showing concern and worry, if more so for how it affected those they did care about, but reserving some just for her daughter. There was something to be said for human compassion; even it often came too late. Lost in her thoughts Rae was abruptly disturbed by a very loud knocking.
Jumping up from her seat she threw up the door expecting Alan or even Jax, most certainly not Adam Chandler.
Thousands of miles away…
It was storming outside, dark ominous clouds had gathered above pouring forth rain and clashing in loud booms and bright flashes. Inside the small house a fire was crackling mischievously in the fireplace but Antoinette was not enjoying it. Instead she was sitting on the cold floor of the bathroom feeling ill, wondering how they could call it mourning sickness when it seemed capable of lasting all day.
She leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes, listening to the rain hitting the roof. She had many vivid memories with in her mind related to thunderstorms and now hearing one happening gave her a sense of apprehension. She jumped slightly at the sound of a thunderclap much nearer than the previous ones.
Thinking back, she thought of her most recent thunderstorm experience, though that particular memory succeeded in bringing a smile. She and Jax had been out walking in the park not far from the townhouse when the storm had come in swiftly and unexpectedly. They had been about two blocks away when the heavens had opened up pouring forth had it had to offer…
*~*Flashback*~*
"Jax come on!" Antoinette shouted behind her, running along the sidewalk. By the time the town house came into view she was thoroughly drenched from head to toe. Reaching the edge of their yard, she yanked open the back gate and dashed across the backyard towards the door. Unfortunately, she hit a particularly slippery patch of grass and slid to the ground.
"Are you all right?" Jax asked her, looking down, barely containing his laughter.
With a sweet smile and a sparkling glare, she reached up and yanked him down to the ground next to her. Smiling happily she got up attempted to brush herself off heading towards the door.
"Oh no you don't!" Jax shouted tackling her back to the ground ruthlessly tickling her.
"Jax, stop! Jax! Please!" she pleaded gasping for air amidst her uncontrollable laughter.
Pulling back, Jax looked down at her, pressed between him and the ground, as he straddled her, glaring up at him, her lips in a pout.
Grinning mischievously, he lowered himself, pressing his lips against hers. Forgetting that they were soaked and muddy, she eagerly responded, parting her lips under his. She yanked at his sweater, pulling it over his head leaving his masculine chest bare and smooth to her touch. He worked one arm under her, pulling her up closer to him while his other hand moved along the outside of her body.
Her own arms were wrapped about him, her hands moving up and down his wet back. She gasped against his mouth as his hand went up under her skirt and along the insides of her thigh, leaving hot trails where his fingertips touched her sensitive skin.
Moving his hand up further, he began applying pressure with in her, pressing harder and increasing the movement of his fingers as her body shuddered and racked beneath him.
She grasped the back of his head with one hand, entangling her fingers in his hair as she felt him maneuvering in order to reach her, and she spread her legs to receive him.
Their movements flowed together, matching each other with each jump of passion and heat. Leaning her head against her partner's, Antoinette looked to the purple heavens above as their movements reached a climax that caused her to dig her nails painfully into his back and cry out, a sound that was lost in the storm as lightning lit across the sky in an explosion of streaks and thunder.
*~*End of flashback*~*
Antoinette smiled, thinking of how her entire body had tingled afterwards, and how they'd continued their activities inside, shedding the rest of the wet clothes. That had been shortly after they'd bought the townhouse, about five months ago.
Five months.
Antoinette brought her hand up to her middle, feeling the life in side her, the life that had been created five months ago. She wondered if it was possible that it had been on that night, during that unforgettable storm that the little one with in her had been made.
Feeling better, she got up and went to enjoy the fire she had started. It had died down slightly, casting a flickering red glow all around the room. She curled up on the couch, facing the fire while the storm dissipated outside. She reached out and took up Jax's blue dress shirt that she had left on the table earlier. Bringing it to her noise, she inhaled the soap and spice mixture that was Jax, remembering his arms about her, their many nights of passionate lovemaking, and wept for all she'd lost.