Notes and Disclaimers in Chapter one.
Finally. hours upon days upon weeks upon months and finally I'm here in his arms. We've finally worked everything out, had some fantastic sex and I'm lying in his arms pretending to sleep listening to him hum as he trails his fingers up and down my arms. He pauses as if he is listening to something or trying to remember something and I here him start to recite something... My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
That is one of the most beautiful things I ever heard. When it was said in that liquid honey voice, well, needless to say if I had been standing then I would have been in trouble 'cause my legs had just turned to mush. The man really did the most beautiful voice. He could recite the dictionary and people would sit enthralled. (Enthralled, see his being Canadian is even rubbing of on me. What next? Me opening doors for strangers? Nah.) "Ray?" Shit, guess he could tell that I was awake. Oh well, might as well bite the bullet. "Frase? Who wrote that?" "A man named Sir Phillip Syndey. It seemed appropriate." Yeah, perfect.
As I drift of to wonderful dreams, only one thought runs through my mind... 'Shit, what's Vecchio gonna do when finds out about this?' ********** Fini ********** Well that's it people. What did you think? Good, bad, should I write more or should I just crawl back under my rock and stay there? Let me know! If anyone is inspired (if only) by this story to do a sequel, let me know so I can see the finished product.
Finally. hours upon days upon weeks upon months and finally I'm here in his arms. We've finally worked everything out, had some fantastic sex and I'm lying in his arms pretending to sleep listening to him hum as he trails his fingers up and down my arms. He pauses as if he is listening to something or trying to remember something and I here him start to recite something... My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
That is one of the most beautiful things I ever heard. When it was said in that liquid honey voice, well, needless to say if I had been standing then I would have been in trouble 'cause my legs had just turned to mush. The man really did the most beautiful voice. He could recite the dictionary and people would sit enthralled. (Enthralled, see his being Canadian is even rubbing of on me. What next? Me opening doors for strangers? Nah.) "Ray?" Shit, guess he could tell that I was awake. Oh well, might as well bite the bullet. "Frase? Who wrote that?" "A man named Sir Phillip Syndey. It seemed appropriate." Yeah, perfect.
As I drift of to wonderful dreams, only one thought runs through my mind... 'Shit, what's Vecchio gonna do when finds out about this?' ********** Fini ********** Well that's it people. What did you think? Good, bad, should I write more or should I just crawl back under my rock and stay there? Let me know! If anyone is inspired (if only) by this story to do a sequel, let me know so I can see the finished product.